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paradisa2012-01-30 09:46 pm
workaphilic) wrote in paradisa2012-01-30 09:46 pm
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[Evening, castle! Today is a day for an experiment.
Sherlock is in a hallway -- maybe yours! -- walking backwards with his journal open in his palm like a walkie-talkie. Trailing after him is a little blue lantern that's surely familiar to most of you by now.]
Yet another inane little gift courtesy of Paradisa. One could almost think it's being friendly. Timing could have been better, though.
[Those of you unfortunate enough to be on the opposite end of his temper tantrum last week might notice that he sounds a little... calmer, today. Still haughty and generally jerktastic, but something must have gone right in the past seven days.
Occasionally he'll speed up or slow down, swivel or twist in random directions, the lantern swinging about to follow him accordingly. It's might be kind of bizarre to watch, actually. Then he stops, abruptly, and the lantern glides to a stop in front of his nose.]
Interesting.
((SO OPEN. Over the journal or in person! HAVE AT.))
Sherlock is in a hallway -- maybe yours! -- walking backwards with his journal open in his palm like a walkie-talkie. Trailing after him is a little blue lantern that's surely familiar to most of you by now.]
Yet another inane little gift courtesy of Paradisa. One could almost think it's being friendly. Timing could have been better, though.
[Those of you unfortunate enough to be on the opposite end of his temper tantrum last week might notice that he sounds a little... calmer, today. Still haughty and generally jerktastic, but something must have gone right in the past seven days.
Occasionally he'll speed up or slow down, swivel or twist in random directions, the lantern swinging about to follow him accordingly. It's might be kind of bizarre to watch, actually. Then he stops, abruptly, and the lantern glides to a stop in front of his nose.]
Interesting.
((SO OPEN. Over the journal or in person! HAVE AT.))
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Or izzat one've those things y'don't feel "obligated t'share"?
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Oh, you know. Here and there. It's occasionally useful in my line of work.
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Thought you were doin' an experiment...?
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[Connor reaches out a hand to poke the lantern]
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It's a lantern. Your world must be tragically underdeveloped. [Facetious.] I'm testing its properties.
[He tilts his shoulders, just enough to get the lantern to swing an inch or two out of Connor's reach. He's very familiar with its movement patterns by now.]
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[he does pick up on how it moves when he moves, though, and waves a hand around it, looking for strings]
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Aye. They jus' sit where y'put 'em 'less they're hangin' from somethin'.
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If I knew, I wouldn't be bothering with the experiment. Is that word foreign to you? Shall I fetch a dictionary?
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No thank you, Professor. What've you figured out, then, other than how t' not directly answer questions?
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[He waves his cigarette in a circle to demonstrate]
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[He shifts, and the lantern swings around to float in front of his face. He focuses all his attention on it -- Connor and Murphy might as well be fading into the background.
But that question must have been satisfactory, because then he talks. Fast.]
Gift from the castle, or as close to one as you can get coming from a sentient building. Intended to be a memento of the festival, obviously, going by its coloring and design, but these are unique, not comparable to the decorations that were in place during the festival itself. Not unique to the individual either, though, seems to be a minimum of two different styles distributed among the residents, so these aren't gifts on the level of the ones given to us at Christmas.
Follows very specific mathematical pathways, with a designated "owner" at the center. Tracks my movements but doesn't anticipate them, creates a lag time if I change directions too abruptly. It reaches a maximum velocity of six to eight miles per hour, roughly equivalent to the average jogging speed of an adult human. So, easily outrun, but stay in one place and it'll come around again eventually. Never manages to get lost, so somehow it's aware of my position relative to itself at all times. Takes a while, though, since it doesn't seem to perceive obstacles; works its way around them via trial and error rather than any sort of sophisticated heuristic.
Construction is lightweight and minimalistic, no obvious room for complicated devices or machinery by the standards of my world. So, either much more advanced than my world or something else entirely.
[He tilts his head at it, curiously.]
Still working that bit out.
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… Have you found a way t' turn it off, or make it stop followin' ya?
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Aye. We had t'shut ours in th'fuckin' closet.
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[Noncommittal answer is super noncommittal. Guess who doesn't sleep all that often?]
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Not really a matter of patience. Seemed like a decent way to while away the time. At least for now.