[Sherlock nods before the feed cuts out, at least he was paying attention at that moment. He wouldn't go anywhere. He looked around to see if there was anything else he could play with. An ATM machine, perhaps? He paused--maybe not so good. It wouldn't do to get arrested before John had come here. Though he was sure, in time, he could learn to be able to access it without activating any alarms.
He made the microwave turn on and off again by just thinking it. On, off. On off. Heh. Neat. He ignored the fact it was smoking.
Satisfied with that, he held his communicator in his hand, and willed it to turn on and off. It obeyed. A grin broke out on his face. How delightful.
The other people in the store seemed to be reluctant to go near him at the moment, something he only vaguely registered. The fact that the microwave was still turning on and off like it was possessed was probably keeping them at bay.
Though, Sherlock took a moment to realize the absurdity of the situation. This was actually happening. A part of him was still going along with this like it was a dream. It wasn't though, was it? He'd had trouble telling reality apart from a dream before, but dreams would fray in the end. Reality would break down. This one had not shown any signs of that. Well, the fact that John could get from Virginia to Florida so quickly was suspect, but not scientifically impossible, if this place had advanced technology in that regard. And if this was truly and honestly real...his stomach clenched and the microwave suddenly emitted a high-pitched whine and sparked wildly, the bulb bursting with a snap, and his communicator started going haywire.]
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He made the microwave turn on and off again by just thinking it. On, off. On off. Heh. Neat. He ignored the fact it was smoking.
Satisfied with that, he held his communicator in his hand, and willed it to turn on and off. It obeyed. A grin broke out on his face. How delightful.
The other people in the store seemed to be reluctant to go near him at the moment, something he only vaguely registered. The fact that the microwave was still turning on and off like it was possessed was probably keeping them at bay.
Though, Sherlock took a moment to realize the absurdity of the situation. This was actually happening. A part of him was still going along with this like it was a dream. It wasn't though, was it? He'd had trouble telling reality apart from a dream before, but dreams would fray in the end. Reality would break down. This one had not shown any signs of that. Well, the fact that John could get from Virginia to Florida so quickly was suspect, but not scientifically impossible, if this place had advanced technology in that regard. And if this was truly and honestly real...his stomach clenched and the microwave suddenly emitted a high-pitched whine and sparked wildly, the bulb bursting with a snap, and his communicator started going haywire.]