multiversallogs | Living In Harmony (Open)

Who: Emily Finch, Sherlock Holmes, and OPEN
What: Poking around and possibly getting into trouble
Where: Initially in and around the University, but she is probably around the city
When: Sukkardi or thereabouts
Notes: If you want a hook, talk to me ooc and we'll sort something!
Warnings: None yet

Emily is still not as sure as she'd like to be what is going on. The two most plausible possibilities are her initial thought - this is something the Russians have worked up, that she's some sort of experiment - or that she has, in fact, managed to find herself trapped in another world. She's not sure one is substantially better than the other.

She needs a job, though; she doesn't want to stay at an inn any longer than she has to, and she's going to run out of marks sooner than later. Politics, she thinks; she can do the bright young thing, hungry and eager to learn. Bright enough to keep around, not so bright she's much of a threat. A bit Eve Harrington early on without Anne Baxter's significant looks to the camera. And getting a foot in the door is a good opening move in the long game that either reality will mean she needs to play.

But she's not so desperate she won't take her time on picking a likely candidate. In the meantime, she's been poking around St. Brian, finding out what she can without drawing too much notice. She's added Ragamoll to her mental to-do list. Even if speaking it will take a while, the sooner she can comprehend it written and spoken, the better.

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The university seemed the most reasonable place to seek out information and knowledge, and to watch the dynamics between people, individually and in groups. City streets seemed too wide open, the city center too full of people trying to make sure they had on the proper image.

But here, things seemed more relaxed. And even if they weren't, he could count on sources of knowledge. Class offerings. Extracurricular organizations. And above all, the library.

He's given it a quick review, learning where things lie, the hours, the types of people there and the activity he can expect. He comes out with a book of folklore--sometimes the stories people made up ages ago to explain things are the best places to start.

He's coming down the front steps when he spies a familiar (only in that she's about the only person he really knows at all in this city) figure passing below. "Emily," he calls after her, stepping up his pace to catch her.

"Mr. Holmes," she says, with a small smile; friendly, but not performitavely so. She gets the sense he's a man she'd insult by trying to con, so instead she gives him the truth - or at least one version. She's pleased enough to see him, so she'll let that show.

"Doing a bit of homework, I see. Anything interesting?"

"Please--Sherlock is fine." He's never been one for standing on ceremony. And, truth be told, formality often creates distance that isn't useful for confidences.

He holds up the book he's carrying with a shrug. "Local folklore. I find sometimes there are clues in the things society comes up with to explain away what they can't understand."

"Not a bad idea, that; I was looking at religious theory a bit, earlier." Emily was a better field agent than a scholar, but she could muddle through - she was looking for practical applications, but that didn't mean ignoring details.

"Religious theory?" he echoes, thoughtful. "Ah, yes, the Twelve Point Divinity. Anything interesting?"

There's a vaguely awkward pause here; he's not the best at social interaction and trying to convey I'd like you to stay and continue this conversation and he decides erring on the side of "proper gentleman" can't hurt. So he offers her his arm, and asks, "Where were you headed?"

The gesture seems to amuse her, but she takes his arm. "Just out for a walk. I needed a break, so I thought I'd go stretch my legs, but I don't have anything urgent waiting for me."

In regard to his first question, she adds, "There's a lot, but I'm not sure there's much useful yet. Blaming, or crediting, the gods for getting people here is popular, though."

"Likewise." He stuffs the book into the pocket of his coat with his free hand--as best he can, it's a bit large to fit in fully, but he gets it secure, at least. "I hadn't any work today so I thought I might try to use my time productively."

He considers her observation. "Hm. It does seem so, yes. The pamphlet one receives when arriving almost seems to imply it, doesn't it? With all its talk of being chosen, and following your ambition to some nebulous reward."

"Yes, just so. And if my sources are reliable, it seems like divinity takes a much more direct hand here than I'm used to. Come walk with me?" It's a bit on impulse, but she could use someone to talk out some of her findings with, and she's decided to marginally trust him.

"Of course." He's happy to let her lead, he had no particular destination after leaving the library.

"It does rather seem the local pantheon are not some distant unreachable group," he observes. "The people are convinced the gods directly and immediately intercede, from what I've seen."

"Well, either they're all deluded, or some beings with enough power that I wouldn't want to tell them I doubted their divinity are taking an interest," she says, light. "Or, I guess, option C is that they're specifically trying to pull something over on the relative newcomers, though it's not clear why."

She always looks, first, for what people have to gain. Here, she's not sure.

He considers this. "C would be hard to pull off, I'd think. It would require far too many people in on this conspiracy." There's a flicker of a smile. "People are terrible at secrets. Especially in groups."

There's a thoughtful moment, and then: "...I have to confess, divine beings are a bit beyond my personal experience."

She smiles a bit grim. "I suppose mine too, but I find after a certain point, power is power. I can let theologians and philosophers iron out the wrinkles; what's important is what the powerful being is going to do with it." What direction is the rocket launcher pointed?

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