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

[could_be_dangerous]

Well, do let me know if you come up with something, because under the circumstances, with out limited resources?

[He doesn't see that they have a choice.]

[goodluckkobra]

So--so what the fuck do we do? 'Cause I'm this close to building a raft right now.

[ He'll be fine as long as he doesn't fall off! ]

[could_be_dangerous]

If it's in the air, breathing through a damp cloth might filter some of it out. Aside from that?

[He shrugs.]

Wouldn't get very far on a raft. Wouldn't want to. Atlantic's a bit big for a daring escape on a vessel you can't steer.

[goodluckkobra]

Well, can you build one you can fuckin' steer? This is the first fuckin' ocean I've seen since I was a kid. I don't know shit about boats.