(the cab is a shiny, perfectly black carriage with beautiful black stallions pulling it and a cabbie clad in a leather trench coat; a widebrimmed stovepipe hat hides his eyes)

(the door- adorned with the royal family's coat of arms- opens slowly, and a white-furred paw clad in expensive leather shoes steps out of the carriage; a tall, lean, Inverness-clad mouse with piercing grey eyes, a deerstalker cap, and both paws in deep, bulging pockets steps out slowly; his sharp eyes dart around, and his hand emerges from his pocket to pay the cabbie, who silently rides off)

(looks down at his immacutely pressed suit; not a spot of dust. Perfect. smiles rather impersonally)

Well, now. So this is what deja vu is like.

(steps forward into the room cautiously)

I heard Ratigan was talking about Basil that it just kills him to look foolish that if he won't work on a case he feels completely useless just like the way he did at the mousetrap.

(smiles humbly) Oh, I'm sure you're exaggerating..

(smirks) Basil would never admit that.

(pulls out oily, clay pipe and Persian slipper; begins to dig tobacco out of the shoe and paces familiarly in a small circle)

My name is Anatasia Basil. I'm the future daughter of Sherringford Basil Of Baker Street and Princess Felicia (the queen's daughter). I'm from the future. I've been invented and using my time machine to travel back in time because I'm a scientist.

OOC: You can roleplay Ratigan, Fidget, Basil, Dawson, Mrs. Judson, and the thugs if you like.

(looks into your eyes) Yes, I can rather see the resemblance...(memories flood back, eyes glaze for a moment; he blinks and his eyes reassume a sharp, alert look)

Hmm.. (strikes up match and drops it in pipe) Time travel... (puffs slowly) I do recall that a...what was his name... (eyes narrow) Exposition, I believe...had submitted a few suggestions regarding missions which would send agents into the near future...(puffs) I fear I didn't pay it enough attention to see if they had tested Mr. Exposition's theories, or if he had devised a method of travelling in the opposite direction, so to speak. (puffs) Evidently, it worked.

Hmm. (puffs) If you don't mind my incessant curiousity, Ma'am, what is the future like?

Well. It was 21 years ago in the 19th Century but that's a long story. Ratigan, Fidget and the thugs who were planning to kill Basil to look foolish so that he'll be placed in the cryogenic tank in his laboratory at the Baker Street.

It appears my colleague, Basil, deserves more credit than I gave him; I wasn't aware his scientific capabilites were quite so advanced. (puff)

Is there anything else I should be aware of?

Let's go save Basil on time!

OOC: Now roleplay Ratigan, Fidget, and the thugs were planning to kill Basil to look foolish so that he'll be placed in the cryogenic tank in his laboratory at the Baker Street. Okay?