participating in Day 4 event

[bitofafiction]

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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[summerstars]

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.

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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.)

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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.

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"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.

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"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.

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

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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.

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