Bartender: "...sir, I can't—"
???: "Oh, can't you? Well, if that is the case, I suppose I'll have to sample something I've concocted, instead."
-takes a small bottle out of his coat and downs it- "Ooh! Quite a sting, that."
-claps his hands together- "Now! Now that my senses are heightened and my disbelief suspended, where exactly have I ended up, chap? This certainly isn't London."
Bartender: "...uhhhhh..."
-glances around the bar-
-most of the patrons just kinda turn away, with an air of "nope, yer on yer own, buddy"-
Be kind.???: "Truly? I don't recall there being any motorcars soaring in the sky. But seeing as I am currently incapable of disbelieving anything, I suppose I'll have to believe you."
"My name is Sherlock Holmes. A pleasure to meet you—"
-pauses for a second, glancing down- "—mister Shane."
edited 2nd Feb '13 7:38:42 PM by Chilifro
Be kind.Holmes: "I haven't a clue, actually. Which is news to me. Usually a multitude of clues would have presented themselves to me by now."
"The only conclusion I am able to come to is that I have been spontaneously transported to another location and time. Which, if I were not inebriated by this toxin, would seem quite impossible to my mostly rational mind."
"I'm quite fond of this mixture, actually. It helps broaden my horizons. It's actually brand-name cleaning solution mixed with [insert chemicals here]. You should try it some time. Temper it with water, first, however — if you don't the first time, it's quite deadly. Instant death the second it enters your bloodstream."
-beat- "...oh, dear me, I seem to have gone off track. A side effect of my concoction, unfortunately. I tend to ramble when under its influence."
"Well, I tend to ramble anyway but that's beside the point..."
-to Cirno- "I? I am Sherlock Holmes."
edited 2nd Feb '13 7:51:56 PM by Chilifro
Be kind.

Chuck: "Well too bad, Doc."