005 \\ Sherlock Holmes \\ [Video]

[could_be_dangerous]

[The contrast between Sherlock's usual appearance and his current one is sharp. He looks exhausted, the sort of utterly worn out that hides beneath a burning mania. He's disheveled, what little colour had once been in his face now utterly gone, and his eyes are glossy and feverishly bright. Not good, but who is right now?]

I've two words for the lot of you.

[If it weren't for the fact that his camera is strapped to his wrist, this would be where Sherlock grins and spreads his arms, invokes all the drama appropriate for the current situation. Under the circumstances he must settle for a grin that's manic but far from happy, the huff of a laugh, the sound all strained arrogance and guiltily repressed relief.]

Aerosol. Dispersal.

[He bites his lower lip, oh, oh, got it, must be.]

Saying it for years but nobody believes me: nothing new under the sun.

Comments

Re: [Audio]

[could_be_dangerous]

Evil–

[Well, maybe.]

Exactly. Not exactly. Didn't I tell you about Baskerville?

[Audio]

[onteamdyson]

I was probably inventing new episodes of trashy reality TV shows in my head while you were, but it's possible!?

Re: [Audio]

[could_be_dangerous]

Didn't then; you'd like this one. Monstrous dogs, weapons research... terror-inducing hallucinogens. Think it outweighs your otherwise outstanding ability to be an utter tosser.

[onteamdyson]

Monster dogs? What kind of monster dogs-- wait, HALLUCINOGENS? Ha. Haha... yeah, right, that's what she wants you to think-- hey! Don't call me British slang I don't understand.

[could_be_dangerous]

Stop deserving it and I'll stop saying it. Yes hallucinogens, giant dog, I told you. Obviously not real. Client. Cracked, thought the hound was coming for him -- yes, I'm getting to that part -- pressure plates, in the ground, someone goes for a walk on the moor, steps on one, breathes it in, et voila! Chien énorme, ou autre chose; point is, I've been here before.

[onteamdyson]

Stop saying it anyway, jerkface! I totes don't deserve... whatever you just called me. [Okay, so he's talking about a thing... that ... makes no sense no matter how hard she tries to follow.]

The hell even is a moor, anyway? Something you can walk on...

[could_be_dangerous]

Do too deserve it. Look; you're Canadian; think boreal forest. Big. Open. Lots of mosses. Some trees. Barren. Excellent place for a ghost story.

[onteamdyson]

... The hell is a Boreal forest-- Dude, I live in a CITY! So you're saying we're in some moor and they're drugging the entire town and you've been here before? Because my explanation is way the shiz more believable and I'm just gonna stick with it.

[could_be_dangerous]

Knowing you your explanation is probably worthless. No. I had a case. In Dartmoor, which this obviously bloody isn't. Military weapons research, there was a compound. A drug. This. Felt like this. Behaved like this.