Shikanoin Heizou (
book2thehead) wrote in
shellphones2025-10-03 08:15 pm
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Superstitions Smoocherstitions!
Type: Video
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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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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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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. ]
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[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.
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It is appreciated. We shall not rest until we've tested as many as we can.
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[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.
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[ 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... ]
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[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.]no subject
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?
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
Thank you. We shall prove these superstitions false, so people can concentrate on what really matters.
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Fare you well.
[At that, he ends the transmission from his end.]