Tyen shiao duh... [The curse is harried and tense, as is Mal at the moment not only because he isn't where he thinks he should be, but also because he obviously doesn't have control over the situation at hand. The video feed shows him restrained in a cell. There isn't a fiber of his being that even kind of likes this.]

What kind of Alliance fei hua is this? [Because by his way of thinking this is obviously the Alliance's doing. That's what governments do, right? They interfere where they shouldn't be interfering? Yep, Alliance. And he knows he has to start forming an escape plan no matter what that Acumen voice said.] Anybody wanna tell me what planet the Eloquois Ocean's on?

[A moment of silence before he asks quite angrily and shakes at the chain binding him out of pure aggravation.] And where the hell's my gorram ship!?!?




( ooc )

That was one of those 'strange occurrences', then? Seems more like a lack of efficiency on the warden's part, more than anything else. Not like much can be done about it right now.

In any case... I wanted to talk about the survey I had conducted a few days back. After tabulating all the results, the survey can only be said to be partially inaccurate. [mostly because, though there are supposed to be vampires and talking animals amongst the inmates, none of them have answered at all. But he's not going to risk offending anyone like this.]

However, I will release the results of my findings so far, nonetheless.

( Survey Results under the cut )

Due to the small number of participants, the survey is regarded to contain sample bias, and is thus inconclusive and largely inaccurate. However, if you would still like a copy of the results, simply ask, state your name and I'll send a copy through the mail.

((ooc: results will not be further tallied, so please do not continue tagging the prior post unless it is an ongoing thread. Thanks to all who have participated in the previous post, nonetheless!))

(( OOC: It’s a mystery game! You join Sherlock in one of his former cases, which he is reliving and has conveniently forgotten the details of. The storyline can be influenced by your character, or you can just be along for the ride/social aspect!

It is assumed that you will be Sherlock’s assistant, but minor roles are open for villains who wish to join in. Please PM/IM if the villain role is your intention and I will see if I can’t fit you in. Interested? Read on! Everyone should realize I’m very wordy by now.

The ‘Semi-Open’ case is first come, first serve. If you see someone replying to that case, PM me to see if you can’t be worked in as well. ))


( Premise and Warnings )


( Case One - Closed )



( Case Two - Closed )
( Case Three - Closed )
( Case Four - Semi-Open )

(Brief OOC. Gonna be a lot of pictures with this dream, mostly to give you a feel for the grimdark world you're jumping into. Good luck, and enjoy it!)

[The dream begins in a huge airship, ribbed on both sides by huge ceramite cages that look almost like bones. You and your fellows are surrounded by a group of men in black armor, over which color-shifting camouflage cloaks are draped. They have long rifles clutched across their chests, and every man-jack of them is wearing a gas hood and rebreather mask. Come to think of it, you are, as well.]

[There is a brief sussurus of speaking amongst the soldiers, both male and female, before a tall man with a red sash and peaked cap stands before them.]

"Men of Tanith and Vervunhive. Tonight we are making an experimental drop-assault on Cirenholm. We've been assigned to the secondary objective, the vapor-mill, while the Urdeshi stormtroopers take the primary hive-spike. We must take the mill, or the entire assault will falter, or worse, the city itself may be destroyed if the gases the vapor mill processes are built up and burst. You've all been training for months on how to rope from the Valkyries, so I trust you'll all make it to the city itself safely. Be aware, our enemy is of a different caliber from the normal chaos scum we deal with. They are Blood Pact, highly trained, disciplined, and possessed of significantly superior armament compared to the kind of foes you're used to facing. We'll have the drop on them, both literally and figuratively with this assault, but I need you to be aware of any tricks they might pull on the ground. Keep in vox contact with your officers, be sparing with your expenditures of ammunition."

[Gaunt pauses at this, looking over the troops.] "I know we're short-gunned on this. Only 3 magazines per lasrifle is an insultingly small amount. The Munitorium fethed things up, but we'll put it right with straight silver. I expect each of you to bury the knife to the hilt in the hearts of one of these heathen bastards by the end of the assault. Are we clear?"
[After there are nods of assent, Gaunt gestures towards the Valkyrie assault ships which will ferry the Tanith and yourself into battle. They are beak-nosed combat landers, festooned with rocket launchers, heavy bolters, and laser cannon. ]

[The ride is rough, very rough indeed. You can hear chatter from other Valkyries over the vox-systems, as they are hit, and go down flaming over Cirenholm, diving through the clouds of Phantine into the poisonous gas that makes up most of the atmosphere on the horribly polluted world.]

