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

{{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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[He turns and stares at her.]

John Watson? John?

[He swallows. Probably dozens of John Watsons around.]

That's him. Army doctor, or something. I think.

[...Oh] You knew him?

[Sherlock wilts onto the bed and runs his hands through his hair.]

But you said he's not here anymore... Yes, he was my... he's one of the reasons I... Yes.

[Emotions suck, okay? This isn't easy for Sherlock to talk about.]

[Oh. Well, damn. She offers him a sympathetic look]

Sorry. He was here for the first month I was, then he was drone and vanished. Apparently people go home after that.

[Sherlock shakes his head to try to clear it.]

I never noticed him missing.

[That should comfort him, but somehow it doesn't.]

I don't think we're supposed to. It seems no one knows we're missing. It's as if we never left. I don't know how it works. Magic, maybe.

[He nods. Time to refocus.]

Okay. So the dairy is hard to break into, but the only milk that is unsafe is delivered by the milkman.

[He looks at the map.]

What happens if we try to leave the town?

[She allows him this. When he wants to talk about it, she figures he'll talk]You just loop back on yourself. All roads lead back to Mayfield.

That's... Like a dream. If this is a dream... I can't access my mind palace.

[There's a terrifying thought!]

[Oh, Sherlock, that's getting the look she reserves for crazy people]

Your...mind palace.

[He nods.]

Of course. It's where I store and sort all of my memories, any knowledge that I've attained. John described it as a mental map.

[Sherlock grimaces. It was so much more than a mere map.]

[So much staring]

And you keep it...in your mind?

Hence the title "Mind Palace"

[Duh? He sighs.]

You knew John, so I shall use his words. It's a memory technique. A mental map. I plot a map with a location - in my case I use a palace. And you deposit memories there. I never really forget anything, I just have to find my way back to it.

Ohhhhh. [Okay, that makes a little more sense] That's...got to be helpful?

Well, some people fill their heads with garbage, so it depends on the application.

[Yes, it's very useful to him.]

Some people don't use their minds to their full potential, no.

That is a separate issue. Even those that use their full minds, fill them with details that are totally worthless.

[Sherlock has very strict opinions on this issue.]