Introductory Temporal Transportology

[bedheaded]

[A man is stuck in the streets of London. He has an amazing I-don't-care-about-my-hair-because-that's-how-cool-I-am hairstyle, $300 dollar Italian jeans, and I dare you to ask the thread count on that shirt, the first few buttons of which have been carelessly left unbuttoned. That's right. The hipsters have arrived. Also, he is holding a blackberry.]

[Clothing aside, he is not acting all that hip. He speaks with very broad hand gestures and a moderately manic expression.]

What the hell is this? When did we go Sherlock Holmes? Abed, are you doing a 'themed episode' [he doesn't need physical air quotes: he can do it with his voice] again? Because if you are, I need to know how the hell you pulled this off so it never happens again! [He stares at his Blackberry in incredulity, and here comes the last straw.] And why isn't my phone getting any signal?

[A choked scream of frustration, and he kicks a nearby crate.] This doesn't make any sense!

[Someone stop him before he finds an axe.]

Comments

[bedheaded]

If you tell me where 'here' is supposed to be, I can answer that question for you.

[digitalemperor]

London. Um. I know it seems strange, but the better question is probably "when" this is supposed to be...

[bedheaded]

I worked out when it's supposed to be. It's supposed to be Sherlock Holmes time, and Queen Victoria time, and the team with the tea and the top hats and the carriages and the "please, sir, I want some more!" and all that other crap that can't possibly be happening!

[digitalemperor]

Haha... Um. Well then you actually... Have it right.

[bedheaded]

And it still doesn't make sense!

[Again with the wanting to throw things. Again with only having his blackberry.]

Why is this happening to me?