Superstitions Smoocherstitions!

[book2thehead]

Type: Video
Sender ID: book2thehead (Shikanoin Heizou)
To: General Public
Subject: Drunk Detectives Dunk On Dumb Delusions
Warnings: beware of alcohol, kids

[It's that once in a blue moon time where Heizou makes a public appearance on the network. And it becomes quite clear why once the feed comes on: his face is quite pink and he has a big cheeky grin on his face and a bottle of wine in the hand that isn't holding the camera. So... Yeah, he appears to be drunk.

He also appears to be outside somewhere, despite how late it is. And he is also not alone! Beside him there appears to be one (1) Sherlock Holmes, currently laying down on his seat with his feet up in the air and his head dangling over the edge. He is also attempting to play his violin from this position, for.... some reason. Science? Science.

Either way, the video feed turns on to the sound of Heizou giggling and Sherlock's violin playing. And Heizou trying to figure out what position he needs to be sitting in to send out his Very Important Message. He finds it eventually, with the shellphone angled so that both he and Sherlock are in frame - or at least Sherlock's feet are - and he addresses his invisible audience with an even bigger grin.]

Ah-- Here! Helloooo one and all~! Your friendly local detective agency has decided to take on the mysteeeerious case of.... Sailor superstitions~! That is right my dear rift-jumping fellows, we've even decided to do this one pro bono! That means freeeee~

[There's a moment of fumbling the camera, and once it settles Heizou is holding the camera out at arm's length to reveal where he and Sherlock are: what appears to be a fake boat, crudely built and sitting on land (so to speak) like a playground for children. Did they find this? Did they drunkenly grab chairs and tables and bits of wood to build it themselves? Who knows. But it sure is... vaguely boat-shaped.]

Now as you can see here, the great Mr. Sherlock Holmes and yours truly are currently on board a boat! And as you can also see- [He tilts his head down slightly so that the camera gets a better angle on all his burgundy-colored hair.] -my hair is quite red! But have we run into any bad luck on our voyage? Nooope~! Aaaand POOF! Myth busted!

[At this point Sherlock chimes in drunkenly from off-screen:]

Heizou, did we test all the ways to swirl the alcohol? Did we forget one? [Since obviously up and down is an option-] The taste didn't change at all!

[Someone should... probably stop them. Or maybe join them! Decisions, decisions...]

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[Video] un: beshackled

[beshackled]

Although that offers some small insight as to why I've been getting shooed away from the docks these past few days...

[He's fairly certain conducting the experiment on a fake boat not even at sea will be judged as not meeting the requirements of a true test... though given their inebriated state he isn't about to encourage boarding an actual boat. They could get sick, or teeter overboard. And as much as his first encounter went sour with one of them, he does not wish the man harm.]

Are you alright?

[Video]

[book2thehead]

[Heizou seems to perk excitedly.]

Oho! A fellow redhead!

[And then he's leaning in close, face filling up the whole screen.]

Isn't it ridiculous? What could our hair color possibly have anything to do with the success of a voyage at sea?! This is unjust discrimination. We should fight back!

[Was there a question? Heizou seems to have missed it.]

[beshackled]

['He certainly is energetic, this one.']

Alas, I fear I have no vessel of my own or crew to which I associate with here that I might convince to explicitly welcome redheads, unfair and unjust discrimination though it is.

[He shakes his head, demeanor turning a little sullen.]

How does one even come to embrace such a ridiculous superstition?

[book2thehead]

[In his current state, Heizou doesn't register the way the other's mood turns more somber. He simply grins and leans back to swish his drink.]

Clearly someone simply blamed a redhead for their misfortune and it somehow stuck! But it's ridiculous, don't you think? That's exactly why we're on a mission to point out just how silly they all are!

[beshackled]

There are more of such beliefs?

[His tone incredulous, nigh bordering on dismay.]

I am starting to wonder hlw exactly thos society functions, if they find so many small things to be hostile towards each other for...

[book2thehead]

Oh, humans are an odd sort, for sure! Whether in this world or another, we always seem to enjoy finding things to squabble over, or to believe in for peace of mind... I'd say the majority of it makes no sense at all!

[He sounds awfully cheery as he says this, though. Swirling a finger around in the air like he's drawing something, making glowy, teal particles swirl in its path.]

But they're resilient! It's as impressive as it is strange~

[beshackled]

What peace of mind could singling out such a simple phisiological characteristic for spurning grant...?

