forum Out in Space (classic lit and sci fi!) (CLOSED, stalkers welcome)
Started by @ElderGod-Icefire
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(Ooh neat, I'll see if I can get something up later. By the way, a quick question, how will we resume this?)

@croccin-champagne

((have them…quit because they decided they didn't like the environment created by the dangers of missions, or maybe victor got some sort of science grant or something.))

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(Well, uh… I can see a few ways of doing that. One, Victor just straight up quits. He could just refuse to continue the project, for reasons of health or otherwise. Eden seems fairly loyal, I bet they would follow along with whatever Victor did even if it wasn't in their best interest to do so. Two… actually that was my only idea sorry.)

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(Oh wait, sickle cell anemia does heighten your risk for leukemia, maybe Victor's health could fail and Eden would force the two of them to drop out?)

@ElderGod-Icefire

(cool cool, I'll do it)

Victor broke off the conversation with a muttered curse. "Eden, we're leaving." He said, already heading towards his room.

Eden looked disconcerted, and then upset. "Victor? Why?" They asked, already following after the shorter man. "Why must we leave?"

"Because I'm sick and I can't handle the physical requirements of this thing." Victor grumbled, already putting away his things. "I can't stay here. The doctor sent a message."

Eden closed their eyes for a moment. "Victor…"

"Are you coming?" Victor demanded. "Or are you going to stay with these people?"

"I'm coming." Eden said quietly, going to their room and packing their meager belongings.

Soon enough, Victor and Eden returned downstairs. "We are leaving." Victor announced. "I'm very sorry, but we must. Good luck with this Clay Man thing." And then they were gone, out the door and down the street.

(Hjshfhd this is a really shitty thing I'm sorry. They aren't my characters and I'm not good at writing other people's characters)

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Soon enough, there was a knock at the door. The stranger made no move to wait, instead walking in, loudly proclaiming, "Her Majesty hath arriveth, and all that good shit. It is I, your queen, awoken from my slumber and ready to greet the masses." the voice said, loud and carrying a slightly rough cadence to it. A brilliantly decorated individual walked through the door carrying several bags and dumping them onto the sofa. "My name is Hurricane, I'd say it's lovely to meet you all but it really isn't, you're far below my station. Oh, just kidding loves, I like you already." they laughed and sat down on their pile of things.

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Victor Frankenstein stood on the doorstep. He brought his fist up to the door, then drew it back.
You can do this, Victor. It's just a simple knock on the door, he thought to himself, then took a deep breath before bringing his hand forward to meet the door. The door flew open before he could knock–catching Victor in the nose–and a man stormed out, followed by some sort of…
No.
It couldn't be.
Some sort of reanimated creature. Victor brought one hand up to staunch the blood from his nose and cocked his head, taking in the pair.
"Pardon me," he said thickly, "Is this where everyone was supposed to meet for this Moriarty debacle? If not, I'm dreadfully sorry. If so, then I'm sorry for the blood, but otherwise a bit excited, and…I ought to stop talking."

@ElderGod-Icefire

Victor paused for only a moment. "It is, but Eden and I are leaving because of my health." And then he was gone, down the street with Eden in tow.

Sherlock stared at the person who had come waltzing in, one eyebrow slowly rising higher and higher as they watched that person. "And…why are you here?"