_{STARTER CALL. @hxrologium}

    Sherlock often graced the streets of London by foot, and not without purpose. Only a case worthy of his attention motivated him off the couch, and drew him to Scotland Yard. Long strides got him far until he happened upon a particular passerby to whom he glanced over. Something wasn’t right. The backwards visual cues, and questionable signs jumped out so obvious and clear but he couldn’t pin it. This woman wasn’t normal and Sherlock paused in his stride to figure out why—the encounter piqued his interest far enough to distract him from the summons to Scotland Yard. 

    The detective focused on the given data, piecing together an odd story based on what he can observe. Bright clothes, slightly tanned skin ( exposure to sun; American; West Coast ) and young complexion ( late 20s? ) and clipped nails ( basic hospital decorum ) but those signs barely scratched the surface. He couldn’t quite place his finger on the strange readings. 

   “You’re a long way from home.”