tell him about Holmes-Lore

[not_over_yet]

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. ]

Comments

[midnightcowboy]

[He shrugs, not really denying that it's strange but otherwise not exactly elaborating.] Happens sometimes.

[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?

[not_over_yet]

[ Being cryptic is the opposite of sidestepping the issue, Jed. ]

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. ]

[midnightcowboy]

What? Nah, time's fine. It's-- alright, listen.

[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.

[not_over_yet]

[ ........

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...

[midnightcowboy]

Logic? What the hell kind of magic've you seen that mimics logic?

[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.