[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#80dfff]Sherlock Holmes[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/e216bb191c8264f3269e3aaea1ad85de/tumblr_inline_nstyylkrCE1tp4f1t_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Madam Fae's Bar & Diner[/center][hr][hr][color=80dfff]"Shielding them from information is illogical,"[/color] Sherlock replied, taking a sip from the sugared liquid without even laying eyes on the Fairy Godmother. [color=80dfff]"It certainly won't save them from the same death as the others, I'm afraid. You know quite well Lancelot would call me if there was something different this time, Madam Fae."[/color]

Sherlock hardly batted an eye as Beauty and her Beast entered the dinner. Any fool could have figured out what was going on between the two, and she certainly didn't feel any sort of civic duty towards making this truth more abundantly obvious to the rest in Mystvale. If they chose to ignore what was in front of them, so be it. She couldn't baby them forever, they were going to have to learn what precious little brain cells they still had. On more than one occasion, Sherlock had examined the possibility that the Cataclysm caused severe brain trauma to most in Mystvale, causing in a large drop of the collective I.Q. She hadn't found any conclusive results yet.

[color=80dfff]"I see no reason to [i]help[/i] anyone,"[/color] Sherlock observed coolly, in response to Philip. [color=80dfff]"Let natural selection take its course, the human race could benefit from the imbeciles being removed from the gene pool."[/color] Sherlock smirked softly, taking in the creature of habit before her. Philip ordered the same thing on each visit to the diner, enough that if Sherlock so desired, she could've poisoned the man. Not that she would, mind you. 

Seeing more people pile inside of the diner, Sherlock grimaced slightly. She pulled on the cash to pay for the coffee, setting it down on the diner. The moment she finished off her drink, she'd be out the door. She had plans to head into Tacoma, prior to the required meeting. In approximately forty eight hours, a prominent politician would be calling her in destress, Sherlock had concluded. It was time to breathe in the fumes and crime of that desolate place, to get its horrors and tragedies in her lungs.

[color=80dfff]"Watson, hurry along. You'll gain half a pound from this morning's breakfast, by my calculations,"[/color] Sherlock snapped, taking another sip of her coffee. [hr][hr][center][h1][color=#0099cc]Harlianne Hook[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/c1c38e007f3c462e8355c1423a9b78d4/tumblr_inline_ndn8a2pUIM1qm0wjz.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]The Hatter's Bookshop[/center][hr][hr]Harlianne knew that the Hatter, and most of Mystvale, treated her as another deranged resident of the Never. Her story had originated there, she had been the bitter foe of Peter Pan. Or at least, that was what she told her. The Seven Seas was her home, the chaotic roar of the water in the midst of a storm her natural element. Dry land felt foreign to her, even years after leaving the sea behind. [color=0099cc]"Aye, I'll take care of meself,"[/color] Harlianne agreed, mostly for the Hatter's benefit. As impaired as she was, she knew it had to bother the Hatter, Dorothy's disappearance. 

[color=0099cc]"Hatter, do ye think the lass used her slippers?"[/color] Harlianne inquired. She had stolen a bootlegged copy of [i]the Wizard of Oz[/i] a while back, watching the far too happy child run around with the little dog on her similarly stolen television set. She remembered that the heels, when clapped together, could transport the wearer anywhere. A mischievous look came over her, one the Hatter would perhaps know well. 

[color=0099cc]"I've got meself a job to do,"[/color] Harlianne informed the Hatter. [color=0099cc]"I'll be paying me respects to Miss Dorothy."[/color]

Of course, she was aware of what Merlin had said. Magic didn't exist in Mystvale. Frankly, Harlianne found that to be codswallop. The disappearances weren't normal by any means, and if she held the old wizard up, she figured he had enough juice in him left to make the shoes work. The thing was, Harlianne [i]hated[/i] that she had been rescued. Without the open waters of the sea and the adventure her home realm provided, life was bland. Here was her way out. Here was a possible path to freedom.

She'd just need to [i]borrow without returning[/i] some slippers.
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#9999ff]Aravis Tarkheena[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/bcedd21485ae81e15ff98a48ce5c7312/tumblr_mjx22i9kwd1rgs9f3o2_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Lucy's Apartment[/center][hr][hr]Aravis smiled quietly, hearing Hansel's explanation. She knew that he was a man, a tested warrior, but she couldn't help but see him as a boy. The situation they were in, of course, was terrible beyond all compare. At least Hansel had been able to find some normalcy, despite how briefly it lasted. Those positive thoughts vanished when Lucy revealed the shoes, filled with a tar like substance. [i]Something[/i] had produced it, and Aravis held her fingers out, prepared to touch it. She withdrew her hand, reconsidering the action. 

[color=9999ff]"Hansel, you dedicated your life to hunting the supernatural,"[/color] Aravis began, formulating a plan. [color=9999ff]"Have you ever seen something quite like this before?"[/color]

Of course, she could think of two other individuals to consult in the town. Well, three, if she was being truthful. The Fairy Godmother would likely know [i]something[/i] about the magic involved, and then there was Tinker Bell and Peter Pan. The pair of them had tormented that dreadful pirate for years, but perhaps their childish antics would've lead them to encounter Dorothy's likely killer. [color=9999ff]"And I do insist you move in with me,"[/color] Aravis added, a slight blush covering her cheeks. [color=9999ff]"We'll have a proper Narnian meal."[/color]

She turned, prepared to draw her sword once Alice began to pound on the door. She approached it slowly, before opening it upon hearing the child's panicked cries. [color=9999ff]"Alice? Come inside,"[/color] Aravis instructed, glancing towards the mess of an apartment nearby, filled with the remnants of Dorothy's life. Alice didn't need to be exposed to that. Her sanity was fragile as it was.