All roads lead back to Baker Street [OPEN]

[thevictoriandetective]

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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[synthdetective]

It is amazing how a two hundred year old cigarette can taste, especially one that survived nuclear war. And most people of The Commonwealth don't seem to mind the flavor. And not being able to breath, or puff on the cigarette Nick just lets the cigarette dangle from his lip.

"Let me guess, you want to figure out how to get back to where it was you came. But why bother? That's unless you've got something that is important to tend with back home." He goes to remove the cigarette from his mouth, and he rests it between his two metal fingers.

The old mechanical detective can keep on going, but even he enjoys time away from helping out the citizens of The Commonwealth. And at times helping with things here in The Nexus. "Name's Nick by the way."

[thevictoriandetective]

The cigarette lights and Sherlock takes a deep drag, closing his eyes a moment. He hadn't had a proper smoke in some time and it was just so...nice. Even with the weird taste.

"I do, actually. Like a life," Sherlock shot back. Free cigarette aside, he was irritated by that line of thinking. And slightly frightened by it.

"Sherlock Holmes."

[synthdetective]

"Nice to meet you, Mister Holmes. If you got any other questions about this place feel free to ask." Nick reaches for his fedora and lifts it from his hairless head. "And I'll do my best to answer them."

"So where is it you're from?" He asks while putting his hat back down on his head, and he reaches to remove the smoldering cigarette from his lip. "And what is so good about this place and life of yours that you have to get back to it?"

He looks down at the cigarette and he flicks it to the ground, and he quickly snuffs it out on the ground.

[thevictoriandetective]

He took another drag, still trying to deduce what he could from the...odd...person. Was he a robot? Wasn't that impossible? Unless technology had taken quite a leap when he wasn't paying attention...

"London," he said after he blew out more smoke. "I've got cases to solve, obviously. Plus my...colleagues are there, and they'd be lost without me."

[synthdetective]

Nick's dirty and tattered trench coat and his plastic skin is missing in some places. Though if he is a robot, Nick doesn't exactly fit the mold for a traditional robot even for his own home universe. He is way too cheeky and has just too much sass for that. But yes, technology has taken one hell of a leap in comparison to modern day London.

And even then, Nick wonders what became of the London in his home universe, and he suspects it looks no better than the cities in the United States.

"I've read about London. But..." Nick's interest perks up, as does his voice at the mention of Sherlock having cases to solve. "...you'll have to tell me about these cases of yours. And I'm sure your colleagues will do just fine without you."