[He shakes his head.]

You are right. It makes no sense.

[book2thehead]

A simple mind can be convinced of anything, no matter how nonsensical it may be~

[Is he calling sailors simple-minded? Maybe. Don't tell anyone!]

So, my fellow redhead! I don't believe I've heard your name yet~

[beshackled]

I am Erichthonios, and I fear I did not hear your name, either.

What should I call you?

[book2thehead]

I'm Shikanoin Heizou. A pleasure to meet you, Er- Erich...

[Oh, he's too drunk for this. He seems to be visibly struggling with echoing back his name.]

Erichtonio?

[beshackled]

Close. Though mayhap once the alcohol has run its course, it shall be easier to say.

'Tis good to meet you...

[He pauses, speaking slowly as he tries to enunciate his fellow redhead's name correctly. There is a noticeable accent as he does so.]

Shi-ka-no-in He-i-zou.

[book2thehead]

[He giggles drunkenly at himself, settling back with a grin.]

Also close! Everyone's from so many different places, it always seems to take a moment to learn each other's names, doesn't it~?

[beshackled]

Aye. Especially so if the enunciations are unfamiliar to our tongues...

[It takes a moment to figure out how to form a syllable one is unaccustomed to speaking.]

voice | un: astudyinviolet

[astudyinviolet]

I will be fine. We are here to prove the superstition wrong and that there is not some redheaded league of bad luck causers.

[ Heizou is his best friend in this world, and he is not bad luck. Sherlock has been lucky to know him! ]

[beshackled]

[More than a single iteration of the experiment using a single subject is needed for irrefutable proof from a scientific perspective -- but no, he is not -- he cannot encourage them to further pursue the matter whilst they are intoxicated.]

...I see. My thanks for your efforts.

Do take care not to fall overboard. I have noticed that some people tend to lose their sense of equilibrium when consuming substantial quantities of alcohol.

[astudyinviolet]

[ Never make exceptions. An exception disproves the rule. If one redhead does not cause bad luck, then it is not the factor of someone being a redhead that causes the bad luck. ]

The ground is not so very far away, and I've something to cushion any fall I might have.

[ Sherlock has fallen from greater heights without the enchantment he has in this world. This is nowhere near that. ]

[beshackled]

...Ah. Very good then. I'm glad.

[This has thus far gone better than he dreaded it might. Mayhap the man is too inebriated to fully recognize him?

Best not to push his luck on that.]

Pray enjoy your evening. And good luck with your research.

[astudyinviolet]

[ He recognizes him enough, but he's too focused on his own "studies" to start a fight. (Sherlock may have it in his head that he's correcting a misconception.) ]

It is appreciated. We shall not rest until we've tested as many as we can.

[beshackled]

...I see.

[He's very tentative in his mannerisms, not quite looking into the video; wary and unsure. The man reminds him enough of his father that he simply doesn't know how to handle conversation with him without it erupting into something unpleasant.]

Rest well, then, when you do.

[astudyinviolet]

I do not know when that will be. There are more on the list to test.

[ Chances are if he does nod off, he'll wake up in a terror not long after since he'll need the enchantments to protect against his nightmares... ]

[beshackled]

...How many?

[How sleep-deprived is this man going to br, he wonders? Most people here seem to have a somewhat regular sleep schedule barring himself, of course, bereft of a proper day/night cycle for much of his life as he was.]

[astudyinviolet]

[ Spoilers: Sherlock is always some level of sleep-deprived. It's called The Horrors and The Trauma. ]

Let me count... there are [ insert number that suggest a good amount left and leaves room for RP shenanigans ] left.

Horrors and Trauma club. When and where?

[beshackled]

[Oh. Oh, he is going to be very, very sleep-deprived, isn't he...

Unless he's like Arkady? But his presence did not feel alike to hers...]

A-ah... That is... quite the list to tend to. Well, pray do not let me delay you any longer, ere you end up testing theories until dawn's light.

Everywhere and always

[astudyinviolet]

[ Luckily enough, when Sherlock does fall asleep, he does so against Heizou and manages to keep the nightmares away. If only sleeping cuddled against someone was a regular option for him. Alas, enchanted sleep aids are his usual solution. ]

Thank you. We shall prove these superstitions false, so people can concentrate on what really matters.

[beshackled]

[He nods, respecting the level of determination conveyed.]

Fare you well.

[At that, he ends the transmission from his end.]