THE EVENT HORIZON

[inferis]

[Congratulations, you have awoken on the Event Horizon. The ship is large and empty of life, except for the residents themselves. Now is the time to explore your new surroundings. Gosh it sure is creepy and quiet.]

[[OOC: AROUND THE SHIP | MEDICAL | THE TUNNEL | THE GRAVITY CORE | DAY ONE OOC POST | PLOT CHAT | PLOT HUB]]

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[workaphilic]

[Sherlock hasn't spoken a word since he woke up. He's been moving through the ship slowly and silently, observing, cataloging, and moving on. If he's shocked by anything he's seen, the mask he's wearing to cover it is very sturdy.

He's not an idiot. He knows the castle's MO by now. A place like this can hardly end well for anyone.

He barely bats an eye when he reaches the tunnel, and he enters it without hesitation. But when he gets halfway through, he stops abruptly, right in the middle of the narrow walkway. He puts his hands in his pockets and watches the blades twist around him as innocuously as someone might watch the clouds go by.]

[last_rat_standing]

[Hey, Sherlock, someone else is walking up behind you. Though he's not going to scold you for being an idiot and standing in the middle of a meat grinder. Nope. Instead he's going to stop and watch them for a moment, himself, seemingly unphased by the blades passing very close to his person]

[workaphilic]

[Sherlock doesn't move, or otherwise acknowledge that he knows someone else is there. Not at first, anyway.]

Interesting architectural choice.

[His voice is even, almost bland. He doesn't look away from the walls.]

[last_rat_standing]

[Neither does Bond. His eyes rove over the blades, looking for anything of note]

For the Marquis de Sade, perhaps.

[workaphilic]

[For once, Sherlock doesn't even seem to be looking for anything in particular. He's just looking.

And hey, a historical reference he actually gets.]

That would require it to be more than just decorative.

[last_rat_standing]

Well those blades are certainly not made out of foam rubber.

[He raises an eyebrow at Sherlock. The implication is there, dude. Don't make him throw you in to prove his point]

[workaphilic]

Neither are the spines of a wrought-iron fence, but those are hardly designed with the intention to skewer, are they?

[last_rat_standing]

[He raises an eyebrow]

No but the spikes on a wrought-iron fence have an obvious purpose where-as these seem to be for intimidation, protection or murder. [He pauses slightly, a smirk quirking at the corner of his lips]

Unless of course you believe we're standing above the kitchen and this is some sort of meat-grinder meant for food preparation for the former crew.

[workaphilic]

[He rolls his shoulders and starts to walk again.]

There are better ways to both protect and murder. They're either morons or misguided decorators. Or both.

[last_rat_standing]

[Eh. He doesn't care. He's not going to follow the other man, although he WILL add one final thought]

I tend to never assume intelligence until proven otherwise.

[workaphilic]

[He spreads his arms in a wide-spread, over-exaggerated shrug, and makes his way into the next chamber.]