nexus_crossings | 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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"But I'm not dead. You said so yourself. So how can we be talking?"

And if there were any dead person he would want to talk to, it would be Mary... Of course, if John were somewhere, that would help too. He heard John's voice when he had been dismantling Moriarty's Network, but he never saw him like he would occasionally see Mary.

"There are people here who arrived through dying, like me, and people who came here alive, like you. If I had to guess, you found a doorway here, or wandered in by mistake."

Stent doesn't know how it works. He hasn't seen anybody he knows yet, but theres an observatory. He'll probably travel there eventually once he has his bearings.

Wandered in by mistake. That's him all over. Still, it doesn't help the problem and he just stares for a minute.

"So a place the living and the dead can commune? I don't believe in religion."

Not quite true. He went to a wedding, baptism, and funeral. All for Mary, of course.

"Neither do I, really. But yes, the living and the dead mingle here."

No, it doesn't make sense. Stent doesn't even pretend to understand this place, but it's not bad, exactly. Just very, very strange.

"It's possible to leave, if you find the way you got in through."

"Well, there are a lot of ways I could have gotten here. Which is why I doubt in the reality of this place."

It's all he can say. After all, it's a very strange place.

"I'd talk to someone who's been here longer. I might not be of much use, I'm afraid...this isn't my field."

Multiuniversal theory wasn't even invented yet in the time period Stent's from. He's as confused as anyone. He doesn't like that.

"Then why did you bother wasting my time and pretend to answer my question?"

He could have been seeking other connections. There is nothing he hates more than wasting time.

"I was trying to help." Stent sighs irritably. "I'm not sure what you want, sir - I can't prove that this place is real, no. But I'd head to the Plaza and talk to people there. They'd be able to help you, maybe point you to the place you came in through."

He's a little annoyed that Sherlock accused him of pretending to answer the question, but he manages to bite it back.

Sherlock is rude and blunt. Never a good combination. And he has no one to tell him to stop and that he's being an idiot.

"Yes. Trying. Key word. I shall take the advice and talk to others, though."

The problem is, there have been plenty of people talk back to him in his mind palace.

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