nexus_crossings | Lockdown Brings out Old muses

Lockdown Brings out Old muses

[ooc: his current timeline is pre-"Final Problem", also rusty muse is rusty, apologies.]

There's a new person in the Nexus today. A very confused new person, who isn't sure exactly how he got here. Could be drugs. No, it can't be drugs. He has been more or less in lockdown during his detox, unable to access any drugs of any kind. John isn't even allowing him paracetamol right now. Which makes his detox headaches nearly too much to handle. Maybe that's what this place is...

Could be his mind palace, though it has never appeared like this before. He shakes his head to clear it of that idea.

He looks around, with complete confusion on his features. He reads the signs and takes in the population wandering around. None of it really takes away the confusion upon his features. He's not sure how to react to the information he's being flooded with...

His lips twitch as a song comes to mind. Lestrade had been the last person he remembered 'babysitting' him. He had brought a collection of music for them to listen to, so they could pass the time. So, one of those lyrics came to mind "Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?"

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The backing away helps. A lot. Sherlock looks the creature up and down. He doesn't know anything about these animals. (Sorry, it is an animal to him.). But, he knows enough about animals in general to know if one is lying or not. He doesn't get that sense. He stands slowly. Once on his feet, he dusts himself off and straightens his jacket.

"Most heretics struggle with pride. That's the problem with them."

He knows a thing or two about pride.

"skekGra the Heretic. I am Sherlock Holmes."

"All Skeksis do. Pride and arrogance are among the things that make us Skeksis." They are the dark halves of the beings they once were, after all - they're embodiments of arrogance, vanity, ambition, and the potential for violence and evil. "But I'm far from the most arrogant of the Skeksis."

That would probably be the Emperor. You don't become an Emperor and be humble, usually.

But the Heretic becomes excited again when the man introduces himself.

"Sherlock Holmes. It's wonderful to meet you!"

He'll accept the first comment. He has no idea really what a Skeksis is and presumes that this is all in his head anyway. Until... that last comment. Which sort of breaks his brain.

"....That's not... what people usually say."

skekGra welcomes everybody on policy. He's excitable, cheerful, and hard to upset or offend. He also doesn't have especially good social skills.

"Well, there's a first time for everything."

He frowns again. "That's.... not what I mean."

He's an arse and he knows it. People don't say it's wonderful to meet him. Ever.

"So you have a reputation where you're from? Well, this is a good place to start fresh. I won't judge you."

skekGra shrugs. He doesn't quite know what Sherlock means, but there are plenty of Nexus visitors and residents with questionable pasts.

"I don't need nor want to start fresh. But I do have many reputations."

At this point, he just wants to return home. He doesn't like this place. He doesn't know what to do with the fact that he is here. And mostly, he doesn't like not know what is and isn't real.

"What are you, back home?" skekGra's curious, though he can see the tension. He won't hold Sherlock up long. "I'm a puppeteer, an artist. I write operas to perform here."

Most humans he's met are from some variety of Earth, though not all. The Heretic figures Holmes isn't an exception.

He's not entirely comfortable with the 'back home' comment. But he answers. If there's one thing he loves, it's talking about his work.

"I'm a consulting detective. The only one in the world." His eyes narrow and looks the creature up and down. "Maybe the universe. When the police are out of their depth, which is always, they consult me."

"A detective?" skekGra smiles, intrigued. "There are no such things as far as I know, where I'm from. And I haven't met another detective here. No doubt there is one in the Nexus! We have all manner of people."

skekGra figures that Sherlock will run into stranger things than an old alien if he stays in the Nexus long enough. It's a strange place.

He looks up at the creature. "Well, that could explain a lot."

There's always a need for a detective where there's mystery.

"Perhaps! I don't think the Nexus has a detective here, not a consulting one, anyway."

Mystery? Yes, the Nexus has plenty of mysteries to spare.

He considers it. And squints his eyes. "Which is the sort of thing my mind would tell me to talk me into staying longer than I should..."

"Whichever option you choose!" skekGra chuckles. "There's no hurry. Time won't have passed in your world while you're here.

"You're missing the point. If this place isn't real, than I can't stay. People need me."

John and Rosie. Besides, if Mary starts haunting him here, he's in serious trouble.

"If it isn't real...well, the Nexus is real, but figuring out the way home is still a good idea, especially if you've got friends and family back in your world."

skekGra figures Sherlock would want to go home. "If you want to go back, you'll need to get a PINpoint and find the way you got in. Then you can come and go as you like, if you like."

"Do you know how utterly ridiculous this all sounds?"

This is worse than when John teased him about not knowing the sun goes around the Earth. He's not equipped to handle it.

"I hadn't taken any drugs intentionally for awhile... maybe someone laced something with one..."

Because that's the only logical explanation.

"Well, yes, it does take a lot of getting used to, especially if you come from a world without magic."

skekGra adjusted fairly quickly, but mostly because he has no problem with strange things.

He shakes his head when Sherlock blames the Nexus on drugs.

"Drugs? No, I've taken drugs here, and I promise this place has nothing to do with them."

"Of course, because you took the drugs here. I'm talking about if I took the drugs elsewhere and this whole world is a figment of my drug induced state."

Or maybe lack of drugs. Detoxing was never a pretty thing for him to go through.

"So you're saying the whole Nexus could be a figment of your imagination, and you're the only real person here?" skekGra chuckles softly. He's surprised he hasn't heard this one before.

"If you don't believe in your own senses, who or what would you believe?"

"The only one who's ever kept me right. John Watson."

Well, there are a few others, but he would be the best.

"I haven't seen a John Watson here, I'm afraid. But he might come by. What does he look like?"

If skekGra sees Watson, he thinks, he'll let him know his friend's looking for him.

Well, what does John look like here? Or in reality. Sherlock shakes his head, he supposes it doesn't matter. "He's shorter, still stands with a military edge to him. light brown hair that is starting to go grey..."

God. Kind of generic when he thinks about it.

"Well, I'll let him know that Sherlock Holmes is looking for him if I see him here. You've got a promise on that."

skekGra gives a quick, birdlike nod. "I'll be leaving you on your way, then. I hope you find your way back soon."

Sherlock is a bit confused why this creature would help him. But he wasn't going to argue either. Oddly, he believes the unbelievable more than the others he's talked to here. "I... Thank you."

He watched stoically as the birdlike creature wandered off.

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