So there I was, standing on the deck of a freighter ship that should have been retired ages ago called The Charon. As if it wasn't enough that I was suddenly some place I hadn't been, much less even seen in my life, it's apparently a giant floating experimental lab in another universe. And the test subjects? Us. Not to mention that there was also a murder in the first five minutes -- with magic. Then all of the sudden when I just started to doubt my sanity I got a text.
Look up.
SH
I thought I'd officially gone round the bend just seeing it. Thought it was a joke or maybe even a nightmare. So I looked up and he stood there.
Bloody Sherlock Holmes. A dead man.
A dead man who's grave I'd been standing in front of not ten minutes ago was looking down at me from a damn crane and all I could picture was that day at Barts. Needless to say -- I decked him when he came close. For being a damn idiot. It certainly proved that he was real, that everything was real. He explained to me a little bit and I suppose I can understand, though I'm still a bit miffed.
There were other things I learned about this ship, unbelievable things. It's not just magic they've got her but monsters and the ability to bring the dead back to life. I've been told that there's a price to pay for dying though, usually temporary but I started thinking. Sherlock had walked with a limp, a cane and an odd noise that could be from a prosthetic. Was it just a case of severely bad luck or had he actually died and permanently lost his leg?
I went below deck after that, curious to see where my assigned bunk was and who I'd be sharing it with. Ivan seemed fairly friendly, if not a bit overly armed. Didn't think I'd feel safe sleeping there anyway and of course that's when he came sweeping in. Apparently Sherlock's got a shipping container in the hold area. Imagine my surprise when there's a kid living in it with him. A bloody kid living with Sherlock Holmes! And a sick one at that. Looks like we'll be sharing space with Conan Edogawa. Between all of that and volunteering my time down at the clinic things will be pretty interesting.
Week 16, Day 1
Look up.
SH
I thought I'd officially gone round the bend just seeing it. Thought it was a joke or maybe even a nightmare. So I looked up and he stood there.
Bloody Sherlock Holmes. A dead man.
A dead man who's grave I'd been standing in front of not ten minutes ago was looking down at me from a damn crane and all I could picture was that day at Barts. Needless to say -- I decked him when he came close. For being a damn idiot. It certainly proved that he was real, that everything was real. He explained to me a little bit and I suppose I can understand, though I'm still a bit miffed.
There were other things I learned about this ship, unbelievable things. It's not just magic they've got her but monsters and the ability to bring the dead back to life. I've been told that there's a price to pay for dying though, usually temporary but I started thinking. Sherlock had walked with a limp, a cane and an odd noise that could be from a prosthetic. Was it just a case of severely bad luck or had he actually died and permanently lost his leg?
I went below deck after that, curious to see where my assigned bunk was and who I'd be sharing it with. Ivan seemed fairly friendly, if not a bit overly armed. Didn't think I'd feel safe sleeping there anyway and of course that's when he came sweeping in. Apparently Sherlock's got a shipping container in the hold area. Imagine my surprise when there's a kid living in it with him. A bloody kid living with Sherlock Holmes! And a sick one at that. Looks like we'll be sharing space with Conan Edogawa. Between all of that and volunteering my time down at the clinic things will be pretty interesting.