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Started August 31, 2021 by Deleted user

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The town was set up on just the cusp of the Everglades, where deep marshes and tall trees that blocked out all light would keep your vision and senses overwhelmed with nothing. If you stepped in the wrong place, you'd trip, get tangled in vines, and likely drown. Many children died this way, and even some adults. But this was a strange town too, one that you didn't visit just to see family. Mostly because nobody had family outside this little village, many people lived and died here. It was the perfect places for secrets to hide, and people to as well. It was a place with a bad history, and furthering that… a very bad reputation.

A young woman stared at the portrait on the wall, a beautiful man with half-parted lips, shaggy gold hair that fell in his bright sky blue eyes, and a strange expression on his face, one that captivated as much as it engaged oneself in deep thought. The woman was hardly thinking, however. She picked up the knife, tossing it between hands and staring intently. "Soon enough, beloved. We'll find a way, you and I." she smiled. She could swear the picture was even winking at her, with a spark in it's eye that gave it a dreamlike quality. "Soon, yes, soon. We will both break free from this prison."

Meanwhile, the cab driver was taking John Watson and Sherlock Holmes to their destination. "It's a town called Godforsaken, small place, tight knit. Strange people, but nice enough. I just hate to see what's happening to it." he frowned. "Why are you traveling there, anyways?"

here's my first post, feel free to jump off of it as you like.

Is cool my dudes, we can start tomorrow!

(alright! Gonna do one then)

Sherlock was seated quietly in the back of the cab, wearing dark slacks and a white button up, and a pair of red suspenders. Their hair was combed back from their face, and at the man's question, they turned their attention from the window to the driver. "We had heard of a mystery going on around here. Disappearances, deaths, the like. I am a detective, and I wanted to see if I could be of any help." He replied, voice carrying the faint trace of an accent that seemed British, but could easily have been upperclass East Coast. Either way, it was definitely out of place for this area, and gave them a strange, foreign air that they often found was a hindrance. People didn't like spilling their stories to someone who talked like they were from "over there", and Sherlock had learned how to hide his accent if and when they needed to, in order for people to trust him more.

"Well, we're here. Detective you say? Good luck. Not from here, but from what I do know the people are superstitious as all hell. If I'm not mixing metaphors, that is." the cab driver said, stopping the car at the edge of some docks. "Don't sit here all day now. But, if you have any questions, I'd be happy to oblige… for a small fee. Not money. But… well, my daughter married a chap from here. Donna West, her name is. Troubled girl who only wanted to get away from me and her Mama. I want you to at least try to talk to her." the cab driver wrinkled his unibrow in shame.

(makes sense! Also I filled out Sherlock's history)

Sherlock nodded a little, paying the driver for the ride. "I see. I shall do my best to speak with her. I do have some questions I should like to ask you." They considered for a moment. "What, precisely, have you heard about Godforsaken? Are there any rumors of why people disappear like they do?" They did not want to overwhelm the driver with too many questions, and so simply stuck to the two for now, straightening their sleeve cuffs and their collar, and adjusting their suspenders.

(Aww! Poor baby!)

"Alligators, drowning, sometimes falling out of a tree usually. But nothing like this. Some people say it's a cult, or a serial killer, but some people have claimed to see their loved ones shulking through the trees, mad out of their minds. I think it's a government experiment, people being drugged and set loose." the cab driver said.

(yeah, poor guy)

They nodded, eyes flicking as they took in the information. "Right. Is there a specific time this happens? Is there a certain demographic that is being targeted, or is it just everyone?" They queried, knowing this was valuable information to have for investigating all of this.

"Seems to be anywhere, anytime, everyone. But mostly when nobody else is around." he shrugged. "Anything else you need?" he asked, tapping his thick fingers on the steering wheel, seemingly anxious.

They nodded, considering this new information as well. "Mm. I believe that's all the questions I have for now. Thank you, and I shall do my best to speak with your daughter." They stood, getting out of the cab and waiting as Watson followed. "Again, my thanks." They headed down the sidewalk, carrying their bag, which held their clothes and some other things that they had brought along.

Watson startled awake as Sherlock left the cab, having been dozing off against the window. "Jesus, Sherlock! Wait a damn minute for me, I will play the disabled card!" He called after them, accent easily giving away his earlier life in the north. "God above, Sherlock!!! Wait up!!" John managed to tumble out of the car and catch himself with his simple cane as he started to hobble after Sherlock.

A woman met them on the edge of the dock, seeming to have been expecting company but not expecting company so… strange. Queer would have been the right term for her era and this, but with a double-meaning. She was so old, with long white hair that went below her waist, brushed through so it was soft and shiny. Her fingers were thin and shaking, and her eyes had clouded over long ago. “Welcome to Godforsaken, also known as Obed’s resting place. We weren’t expecting visitors, but you are very welcome to stay here as long as you like.” she said, as if she had traveled here once and hadn’t left in a long, long time.

Sherlock paused to let John catch up, though their attention was quickly captured by this strange woman. "Who, precisely, is Obed?" He questioned. They knew that Obed was a character from the Bible, but weren't sure if that was the Obed being referenced or not. It didn't quite make sense, if it was, since Obed had lived and died in Israel or Judah. He could never remember quite which one.

“Nobody that’s still alive. Fishy sort of man, there are hundreds of tales about him but none of them are true. I’m the only one who truly knew him. He said once that Godforsaken could make immortals age…” the woman said. “My name is Tiffany. Come this way, you’re probably starving.”

(shit sorry!)

Sherlock frowned. That didn't really answer their question, but pressing for more right now probably want in their best interests. "If you're sure about that." They said, carrying their bag and following after the odd woman, observing everything and everyone that they passed.