[open] But the hole remains, an empty space

[astudyinviolet]

Who: Sherlock and others
Status: Open
Where: Eltrut
What: Some MANTA stuff, some catch all stuff
Warnings: one fancy looking detective for one prompt, Sherlock giving people heart attacks with his testing antics in another (in two?)

MANTA Paladin: Love and Paladinspace

[ Sherlock followed the instructions and dressed his best: long, flared black jacket and pants with a white, buttoned and lightly ruffled dress shirt and a black corset belt. To give a touch of color and to make certain parties feel uncomfortable, Sherlock pinned a pale green crystal in the shape of a hexagon and bordered by silver filigree at his collar. While he healed, one of those crystals had popped off his skin. He thought to study it, but when the Paladins had announced this gala, a new idea formed.

Anyone who believes Sherlock is here to make nice and help repair Paladin relations is terribly mistaken. Sherlock wants information. He wants to make sure everyone who was involved in the crystallization trafficking is held responsible to the highest degree. He feels personally betrayed after investigating the matter for so long, becoming a victim himself, and then learning that the whole thing was spearheaded by Paladins. He's had his suspicions in the past about Paladin cover ups, and trust broken at this level is not easily mended.

Perhaps, the Paladins should have worked more to restore relations within their own group. Sherlock remains, despite, and to spite them. His eyes are cold steel despite the smile as he stands near the refreshments, listening to a pair talk as the two grab flutes of sparkling wine. ]

MANTA Special: No Rift Like Home

[ Within the rift, he sees the door to the share sitting room of 221B Baker Street. Sherlock's heart stops in his chest, and he reaches out, fingers stopping just shy of the rift's surface. ]

John?! Mrs. Hudson?! Can you hear me?! WATSON! JOHN!!

[ But he never knows if his voice carried through the rift to anyone who might have heard on the other side. He falls. The air rushes past him, though he doesn't panic as others might. He has his Trustfaller Bangle after all.

Sherlock's feelings of home (in Escordvi) will center around the Surasthana Cafe, the S.H. Detective Agency, and various people he's especially close to. Sorry if he drops in unannounced. At least any falls for him will be cushioned by his bangle and result in no injuries. For him. (But feel free to catch in a princess carry if you want.) ]

MANTA General: Eltrut Snap!

[ Still feeling like he owes both Kaveh and Alhaitham, Sherlock volunteers to help take pictures using the new device. He's certainly trying to put it through its paces by taking extreme close ups of flowers or prolonged exposure to the sky or trying to take a photo while moving. He takes meticulous notes on each of his trials.

He hasn't really taken any good photos, however. Sherlock has used a photography camera before, so unfamiliarity with the technology isn't the issue. He's simply more focused on the testing portion of the quest rather than the actual results.

Maybe he should take a few photos with his friends as keepsakes. ]

Having fun with new purchases

[ So after the whole bounty thing, Sherlock has invested in a camouflage cloak (level 3) of a dark grey color with a hood and a pair of Sacred Galewind Shoes, which surprisingly look like a classy pair of black shoes with faint feather embroidery in black thread on the sides to invoke the idea of Mercury's winged sandals (or Hermes or other mythical variant). He hopes to avoid such trouble in the future with these additional tools in his bag. All he needs to do is test them out.

So, if you find Sherlock trying to walk out of a window from his second story apartment, he's testing out the shoes. (Any fear of falling has been removed due to his Trustfaller Bangle and certain happenings in another world.) If you find a strange cushion in the Surasthana Cafe or a rock that wasn't in a park before, that's Sherlock testing out his cloak which doubles as a more respectable version of walking outside with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

No, Sherlock did not warn anyone of his new purchases. Why is he like this? ]

Wildcard

[ Want to do something else? Write a prompt or drop me a line at Sherry's journal, aviekokyre, or on Discord @ aviekokyre and we can plot something out. ]

Comments

No rift like home

[lucky_e]

[It's the café for her, just before she enters the shop that Enty looks up to the sound of a person falling!

Well, that's a random way to start your afternoon coffee run!

Sherlock might have his magic bangle, but she done don't know that! And quick moves to princess catch/hold him as he comes in for the landing!]

special: no rift like home

[tenrectricity]

[ there's a reason that surge hangs out at the surasthana cafe, it's more so to support kitsunami than actually do anything. she's heard he's been wanting to get a job here and there, so she came to take a look to see if this one would work out. hopefully it is.

she has to make sure that his day goes perfect, so anyone who ruins it will get punched in the face or worse. sherlock manages to avoid being punched, because when he falls through the rift, and takes a crazy fall down is where the tenrec is quick on her feet. surge rushes like a snap of lightening, catching him in mid-air to land on one another table with her feet. whatever glass and plates were there are shattering onto the floor, but what matters is that she got him even if a few guests have lost their food to the fall.

they're the center of attention. ]

You got three seconds to tell me what ya up to or I'mma make sure you go missin'.

[ no one is ruining drippy's work day!! ]

No Rift Like Home (another I'm sorry)

[serendipitously]

[ Betsy's rather lucky that her life has been one series of ridiculous adventures after another because it's afforded her a certain degree of ease in settling in here. It's hardly been perfect, but in comparison to some of the other disasters in her life this hasn't really seemed that terrible. With one clearly exception: her lack of tea.

Look, there are stereotypes about British people and their love of tea for a reason: because it's true. At least with her. Which is precisely why she's heading to the Surasthana Cafe, to give it a try. Only to find herself unceremoniously interrupted by someone quite literally falling down from above. Instinct has her dodge out of the way with a burst of speed as he lands down.

Perhaps she should feel a bit bad for not attempting to catch him but, well, it seems he got himself rather well. Still, she moves over to glance down at him, even offers a hand to help him up. ]

Bloody hell, are you alright? Is raining men common here? [ Please say no. ]

Purchases

[telepathicignorance]

(It's lunchtime.

...It's not actually anywhere near when most people would consider lunchtime, but one of the benefits of being free is that they can do whatever they want, whenever they want. So, they're having lunch in the park now.

And see, the thing about being indistinguishable from a boulder is that some people like to sit on those. Like right now. You'd think Chris' telepathy would allow them to sense that there's a thinking being in there... but right now they've got a big fat headache going and are also thoroughly distracted by the sweet poppyseed roll they're about to be eating. Might wanna stop them before they actually try and sit on you, Sherlock.)

Eltrut Snap

[seasaltkeys]

[Roxas can hardly be called a good photographer, but he knows that photos are important. It's too bad he never really got a chance to get Pence to really explain cameras to him. But this is an easier task than falling through the rifts like he has been, so he'll take it.]

Is there something on the flower?

Love & Paladinspace!

[madeofmirrors]

[While Jean-Phillipe certainly doesn't count himself among the Paladin number, with all the recent events that he's caught himself up on, it's hard not to see this month-long soiree for exactly what it is: a desperate PR ploy. All are welcome, as he understands it, and while the brand is...annoying, he'll endure it for his own fact-finding mission.

He's a strange one, clad in a striking black and white formal suit and still wearing his mask, though he does pull it up over his nose to drink from his fluted glass as he strides around the room, waiting to be welcomed by the paladin officers since it seems they were meant to be wooed here.

One is particularly striking if he's honest and cuts an impressive figure in Victorian livery.]

Good evening! Is this the part where you regale me with tales of how wonderful the Paladin armada is?