001 :: Sherlock Holmes [Accidental Video]

[youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com]

[The blackberry feed shows a dark room - anyone watching the network may not even see anything clearly at first. However, the sound of something being briefly dragged across the floor is apparent. As is the next sound; a small instrument of some kind? A Ukelele perhaps, but the sound of the strings being plucked cuts through the gloom. After a few minutes of this, quiet mumbling can be heard from the intruments owner, before they stand up quiet suddenly, lay what appears to be a violin down on a side table, and rush over to one of the curtained windows. Opening the curtain gently, the small amount of light allowed in shows that the person is male - in his late thirties perhaps? Regardless, a pair of cat ears seem to sit quite happily on his head, a long tail swishing back and forth with curious delight. He examines the view from outside, before shutting the curtains again, pausing, and suddenly stepping forwards. Grabbing the blackberry, he frowns]


..what the devil....how did you get in here, or better yet how am I in here- WATSON?! Watson, I don't suppose you have any idea where we are..


[For everytime his friend doesn't asnwer him, his tone goes from curious, to irritated, to anxious]
 

..This cannot be good..

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[always1truth.livejournal.com]

[This kid's interest peaked at 'Watson' and he recognizes that is not a ukulele, he's been to Hawaii several times and he has his own violin and that is most definitely a violin-what's he plucking it for, anyway?

And that speech pattern-it's definitely not modern. Possibly nineteenth century London and with the names 'Watson' and violin that means-It can't be-can it?]

Sh-Sherlock Holmes?

And so it begins~ [Voice/Video]

[youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com]

[At the mention of his name, Holmes stops playing the violin for a second, his brow furrowed. Setting the instrument down, he crawls over to the blackberry (which he set a few feet away from him, on the floor). Picking it up, he examines the young boy on screen]

You know me? May I ask how, I don't recall ever meeting you-

[His cat ears twitch]

Perhaps you can tell me where I am~

\o/ [Voice/Video]

[always1truth.livejournal.com]

[...Oh God. It really is. Conan is actually talking to Sherlock Holmes. The Sherlock Holmes. Calm down Kudo. talk calmly. You can do this.]

Um... a little bit... you're pretty famous, after all. [and a fictional character-but like Hell he'll say anything about that.]

As for where we are-I'm not entirely sure. Everyone says we're inside some girl's story. She's only known as the author but but from what I've seen so far I'd say she's probably under the age of twenty seven. [Hmm... deductions distract him from the fact-no they don't.]

Y-You're really Sherlock Holmes? As in the one that lives on Baker Street?

<3<3 [Voice/Video]

[youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com]

[Now THAT got his attention. Putting down his instrument and picking up the blackberry, Conan will now have a clear view of his beautifully unkemptunshaven features]

The very same - inside a story you say? How very..original, I suppose is the best term..

May I ask who you are?

<3[Voice/Video]

[always1truth.livejournal.com]

Edogawa Conan. Same as-My favorite mystery writer. [he smiles brightly.]

[Video]

[youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com]

[He smirks back as his tail twitches thoughtfully. He's not awful with children, but he's not amazing with them either]

..I see. Well, it's good to meet you I suppose.

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

[He recognizes that sound]

You play the violin?

[Video?]

[youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com]

[He glances at the blackberry, but continues to pluck at the strings with apparent disregard to the blood on his fingertips]

Yes, have done for quite some time now. May I ask who you are? Or better yet, where I am?

[Video]

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

[He looks apologetic]

Sorry. My name is Touya Kinomoto and you've been...

[He pauses looking for the right word]

kidnapped.

[Video]

[youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com]

..I see..well, whoever is behind all this certainly has credit due. I don't even appear to be in London anymore.

So, you seem to know what you're talking about - how do I get home?

[Video]

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

No. I don't know where we are.

[He looks somewhere between apologetic and annoyed. Leaning towards the latter.]

I don't know how we leave, either.

[Video]

[youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com]

Alright, no need for a tone - I was merely asking

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[...no. fucking. way.]

Is that Dr. Watson? Dr. John H. Watson?

[youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com]

...the very same, yes - and who are you?

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

My name's Mello. Mr. Holmes, I presume?

[youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com]

Yes, I suppose I should say it's a pleasure to meet you, but I've yet to be convinced.

I don't suppose you can tell me where I am? Or perhaps why I'm here?

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

I'm a detective too. Your reputation proceeds you, Mr. Holmes. I could tell you but you're not going to like the answers.

[in the kitchen]

[makerofimage.livejournal.com]

[Cat ears perk up and twist around which causes his top hat to pop up and off his head, which subsequently causes him to be distracted again while he was making chocolate. This was the one thing he was best at. He shrugs and returns to his work building the Tower of London entirely out of chocolate.]

I could have heard someone say Watson. There's a guy here by the name of Watson. I don't think that's for him though. Too uptight for friends.

[in the kitchen/video?] Hey - any idea how Elizabeth and Ichabod did in the tournament..?

[youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com]

[His own ears prick up]

Watson? Really?..he can be as uptight as anyone..but it's what I've always called him - is he a Doctor?

[in the kitchen/video?] They lost against Mello and Matt.

[makerofimage.livejournal.com]

He does a lot of math.

[He turns around from his work and blink with a startled look on his face.]

Nope. He's not the one I thought you were looking for. Whoops!

[He giggles and holds up a spoon.]

Chocolate?

[in the kitchen/video] Ah..well, I guess it doesn't matter too much..

[youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com]

[His expression falls a little, but when he's offered chocolate his nose wrinkles]

No, thank you - I never was one for sweets..

[in the kitchen/video] Yeah....

[makerofimage.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs and returns his attention to the chocolate structure.]

You're old. He could be a decedent.

[And enter the ambiguity.]

[Video]

[featherdrequiem.livejournal.com]

Good lord! What disgusting squallor!

How can you stand to live in such a mess?!

[Forget saying hi, he's just appauled.]

[Video]

[youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com]

[Okay, THAT got to him]

First of all, I'll have you know it is not mess. They're my belongings and they're all in their proper place, as they should be.

[Video]

[featherdrequiem.livejournal.com]

[He makes a 'hmph' noise and then tsks at him]

Only the weakest dog barks the loudest. It is a mess and you know it.