nexus_crossings | All roads lead back to Baker Street [OPEN]

All roads lead back to Baker Street [OPEN]

Normally when one opens the blue door to 221 B Baker Street they are presented with a hallway and the interior of the corridor that leads up the stairs.

Normally.

But when Sherlock Holmes, clad in his normal dark gray coat and blue scarf absently opened up the door and stepped through, shutting it without a second thought, he was more than mildly surprised to see that the interior was now a plaza with other people in it, and all sorts of things that usually weren't present outside of Mrs. Hudson's door.

The detective blinked, and tried to remember when he'd last slept.

Nope, he actually had gotten a proper sleep the night before, having finished a case. He'd even woken up late. Perhaps he'd been hit with some kind of gas? He sniffed the air, could be odorless.

Oddly enough though, this didn't feel like a dream. It had logical consistency. Well, if that logical consistency continued to hold up, he was going to have a LOT of questions.

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She blinks and twitches her nose before turning away to sneeze softly and blow her nose. smoke was not one of her favorite smells. She stiffens a little, in return but then eases a little as she looks up at him with a small smile.

"Ello." She murmurs warmly and eases back a little, "so how ya been?" She asks warmly her wolf ears poping out and going up. Before scanning the area around them suspiciously.

"I've been well," he said politely back. He smirked when she sneezed as he knew she probably smelled the smoke on him. Ah, old habits died hard. The pack of cigarettes in his pocket sat hidden within his coat.

"How are you? How's everyone?"

He frowned and looked around, wondering if there was anyone else from Storybrooke showing up. "Is this something from the town? What is this place? I thought there wasn't any magic in the regular world. I opened my door and ended up here."

"Good glad to hear it. " She murmurs and softly blows her nose with a tissue from her right side coat pocket. She hated being cold typically , course StoryBrooke had to be in Maine which though seaside wasn't know for it's super warm weather patterns. At least during certain times of the year..though they weren't as stuck in the town as they use to be. But when they did travel she did try to keep in contact with the others.

And not be gone for long stretches of time. What with trouble popping and cropping up like weeds. "oh doing well.. well ya know what's Storybrooke like..but..there's more breathing room now..in some ways. " She informs him.
She still didn't like the idea of folks going off into a world with very little to no magic..though that was good in some more dangerous cases.

"Um, well I thought it was a Cafe door by the signature but.." She waves a hand about the place. "clearly it's not..maybe..they're related in some way?" She half theorizes.

"your. Door, door?" She asks softly and pulls a mini notebook out and flips to a clean page before pulling out a pen. "well...there is the..whole belief thing..or if something imbued with magic and brought in or something. " She murmurs.

"221 B Baker Street," he said proudly. He was quite pleased he'd managed to get his old quarters back, though there needed to be quite the renovation. Still, the blue door had always been home.

He frowned. "You don't suppose someone did something to my door, do you?"

She blinks and then a small smile starts to grow on her face partly wistful. "Ah..That's my boy." She murmurs warmly and proudly her tail wagging. He'd finally done it she knew he'd been wanting to go back and do so for ages.

She twitches her nose and her brow furls. "..Mayhaps.. we probably should investigate, aye?" She half states half asks as she readies her wand in one hand and puts her notebook and pen back before pulling out her square pocket magnifier and a crystal.

"Perhaps you could...visit?" he knew how tied to Storybrooke they were but London wasn't that far away, plus if this place was some sort of...portal deal it would be that much easier to go back and forth.

"Its the only course of action at this point. My door's over here," he motioned his head. "Come on."

She smiles softly, "I'd like that. " she murmurs softly and warmly. Her tail wagging. "Perhaps sometime in the coming weeks.. if things stay.. calm. " she murmurs.

She nods and slightly hums in agreement. "Right behind ya. " she murmurs warmly trotting over toward his side her legs weren't nearly as long as his through there was about a nine to ten inches difference. Through he and her husband where nearly exactly the same height. They had bit of a different tread. Through both of the dear gents had a regal bearing.

"Hopefully they will," he replied back.

It wasn't too far to his door. It stood there, looking exactly as if it had been plucked right from the flat, right from the street itself.

"That's really something, isn't it?" he blinked.

"Aye, here's hoping. " she murmurs softly.

She padded along next to him and offers him her slightly bent arm if he wanted to stroll that way. Uncertain about how he felt about doing so at the moment.

She blinks rapidly taking that in and scanning as they got closer. "Aye it is. " she murmurs once again reminded of the magical cafe with many doors or other such places she'd heard of etc. There we supposed magic halls of mirrors that did the same. Jefferson's hat only had a handful of such for example.

Edited (Mis spell) 2016-12-04 19:07 (UTC)

"Should we be worried?" he said, taking her arm as they looked around. He didn't think anything of it. But his worry about the doors and this general weirdness was first in his mind. It did remind him of Jefferson's hat, though, but the inside of his hat certainly didn't look like this, even with all its doors.

She hums, and continues scanning in various ways. "well..the place seems sturdy..and full of energy." She replies softly as she glances half over her shoulder at him. "like I said it's kinda like that..cafe I told you about...but much much bigger.." She sates and swallows softly rubbing the red string she tied round her right wrist slightly.

She was reminded of the hat as well. could each of these door be a realm of some sort or part of one? she wondered..After all there was two doors to the earth the Dark curse had sent them too as far as they knew. She wracked her brain as she tried to recall if she'd read or heard anything about such a place. She blinked nothing in the design leaped out at her.

"What sort of energy?" he asked, curious. "Any ill vibes you are getting?"

Cafe. Maybe there were more of these places out there. Storybrooke was a nexus of its own, in a way. It would make sense that it allowed a connection to their own world...at least the current world they lived in. Still, the London he was living in now shouldn't be anything but ordinary, it was less surprising that Ash got in through Storybrooke. Unless the 'Land Without Magic' had far more secrets to discover.

"Hmm," she hums softly and slightly tilts her head slightly sniffing the air and seeing what she could pick up that and other ways/senses. If she could.
Sometimes things and places could be finicky.
Or, as temperamental and mercurial as a certain, Great Mouse Dectective she knew , even. She thought glancing at him sideways half in thought half comparing the auras of the place with a sentient being. "Well.. there kinda odd but Iam not getting anything malicious or of ill intent in the place itself." She informs him

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