ADVENTURE 001: I'm not often this confused....

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

{{OOC:  Forward Dated to after the Plot}}

[Action; 915 Bilko Blvd.; locked to Housemates]

[When Sherlock came around, he was most surprised to be.... in a bed. The last thing he remembered was closing his eyes, anticipating his landing and now? Now he woke up here. Wherever here was. He went to get out of bed and looked down on himself. These weren't his clothes. He went to the closet. Those weren't his clothes either. Well, if he was going to have to wear anything, he'll stay in his pajamas, thank you! He turned around and faced the bed. And there was someone in the bed. A total stranger, in fact.]

Who the hell are you!?


[Sherlock's mind started to race. Oh God, maybe he missed! Maybe he's dead. He looked around again and almost chuckled in irony. He had told Moriarty that he may be on the side of the angels, but to not think him as one of them. Well, this could well be hell.]

Where am I?


[Action; around town - Later]

[Once somethings were explained to him - yeah, he doesn't buy it yet - he stormed out of the flat house. He just needed to wander the streets. He needed to wrap his head around things. He was muttering as he went. One of the phrases was:]

I'm sorry, John...

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[mal_addict]

[Maladict was distinctly unimpressed about being woken up. Largely because the first thing she remembered was being killed. THAT hadn't been fun at all. And now someone was yelling. It was probably that annoying Ricky or Rocky or whatever he was called.

She groans, sitting up and putting a hand to her head. Oh. Yep. Still bleeding pretty badly from that head wound. Great]

Stop being loud it's been a tough wee-

[She pauses, finally looking at the speaker. This is not husband number two. This is someone completely different]

Another new one?

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[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock looks at her head then at himself to see if any blood is on him, seeing none, he addresses her.]

Ummm, new one, what? And... you're bleeding.

[He makes a general gesture towards her head.]

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[mal_addict]

Yes, I noticed, thank you. Having a giant creature with fingernails for teeth bite your head off does tend to cause bleeding.

[She sighs, getting up and rooting around in the bedside cabinet, searching out first aid supplies]

Anyway. Congratulations, you've been captured by the good and pleasant town of Mayfield and been given a shiny new family. [She waves her hand to the picture on the wall, the one she knows will have already turned into a picture of her and this new guy on their 'wedding day'] I'm your fake-wife. Name's Maladict.

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[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Okay, Sherlock is more than a bit disoriented, give him a moment.]

Wouldn't teeth for teeth cause more dama....

[He doesn't finish that as he catches the photo. He runs over to it. He actually takes it off the wall to inspect the back side.]

I... I'm smiling. This photo is a forgery.

[Sorry Maladict, he lets the picture drop to the ground.]

I missed and this is hell.

[He sounds so defeated. Too much to help her with the bleeding head.]

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[mal_addict]

[Sherlock you are a useless husband. But still, Maladict doesn't seem to care, she's found a bandage and is doing her best to fit it across her head]

Hell would be a good term for it, yeah. And it's definitely a forgery, because I've seen that photo three times now, with three different men. Mayfield is all about the fake happy families.

We have a son as well.

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[highfunctioning_sociopath]

What do you mean, "we"? I can promise that I don't have a child.

[He sighs as he sees her struggle with the bandage.]

Do you... require assistance?

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[mal_addict]

You do now, his name's Conan. Congratulations, this is a beautiful day for you. There are also two drone kids who...well, less said about them, the better.

[She pauses, loathe to actually admit she needs the help, but even if she could go into the mirror and look at her non-existent reflection, this would be a difficult task]

If you can take a moment out of your deep seated denial to give me a hand, sure.

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[highfunctioning_sociopath]

I'm not in denial. I'm simply trying to sort out what I'm experiencing from what I know.

[The thoughts of the HOUND drug weigh heavy on his mind. He's always been able to trust the evidence of his eyes, but this is so much like that... He shakes the thought away and approaches Maladict.

He gently takes the bandage and carefully applies pressure to the wound. He's used to dealing with dead bodies, John was the one who usually did the fixing up.]

Head wounds. They bleed the worst.

[He then takes the first aid kit, rummages for some gauze. Then he takes some gauze and uses another bandage to hold the gauze in place and he finishes wrapping it. He secures it with a clasp.]

I don't think you'll need stitches, though. In a couple hours, we should probably clean it to prevent infection. Head wounds bleed a lot, but they don't always bleed enough to clean itself.

