stepsideways | 6.2.001

[ Just one last man to talk to, this way, that way, down this alley and out into a wide street – he loved the passages one could find if they wished in New York City. They were, in a more gridlike manner, quite similar to home. While he could hardly be labelled in any form to be 'nostalgic', he did still enjoy the familiar on occasion. The taste of the air, the sound of the sights, the feel of the colours; it all came together sometimes.

What was a little odd – and he immediately noticed this – was that the wide street he stepped out into was neither A. the one he'd expected it to be; nor B. all that wide a street. A was easily enough taken care of – he knew where he was as a point of geographical certainty, so something entirely different had taken place. B found itself to be vaguely more complicated, as it meant that he had, in fact, stepped out right in front of a number of wheeled people. Sudden encounter quite taken care of, Sherlock straightened, cocking his jaw out to one side a bit as he glanced around his impossibly new surroundings. Whatever remains. Indeed. ]

Meanwhile, elsewhere . . .

[ She'd gone to get tea for them, which was normal.Normal orders for both of them. On her way back to meet Sherlock (what precisely he was doing he'd been vague on, but there was a meeting place at least), she'd taken a shortcut through an alley.

And, in the twist to events that promptly turned this entire thing very very not normal, she'd looked down to avoid tripping at the end of the alley and looked up to find herself walking out into what looked like a town that was definitely not New York. Not by any stretch of the imagination.

Her first step had been to look behind her just in case she could backtrack into the alley she'd definitely been in a moment ago, but it wasn't there anymore. Then she'd pulled out her cell phone, but there wasn't any reception. So now here she is, wandering the streets of Burby with two teas in her hand and trying to make some sense of this whole thing. ]

[ ooc: okay, so, you can run into either of them separately, or, eventually, the pair of them, as they're going to find each other at some point relatively quickly. whatever works. ]

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[His tea senses are tingling! Iroh stops on the other side of the street and sniffs the air. Follows the smell to a lovely young woman he doesn't recognize.]

Excuse me, but what kind of tea is that?

A mint blend. [ She answers almost automatically, looking over at him. By now she's at least gotten some sort of explanation, but she's still in disbelief. ] Is tea a thing here?

It smells delicious. [Her question takes him by surprise.] Isn't it everywhere?

[A place that doesn't appreciate tea is no place at all!]

[ She nods to the first bit, and then smiles a little at the second. ] Yes, but you're the third person since I arrived to start the conversation by inquiring after the fact that I have tea. [ A slight hesitation on arrived. ]