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[ 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.