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greatestdefective[Canon option]
[The year is roughly 1900 (give or take a few decades, we don't know) and the location is the foggy city of London. Sherlock Holmes is out doing what he usually does; that is, he's doing whatever the hell he feels like at the moment. Iris is holding down the fort back home, leaving him utterly unsupervised. One might think that a grown man- the world's greatest detective- can take care of himself just fine.
One would think that, wouldn't they?
In the middle of Piccadilly Circus square stands the relatively new Shaftesbury Memorial Fountain. All the way atop the fountain is the statue of an angel, its wings spread as if it's about to take flight. Hanging from the right wing is the World's Greatest Detective. ...Upside-down. The right leg of his pants is hooked firmly into the corner of the wing, feathers holding it in place.
...Don't ask how he did this. Just get him down before he hurts himself.]
[Logic & Deduction Experiment Theater option]
[So your character just got caught behaving suspiciously at a crime scene! Perhaps something was stolen from a store. Perhaps someone was found dead just around the corner. ...Or perhaps there's nothing suspicious going on at all, there's merely a trivial little thing that your character is attempting to hide.
Either way, Sherlock Holmes is on the scene and he's ready to jump to assumptions- I mean conclusions.
Throw in a setting with as many inane little details about the surroundings and character quirks as possible, and prepare for a whirlwind of rapid-fire deduction!]
[Nexus option]
[Generic panfandom nexus time! Let's make it Wankerville for convenience, a small town (roughly ten houses) with a store that restocks itself. It's situated in the middle of a forest that, if crossed, will inevitably lead a character back to the village. Ooh spooky.
Holmes is seated on the front steps of one of the houses, idly puffing from his favorite pipe, nose buried in a book. Which book, you say? "Welcome to Wankerville, Random Nexus Facts For Dummies". This thing is so convenient it's not even funny.
...Well, at least Sherlock won't be completely oblivious to the notion of 'other worlds', 'alternate timelines' and such things when he's approached by a space alien or whatever.]
[The year is roughly 1900 (give or take a few decades, we don't know) and the location is the foggy city of London. Sherlock Holmes is out doing what he usually does; that is, he's doing whatever the hell he feels like at the moment. Iris is holding down the fort back home, leaving him utterly unsupervised. One might think that a grown man- the world's greatest detective- can take care of himself just fine.
One would think that, wouldn't they?
In the middle of Piccadilly Circus square stands the relatively new Shaftesbury Memorial Fountain. All the way atop the fountain is the statue of an angel, its wings spread as if it's about to take flight. Hanging from the right wing is the World's Greatest Detective. ...Upside-down. The right leg of his pants is hooked firmly into the corner of the wing, feathers holding it in place.
...Don't ask how he did this. Just get him down before he hurts himself.]
[Logic & Deduction Experiment Theater option]
[So your character just got caught behaving suspiciously at a crime scene! Perhaps something was stolen from a store. Perhaps someone was found dead just around the corner. ...Or perhaps there's nothing suspicious going on at all, there's merely a trivial little thing that your character is attempting to hide.
Either way, Sherlock Holmes is on the scene and he's ready to jump to assumptions- I mean conclusions.
Throw in a setting with as many inane little details about the surroundings and character quirks as possible, and prepare for a whirlwind of rapid-fire deduction!]
[Nexus option]
[Generic panfandom nexus time! Let's make it Wankerville for convenience, a small town (roughly ten houses) with a store that restocks itself. It's situated in the middle of a forest that, if crossed, will inevitably lead a character back to the village. Ooh spooky.
Holmes is seated on the front steps of one of the houses, idly puffing from his favorite pipe, nose buried in a book. Which book, you say? "Welcome to Wankerville, Random Nexus Facts For Dummies". This thing is so convenient it's not even funny.
...Well, at least Sherlock won't be completely oblivious to the notion of 'other worlds', 'alternate timelines' and such things when he's approached by a space alien or whatever.]
