rakuen | participating in Day 4 event

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participating in Day 4 event

Characters: Sherry Holmes and yooooou
Format: prose preferred please ♥
This log is: open
Location: Breakfast in the main hall
Summary: Palette swap. Also, toast.
Warnings: none at time of posting

Sherlock woke up this morning to discover that his skin is now a fetching shade of cyan. The effect seems to be universal among the students, as far as he can tell, but does not extend to their surroundings. He is on the lookout for exceptions and potential causes, although he does not let the search distract him from his tea and toast.

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Grenn had woken up green. And that wasn't (unfortunately) some metaphor for the still-lingering nausea and dizziness that had struck down yesterday. No, she'd literally woken up green; her skin was a dark, mossy colour and her eyes had decided to be an unnatural apple-green shade. Her hair, on the other hand, was white.

Personally, Grenn thought as she picked up her breakfast, blue would have suited better, because depression seemed like a good idea now. At least there was no colour associated with guilt that she could have been landed with.

Sure, people turning colours due to her failed (or successful, depending on your point of view) attempt at a hacking wasn't all that terrible, but had certainly not interrupted the holo-tech or the battle system. Or anything else. Glumly, she stared into the teacup. It was kind of a pity, though, that she hadn't managed to change the surroundings. A purple sky would have been funny.

Okay, maybe this was funny, but it was still a failure, and most would probably be upset. She hoped whoever was in charge managed to find the glitch.

It is surprisingly difficult to recognize people with their colours swapped, but after a moment Sherlock remembers having seen her before.

That brief, intense scrutiny could easily be considered rude.

(He has yet to look in a mirror, so he has no idea that his own hair has turned fire-engine red for the day and his eyes are as gold as a pair of polished coins. The effect is not visually pleasing.)

It's not hard to feel someone staring at you. Grenn looked up and around and stared right back. What was he looking at? It wasn't as if he was any prettier than she was at the moment... But at least he wasn't guilty of having caused it. Grenn grimaced and resisted the urge to tug on her hair.

"... You know your eyes are gold? And your hair really red? I can't look that horrible," Grenn finally managed to defend herself after battling with both nervousness over saying something, and that he'd, somehow, be able to tell.

But how was anyone who wasn't present going to be able to tell? And, besides... Considering the lapse between then and this morning, there practially was nothing tying her to this... um... colourful predicament.

"No, I was not aware of that," he says, so dryly it's hard to tell if he's being sarcastic. (He isn't.) "Thank you for bringing it to my attention."

He picks up a slice of toast.

"Uh... Okay? You're, um, welcome." Now, she's just confused. She had no idea how to interpret that so instead redirected her attention to her perfectly snow-white hair, at the same time getting a closer look at the green skin.

"I wonder how the colours are determined..." Grenn muttered, mostly to herself. Of course, being a glitch, or a bug, resulting from her tampering, no one had conciously assigned the colours, but she wondered what sort of strings of information the bug itself used.

"I've not been able to sense a coherent theme so far, although I hesitate to call it random. Do you have any theories?"

Grenn shook her head, because really, she didn't.

"Kinda strange the uniform has changed colours with us, but not... anything else." Of course, there hardly needed to be any sort of rhyme or reason to a glitch, but usually you'd think something like 'clothes' would be tied to the surroundings, and not them.

"The uniform and other clothing," he corrects, examining the steel-grey sleeve of his normally black leather jacket.

One of the dining hall tables had been claimed by Lloyd. There was a plate of food in the vicinity, but that had been shoved aside and ignored so he could pay full attention to a notebook he was jotting down notes in. Lists of useful but mundane objects he could get past the receptionists, doodles of schematics, that sort of thing.

The campus-wide glitch had deemed it best to switch the scientist's colors from pale blues and whites to something a whole lot darker. Creepy, to boot, considering the black hair, grayish skin, and red eyes were reminiscent of a certain mysterious round Lloyd himself had not been present for. His lab coat? Red. He hadn't been too happy about that switch. The coat should have been sacred, but noooo. Now he had to spend the day looking like a supervillian reject. Not that he would have minded it, if it hadn't been for the coat.

On the bright side, the sinister appearance was doing a good job of keeping most of the nosy kids away.

Most of them, yes.