[The bouncing, dull thuds of flak fire going off nearby can be heard, and anyone near the twin door-guns of the Valkyrie can clearly sea the black puffs from airburst shells being described in the atmosphere outside, and occasionally another drop transport will be smashed by either a direct hit, or take fragments into one of the turbofans, starting a long, slow, meteor-like plummet as the engines catch fire, one after the other. There are no parachutes. There's nothing to drop down to, on Phantine, which is choked by gas, just falling forever, until you go mad, or the corrosive gases melt through your flight suit and end your life. Wind-waste, is the technical term for this kind of death.]

[But another kind of death awaits you all, as Cirenholm can be viewed more fully now, and the green lights of the cabin go on, indicating a drop is about to start. Tracers hurtle up into a night sky from a hundred defense emplacements, followed by randomly fired red lasbolts, some of which beat a jaunty tattoo against the armored belly of the Valkyrie Transport.]
[At this point the bolters on your craft start to clatter as their ammunition feeds cycle, making a coughing roar as they lay down suppressive fire to clear the landing Zone, a flat patch of metal on the metallic city-spire you'll all be assaulting in a moment.]

[Gaunt steps to the open hatch, grabbing onto the rope as he prepares to drop to the roofs of Cirenholm.]
"MEN OF TANITH!" [He bellows to you all, his voice crackling over a commbead as his face is concealed by a gas-hood]
"Do you want to live forever?"
[And, before he gets an answer, he's sliding down the rope some 10 meters to the deck.]

(Ooc, start posting at this point and we'll begin the fun.)

[ Endless, endless snow as far as the eye can see. The cold is biting, bone-penetrating, intense enough to make you ache. The world around you is barren, like a frozen desert, and the snow is driving. As you walk forward, your footsteps disappear behind you, but you can keep pressing forward and you might see a figure in the distance.

Jade is on his knees here, dressed in his usual attire except for the gloves. He digs in the snow with his bare hands -- slowly, determinedly. His fingers are bright red and raw from the cold.

Scattered on the snow around him are intricate formulae, written in the fonic notation; don't expect to understand them. Even if you spoke the language, these dream calculations are muddled and nonsensical to everyone except the man who drew them painstakingly in the snow. ]


((ooc: Open! Come one, come all.))

[It starts with one light at first, lifting itself from a roof nearest the beach--a solitary lantern glowing and drifting away on the light breeze. From one come many, several burning glows bursting to life and rising up above the trees and the buildings, lanterns of all shapes and sizes floating along like a river of lights. They bob and weave around each other, lightly bumping to change their directions, similar to stars high up near the apex of the dome, the waters below sparkling from the glow.

At the beach there are several tables where inmates may receive a lantern of their own to light and send on its way into the sky, joining the others as they burn through the night.]

[The lanterns are all around the dome, but they will eventually make their way to floating above the waters at the beach. Feel free to see them just about anywhere outdoors! If you want the full effect, check out the full scene from Tangled.]

Good evening, Marina.

My name is Sherlock Holmes. Some of you may recall that I conducted a brief survey about the prison's criminal record. As promised, I am broadcasting the results. Those of you that have asked for the actual documentation will have already received it, or else it is in en route by post.

The sample size was fourty-two individuals, including myself. Answers were only drawn from thirty-eight, as many refused or otherwise did not give me complete information for tally. Four of you - that is nearly ten percent - did your best to have your fun with me.

( Long Data Inside )

[ One can hear the occasional twang throughout this delivery. He's toying with his violin, idly tuning the instrument. Sherlock does not love anything, but this is as good, in some ways, as a drug when it comes to pacifying him. ]

I am open now for intelligent discussion regarding the results. You may also request a copy of the documentation of this survey - if this is the case, you may be asked to pick it up yourself. This is at my discretion, as I have received one death threat and most instances of confrontation are arduous to me. Provide your name if you want the documents by post.

(( OOC: Sherlock is lounging in the library. If you're there at the time, you can see him chattering into the communicator and plucking at the violin. He's only broadcasting his voice right now, but any media of response is welcome.

Results may be remedied as time passes. I was a derp and forgot to have him ask this or that to complete everything. ))

[Oz is once again in his favorite sector, sector four. He's in the park and this time he has an acoustic guitar that he's playing an easy, light tune on. It switches back and forth, sometimes it has a jazzy feel to it and sometimes it has more of a rock vibe. In essence, he's just enjoying the outdoors and playing some tunes. In front of him he has the guitar case open, not really for tips... but didn't all street musicians do that? It looked cool to him, anyway.]

[Rarity is BEAMING. Clearly, something amazing has happened.]

