Sideways in time. Sherlock has always preferred a sense of absolute reckoning--one space-time universe, one timeline, the simplest explanation possible out of a universe of theories, Occam's principle--but the best theory he's had that incorporates all of that is still 'computer simulation.' Which is a bit of a cop-out, really, as theories go. And doesn't account for everything. But it makes a bit more sense than transdimensional alien abduction.
Again.
"Not particularly," he answers. "It's all very--"
How to term it? Alien, of course. Incomprehensible. It doesn't obey the laws of physics or physical construction as he understands them; it all operates along the biology of an unfamiliar ecosystem. The arrival plaza is, at least, approximating human standards--but from what he's briefly seen of the rest, this does not have the look of something constructed for humans. Or rather, it has the look of something constructed for humans by someone or something that does not particularly understand them.
"--odd," is what he selects. "I spent some time talking to the voice in the arrival chamber." (Voice is substituted for AI; from the man's dress and manner it seems unlikely AI is in his vocabulary.) "It's not particularly sapient. I don't suppose you had any more luck, Mr...?"
Sherlock's attention has swiveled back to the stranger, and he has catalogued what he knows about him, which is not very much: youngish, vaguely Mediterranean (which may be a meaningless concept in 'Ferelden,' anyway), well-groomed and vain, with none of the marks of labor or hard use--a nobleman, or scholar, or both. No grand leaps of deduction there. He speaks of time magic like anyone ought to know what it is. But that says more about Ferelden than about him.
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Again.
"Not particularly," he answers. "It's all very--"
How to term it? Alien, of course. Incomprehensible. It doesn't obey the laws of physics or physical construction as he understands them; it all operates along the biology of an unfamiliar ecosystem. The arrival plaza is, at least, approximating human standards--but from what he's briefly seen of the rest, this does not have the look of something constructed for humans. Or rather, it has the look of something constructed for humans by someone or something that does not particularly understand them.
"--odd," is what he selects. "I spent some time talking to the voice in the arrival chamber." (Voice is substituted for AI; from the man's dress and manner it seems unlikely AI is in his vocabulary.) "It's not particularly sapient. I don't suppose you had any more luck, Mr...?"
Sherlock's attention has swiveled back to the stranger, and he has catalogued what he knows about him, which is not very much: youngish, vaguely Mediterranean (which may be a meaningless concept in 'Ferelden,' anyway), well-groomed and vain, with none of the marks of labor or hard use--a nobleman, or scholar, or both. No grand leaps of deduction there. He speaks of time magic like anyone ought to know what it is. But that says more about Ferelden than about him.