Day 1 Night

[12npcs]

[ Over the murmur of conversations, explorations and violent attempts at escape, there comes a sound tick tick tick tick tick.............. CLICK.... The sky above snaps across the dome from blue to black... and everything goes dark.

A glow comes from the front door of each of the inns and one by one, you can see street lanterns begin to light up steadily past each of the gates.

The only flickering, organic light comes from above in the tower, spluttering high, high above everyone, through the slats of the closed shutters. After a moment, it's gone. ]

Comments

[beeductionist]

Your colouration and build, primarily.

[tearsinnajar]

[She crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow at him.]

Okay, you'd be right if you pegged me for the outdoorsy type.

[beeductionist]

Did you climb a lot of buildings in Saudi Arabia then?

[tearsinnajar]

[Had he not missed the mark on where she'd been yesterday, she would take him for one of Marlowe's men. Still, she's cautious.]

... Why, do you recognize me from TV?

[beeductionist]

Your hair is sunbleached, but dry. Likely an arid climate with a lot of sun. But your tanline doesn't match one that would have been gained during recreational activities, meaning that this was acquired during a trip that left you with very little time or inclination for getting a smooth color. Speaking of which, not a lot of places in the United States that would cause that precise shade - that and the nonrecreational purpose of your visit indicates the Middle East. Dangerous place for a trip, especially as a woman. I take it you're some kind of investigative reporter by trade?

[tearsinnajar]

[The explanation is enough to allay her suspicions. This guy is just really good at observation.]

Oh my gosh, that's incredible. You're almost right on the money—I was in Yemen.

[beeductionist]

[ huh, that's not usually the reaction he gets to him deducing stuff ]

Yemen. Well, even a consulting detective can't be perfect. I can assure you that I have nothing to do with whomever has been dogging your steps.

[tearsinnajar]

Incredible and a little creepy.

[beeductionist]

I do seem to provoke that reaction.

[ offers his hand ]

Sherlock Holmes. Consulting detective, as previously stated, with the NYPD.

[tearsinnajar]

[... Ninja turtles and Sherlock Holmes? Takes his hand and gives it a firm, professional handshake.]

Elena Fisher, foreign correspondent—as previously deduced. ... So, NYPD? Not Scotland Yard?

[beeductionist]

[ a similar one in return ]

Previously, yes. Did you determine that based on my accent or familiarity with my fictional counterpart?

[tearsinnajar]

Fictional counterpart. I've been too many places in the world to assume an accent necessarily goes with place of residence.

[beeductionist]

[ an approving nod at that ]

An excellent observation. I assure you that I'm from the modern era, however, and that I neither smoke nor commonly wear any sort of hat. And you may have met my associate Ms. Watson already.

[ gestures to Lucy Liu over there ]