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progresscity2018-06-13 09:28 pm
not_over_yet) wrote in progresscity2018-06-13 09:28 pm
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tell him about Holmes-Lore
Who: Basil and whoever, perhaps you?
What: researching some fictional detective or other
Where: Progress City Library
When: throughout June
Warnings: n/a, will update if needed
[ Ever since Plankton got himself kicked out of office, Basil's been spending a lot of time at the city library. Basil seems to be doing research--in the fiction section of all things.
Sometimes he can be found reading through a human-sized book that's ended up on the floor somehow. He has to walk across the pages to read them fully, but he's fairly adept at turning them despite the scale issues. Other times he can be found climbing up and down the shelves, looking for a new one--if you're tall enough to reach the one he wants, he might ask for assistance getting it down. Or maybe you're really unlucky and he's decided to shove the thing off the shelf on his own--look out below!
Taking a closer look at any of his selected books might notice a theme.
...Yeah, they're all about Sherlock Holmes. ]
What: researching some fictional detective or other
Where: Progress City Library
When: throughout June
Warnings: n/a, will update if needed
[ Ever since Plankton got himself kicked out of office, Basil's been spending a lot of time at the city library. Basil seems to be doing research--in the fiction section of all things.
Sometimes he can be found reading through a human-sized book that's ended up on the floor somehow. He has to walk across the pages to read them fully, but he's fairly adept at turning them despite the scale issues. Other times he can be found climbing up and down the shelves, looking for a new one--if you're tall enough to reach the one he wants, he might ask for assistance getting it down. Or maybe you're really unlucky and he's decided to shove the thing off the shelf on his own--look out below!
Taking a closer look at any of his selected books might notice a theme.
...Yeah, they're all about Sherlock Holmes. ]
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It misses him by a good six inches or so, but that doesn't exactly mean he's happy about it, or that he doesn't intend to make his offense known. Taking his hat off to wave it up at the shelves, he cups his free hand around his mouth in order to better project his voice as he shouts.]
Hey! HEY! Watch where you're throwin' those things!
[Sure, he understands having to get a book down from a high place to read it, but they'd always used one of those complicated pulley systems the Romans were so fond of-- no chance of accidentally crushing any of the other similarly stature-challenged exhibits that way.]
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...You're smaller than I am. [ It's been a good while since that's been the case, but. also.
Squints. ] Are you always this size, or...?
[ HUMANS ARE NOT THAT SMALL explain yourself at once ]
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Either way, though, being immediately called out on his height is unappreciated.]
Sure am. That's mighty perceptive of ya, rodentia, most folks don't notice.
[Yes, he's absolutely being as sarcastic as possible (listen if the mouse is going to be rude enough to not apologize then he's earned the right to act the same). He leans back to better narrow his eyes at Basil, crossing his arms and shrugging.]
Have been for the past fifty-eight years or so. What's it matter?
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Been a while since I've seen anyone close to my scale... [ aaand stops right there, hanging off a shelf somewhat precariously as he double-checks the distance between said tiny-human and that book. ] ...which, ah.
[ Winces, resumes descent. ]
Bit of a close call, that, wasn't it. Dreadfully sorry--in my defense, it has been ages since that sort of thing mattered. [ (Basil it's been like two months) ]
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He steps back a bit to give Basil more landing room for his descent-- not that he's really concerned about being too much in the way, but it's the principle of the thing.]
What, you're tellin' me you're the only mouse around here?
[Where there's one there's many, usually, but he's not rude enough to just point that out outright. Then again this place has a way of pulling people away from whoever they were around before, so if this guy's been here long enough... yeah, he guesses it could've been a while.
Jed glances at the book at the same time Basil does, looking back and forth between the two a couple of times before deciding he can shrug if off this time. If he took wild offense to every time somebody acted before looking down then he'd have a hard time getting on friendly terms with anyone at all.]
Nah, don't worry about it none. Had closer calls than that plenty'a times before, rodentia. Lot of folks don't even bother to apologize, so you're already doin' better than most.
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[ Finally at a height he can safely drop from, he does so, landing on his (two) feet. Now that he can see this tiny-human, up close... hm. ]
Can't say you look nigh-sixty.
[ "What are you" is not the most socially-acceptable question. Basil glances at the book and back, considering. Hmmmmm... He did kinda just now nearly kill the guy, buuuuut the guy is also taking that pretty well. ..."The guy"--ok almost-manslaughter definitely merits introductions before further questioning.
Slight bow: ] Basil Facilier. Did you arrive with intent, or one of these? [ Motions to his own magicband (which is alternating stripes of pink and vivid violet, it's. not great,,) ]
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[On one hand he can grudgingly accept that they clearly weren't expecting to have to deal with this problem but. On the other hand. They should have been expecting it. He's been half-tempted to just build his own house out in the park but nobody ever watches where they step.]
One'a those. [He holds up his own magicband to confirm, and even though he hates the damn thing after seeing the colors on Basil's it's. Suddenly not as bad.] Not sure why they can scale these things proper but they can't build a damn house the right size.
[He just shakes his head, brushing the concern off for the moment as he holds out his hand. Do mice even shake hands... he's suddenly not sure but either way that's how you do greetings properly, so.]
Anyway. Jedediah Smith, late'a New York.
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[ One opportunity to volunteer the explanation, pass on it and Basil fully intends to make a pest of himself, because what even.
The handshake and response Jed receives are somewhat automatic. ] London here--originally. Bit of a while back, now...
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[But Jed usually opts to avoid getting into the complications surrounding their existence because most folks aren't really satisfied with the fact that he only knows maybe 10% of the answers anyway. Instead it's much easier to focus on Basil, and he crosses his arms thoughtfully.]
London, huh? I got a buddy whose parents are on display in London. We ain't ever been out to visit 'em, though. How long've you been gone?
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I'm afraid tracking time has become a bit tricky for myself as well--but I've still only the one age, don't tell me time broke Stateside.
[ If he sounds less incredulous than he does irritated, it's only because he's reached the point where time breaking is less implausible than it is simply offensive. Damned magic everywhere. ]
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[Jesus, okay, apparently he has to go through this mess again. He sighs, but he sounds more bored than annoyed when he actually speaks. Like it's just a textbook response at this point, which it basically is.]
Died at thirty-two originally, so I figure that's how the manufacturers made me look. [And he definitely remembers the death happening so. At least he knows he's right in that regard.] But I've been coming to life for half a century now, so... strictly speaking, that's how long I've been alive this time around.
[Shrugs again.] Told you, this sorta shit just happens sometimes.
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Manufacturers.
Ok fine whatever, this is his life now. Goddamn magic everywhere. ] Ugh, I was hoping it'd at least be something I--[ ooooor he could rephrase to emphasize this is magic's fault ]--obviously I knew magic was involved, but I'd had hopes it would be something that mimicked logic a bit more. It does, now and again...
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[And where can he go and find it because some logical magic would be a damn blessing at this point but that's beside the point.]
I thought the whole point was that it don't make any sense. Nobody understands the stuff.