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[forever_cheery]

[A young lady is passing by when Sherlock mutters that. She stops, and looks around, wondering who this guy was speaking to.]

Did you say something...?

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[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock hadn't noticed that there were others around.]

Umm... No.

[He's such a liar. He takes in her long brown hair, her facial expressions. The fact that she spoke first: Extrovert. Late teens, but not at the same time. He looks at her hands. They're well, the hands of an artist, but which kind is difficult to tell. Could be a musician, more likely painting or drawing. Maybe both. But she seems harmless and friendly enough.]

I'm new... still adjusting.

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[forever_cheery]

Oh! [She thinks it over a moment.] Oh, it's that time already... Did you just get here? Did anyone tell you where you are?

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[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock's lip curls slightly.]

That woman in my fl... house. She called herself "Fake wife"... she told me some things.

[He doesn't really know what to make of it, though.]

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[forever_cheery]

Ah, so she's not a drone then! That's good. Um, I've been here for awhile, so if you have any questions, I might be able to help.

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[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He looks her up and down.]

Not a drone?

[Oh, Sherlock is quite out of his depth.]

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[forever_cheery]

Oh, did she not explain that? There's a lot of people here, who, um... [She looks around and spots one headed their way.] Here, I can demonstrate.

[She cheerfully waves at the drone.] Hello there!

Good afternoon, Mrs. Kadoya!

[Once the drone has passed by, she drops her smile and sighs.] That's what I'm talking about. There's these people here who kinda have their personality wiped, and act like everyone else, as if they've always lived here! It's pretty sad... Oh, um, my name's not "Mrs. Kadoya" by the way. I'm Aurora. Aurora Belle Jenkins.

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[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock offers a nod of his head when she introduces herself.]

Sherlock Holmes. If you're name isn't Mrs. Kadoya, why were you greeted as such?

[ 915 Bilko Boulevard ]

[1_truth]

[ There's a noise coming from the kitchen like a chair scraping on polished wood floors and shortly afterward the sound of glass shattering followed by a very irritated- ]

Kuso!

[ 915 Bilko Boulevard ]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock had left the bedroom, to explore his... his prison, what else is he suppose to consider this? He was in the family room when he heard a curse coming from the kitchen. He comes in and just stares at the... child.]

Aren't you a little young to use words like that?

[Well, what he really wants to know is who the heck this kid is, but he'll start with what's given to him.]

[ 915 Bilko Boulevard ]

[1_truth]

[ No. He's actually seventeen, thank you very much. But he's trapped in the useless body of a seven year old. He just looks up from where he was staring disdainfully down at the broken glass to look the newcomer over. You would think that given his bad mood Mayfield would wait to drop another person into the house. Obviously not. ]

It's fine.

[ That's all the answer he'll give as he climbs off the chair and starts to pick up the shattered glass. ]

[ 915 Bilko Boulevard ]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

That [Sherlock elongates the word slightly and pauses before he continues.] isn't what I asked you.

[He slides the chair back to the table. Then reaches up to get another glass. He opens the fridge.]

Water, milk or orange juice?

[Because the kid was obviously thirsty. The least he can do is get him something to drink.]

[ 915 Bilko Boulevard ]

[1_truth]

Orange Juice.

[ He isn't going to ask how he knew that. It was pretty obvious from the fact he been trying to get a glass down. Speaking of, once he's finished picking up the all pieces he can see clearly, he'll carry them over to trash can and drop them in. ]

[ 915 Bilko Boulevard ]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock pours the OJ into the glass, puts the bottle back in the fridge, then sets the glass on the table for the kid... the 'son,' if the photos are anything to go by.]

Now, was that really worth cursing over?

[ 915 Bilko Boulevard ]

[1_truth]

[ Probably not. ]

it made me feel better.

[ ...He recognizes that he should probably say thank you. This is a person he's going to be living with, after all, so he might as well be polite. ]

[ .... ]

[ ....Then again. Maybe later. It was still too early and he was still too irritated about being dragged away from that other section of Mayfield. ]

[Action]

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

Regret has never done anyone any good, friend.

[Says the chubby, friendly looking German dressed as a police officer Sherlock passes by him.]

[Action]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

I'm not anyone's friend. And who said anything about regret?

[Sherlock thinks about trying to perform a deduction, but realizes that is rather pointless in this place, since no one is what they are forced to be anyway.]