I had something more formal planned, but I'm so excited I just can't contain it! I have finally crafted my first dress for humans! It took a lot of research, and I know how simple it is, but I think it's a perfect contrast to our surroundings!

[Steps aside, revealing a red dress on a dress form.]

I call it "Fire Flowers Under Waves".

[ It’s getting to be later in the evening, and for once, he’s considering sleep. There are no nicotine patches to keep him occupied, and the world right now is dull, dull, dull. He needs something stimulating, and the communicator is right there... Normally, he’s not given to speaking to people unless they have information. This is no exception. ]

[ Those listening to the open feed will hear the dark voice pouring through their headset, smokey and slow with the weight of his dilemma. ]

Good evening, Marina Asylum.

Before you ask, yes, I am one of those new inmates assimilated into the fold by your monotonous overlord. However, I’m not interested in preaching my woes of incarceration. I am comfortable with the charges that have been weighed against me and regret nothing.

My name is Sherlock Holmes.

I’ve spent the day exploring your facilities. Anthrax Island, indeed. However, what I’ve seen of you brings questions to mind, those of which I would like to bring to your attention.

( Marina's Criminal Survey )

I understand that something this elaborate cannot possibly be considered a joke... Well then. It doesn't seem like I'll be able to do anything about this situation at the time being, not that I won't try to find out more to see if I can't do anything about this at a later point but I must question the warden of this place about this list of crimes - If I had committed the said crimes, I would know it, wouldn't I?

[have a disgruntled pause, and - is that chains you hear in the background? I think it is!]

In any case, since this seems to be a public broadcast, I suppose I ought to introduce myself: I am Light Yagami, and I come from Tokyo, Japan, a mere small part of the planet Earth.

So. [skepticism is plain in his voice to hear] What sort of worlds do people here come from, then?

[ Unlike some of the other newcomers, he isn't having a lot of trouble understanding his predicament. While he doesn't absolutely accept it yet, the facts and the evidence are beginning to accumulate. It isn't hard for him to stomach the thought that someone has considered him a criminal and incarcerated him for it. After all, people have been telling him for years that he's a psychopath (wrong: he is a high-functioning sociopath) and that he's one crime scene away from going on a mass-murdering spree of his own. Really, it's about time. With his brother, Mycroft, functioning more or less as the British government itself and his undeniable contribution to Scotland Yard's successful case-solving, he was nigh untouchable by normal policing. Fitting, then, that he should have to be abducted by another world to be imprisoned.

But this isn't like any prison he's ever seen or heard of before. He's woken up in a flat and there's no ball and chain. There is a bed and basic amenities. He checks everything -scanner too- to be sure before settling back to read his pamphlet again. The welcome basket is reviewed and a small, potential psychological sketch is done on those who provided it before it is cast to the wayside.

Things seem pretty solid. He doesn't believe he's mad, but he hasn't yet written it out of the realm of possibility.

The door is unlocked.

Outside, there is a rainbow.

Definitely not his construction, then. This is most probably real. And most definitely not like any prison he's ever seen.

This may be Hell. He never really bought into the conventional standard of a lake of fire.

Well, might as well go and investigate. After doing a quick inventory -phone, magnifier, and gloves are all he has left of home- and inserting the welcoming pamphlet into his trouser pocket, he's off. ]

[[ OOC: Sherlock can be in any district! He is exploring and taking samples. You might see him striding down the street or catch him picking at the soil/concrete. He may have peeked into a building where you were hanging out, but he's promptly gone again. If he passes you on the street, he isn't likely to say anything to you. He doesn't seem interested in people unless they approach him. Or are very, very obviously different. Then he might have to stare at you a little.

Let's have some fun! ]]

[It seems he's accidentally turned the video on without realizing, and one can see the teenage boy is quickly taking in his surroundings with frightening intensity. He doesn't seem to be aware of the screen for now, and he thoroughly checks himself over once. No weapons. They were on him just a moment ago.]

I know this is an illusion. [Points out simply, but he seems irked that they're resorting to these sorts of games. When he tries to activate the Sharingan, however--well, his dark eyes widen when nothing happens, and only then does he seem to spot the chain around his leg. This isn't good.]

[His guard is up, and he's ready for an attack. He's currently located in Sector 4, and will be attempting to gain his bearings. Harass him?]

Good morning, inmates. It is the 113th day of the third generation, and more inmates will be integrated into the facility. Please be aware of this disruption as you go about your day. The rain has ended, and there will be a rainbow for the duration of the morning, per inmate Allen Walker's request.

Inmate Alma Karma, the film you requested is now available at the theater in Sector 3.