"Fascinating," he remarks, glancing at the notebook. He can't read it properly from the next table over, but those schematics are reminding him of someone nevertheless.

And with the chickenscratch that passed as Lloyd's notes, he would have had to sit and stare for awhile to decipher it anyway. He didn't look up from his work, in the middle of a rough outline.

"Oh? Is it?"

"Yes. You're new this round, are you not? I apologize in advance on behalf of anyone who tries to kill you." He rubs the palm of his left hand with the fingers of his right. "Your new colour scheme brings back unpleasant memories."

"I am!" He stopped doodling in the notebook and looked over at Sherlock, curious. That was new. People never really felt the need to apologize for other people wanting to kill him. The threats were more often encouraged than not, actually!

"Well that's unfortunate!" he replied, ever-present smile still in place. "So what sort of unpleasantness was it that's going to get me in trouble?"

"Everyone who was present for the last round experienced a vivid nightmare the morning of your arrival in which duplicates of ourselves, done up in black and grey and red in much the same way, tried to murder us all. Often they succeeded. Reports conflict on the details, but it is generally agreed that it was not fun."

"Ah..." That got him to give the rest of the dining hall a look about. No one seemed too intent on paying him any undue attention. Lloyd turned his attention back to Sherlock. "Well, I can assure you that I'm not some duplicate here to kill you."

He tapped the notebook with the pentip.

"Unless I am and I've already killed myself. Wouldn't that be awkward~."

Sherlock laughs.

"Yes, rather."

"But I don't feel like any rampages, so everyone is in luck."

Lloyd turns back to the schematic he has drawn out for and starts filling in a few finer details, adding a few notes.

"Delighted to hear it. What does that want to be when it grows up?" he inquires, gesturing to the schematic.

He looks up from the notebook again. "Probably an astronaut!" Since that is what all children want to be when they grow up, right? Though seriously. "I could say, but I don't know who's..."

He points at an ear with his pen. You know, listening. He does gesture for Sherlock to come over, though.

"If you're smart, you can figure it out~."

"Well then."

He abandons his plate and comes to join Lloyd at his table.

"I'm afraid engineering is not strictly speaking my area of expertise, but I do have some acquaintance with the subject. May I have a look?"

He slides the notebook over to Sherlock. "Go right ahead." The notes written all over the page are still, for the most part, terrible chickenscratch, but enough of them can be puzzled out. Something something magnetic pulses. The rough schematic itself looks like it's something made from parts of a camera.

Magnetic pulses, camera parts...

He misses Tony.

A faint, wistful smile crosses his face as he tries to piece together the design.

Lloyd gets around to that breakfast he'd been ignoring earlier now that the notebook is out of his hands. It's something to do while he waits and doesn't involve staring at Sherlock while he thinks. For some reason, people find it creepy when he does that, so this is a change of pace!

What Sherry might eventually put together from the notes and doodles is that it's a design for a very rudimentary EMP device.

And, eventually, he does.

"Ah," he murmurs.

He passes the notebook back with a smile.

"If you do end up constructing it, let me know. That is an experiment I would be interested in attending."

He got it? Good boy!

Lloyd takes the notebook back and flips the cover shut, not wanting to get any crumbs from his toast on the pages. "I just need to get a few things set up and then I'll need a weapon to try it out on~."

That was the plan so far. Make device, get a weapon somehow, test.

"And just who is this wanting to attend such an experiment?"

"Sherlock Holmes. A weapon, you say? Of the human or the wholly inanimate variety?"

Sherlock Holmes? That name sounded vaguely familiar, but... "Hm. Whichever you'd classify the tactile holograms under."

"Ah. So the inanimate portion of the human variety. And to what purpose? Or will I just have to wait until the experiment itself for my curiosity to be satisfied?"

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told~." Science and surprises should always go hand in hand, don't you know. "It won't move ahead until I can get the parts I need, in any case, and that requires the next round of this silly game to start to judge when that'll be."

"Of course. Well, if it comes your turn and you do not have another volunteer, feel free to look me up."

This is in no way a reckless and irresponsible offer. Nothing could possibly go wrong with combining a Weapon and an EMP generator.

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/gets back to this finally, s-sorry

it is fiiiiiine :D

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