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[The feed lurches disconcertingly. Sheets, ceiling, a rather plain wall, a stack of books, all follow each other in rapid and confusing succession until with an intake of breath, the flailing stops and the feed settles into a child's hand grasping the edge of that sheet; the shadow of a sitting up figure projected onto the wall beyond.]

... back here. A dream?

[Too vivid, too real for that. The shadow shifts, hand going to its head as a deep breath is taken. It's a hard transition to make, almost feeling like he's losing Tokyo and everything there all over ag--]

What the--

[The bracelet gets jolted wildly as Conan explores his hair. It gets in the way and is roughly discarded onto the bed, giving a much clearer view of a pale seven-year-old, methodically working his way through his fringe -- what's left of it. There's a patch been shaved off either temple, and something taped onto it with medical tape.]

Doesn't hurt -- a sensor? But that should mean --

[Not wasting any time, Conan slips out of the bed. He's been dressed in a man's shirt, as big on him as a hospital gown, a fact which gives him a moment's pause, but he's undeterred, rolling up the sleeves before turning to pick up his bracelet again -- and making another discovery. What he thought was a bed was a --]

Coffee table.

Looking for this?

[Conan turns to look at Sherlock, standing in the door way, smartphone in hand. Conan doesn't bother with a greeting, making his unsteady way over to snatch at the smartphone. Sherlock lets him, expression simply distant.]

Monitor higher brain functions ... ? Ha, there's an app for everything.

[Sherlock might be looking as unamused as ever, but a new face makes it's way around the door, with an expression that is clearly more welcoming.]

Conan! You're finally back with us?

John's glad. He was complaining that you were unsanitary.

[Conan's clearly not sure how to react.] Why the coffee table? Couldn't you have monitored me from my room -- o-oi-oi!

Don't get excited -- your bracelet. [Ignoring Conan's protests, Sherlock's casually taken hold of his arm and is reaching for the button that will end the feed.] You're broadcas--

[And cut.]

((ooc: Sherlock, John and Conan -- who is going to be doing most of the responses to this post! Finally back after his canon update sleep /o/ ))

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Heimdall this time. He's not as embarrassing as some of them, thank goodness, but he did announce a party to make up for the killer powers thing. A party. People lost it.

But yeah, the gate's staying open. I already know you'll be going on that expedition, so just be careful, okay?

[A party -- yeah, Conan's not impressed. More importantly though, is Nakama all right?]

Are you -- okay?

[... am I really that -- no, I guess I am that obvious.] I'll be careful!

[Now she's wondering if she's that obvious.]

I'm okay, Conan. I just... had a lot of friends disappear lately.

[Yes she is -- but friends disappearing is not good news.]

A lot of friends -- who?

Souji, Minato, Nanako, Rise, Tsuna, Laurent, Gau, Sollux... those are the ones I know about. I've been checking all the names I can think of every day, and when I couldn't contact you... but you stayed on the bracelet, so I just waited. [Her voice is starting to waver a little.] I just waited and hoped I'd hear from you again.

[The names are all familiar even if he hasn't met them in person -- people Conan meant to talk to or spend some time with. Minato was always a welcome presence -- but it's Laurent and Gau who are the greatest personal loss.]

Laurent-niichan, huh.

... ah. [That really wasn't good timing.] Sorry about that -- ne, had you heard about this happening before ... ?

Yeah. [Her voice wavering even more.] He made me a bunch of dresses and jewelry just before he left. He couldn't have known it was going to happen - it was just a gift. I never did anything big for him to deserve it.

[But she pulls herself together, trying to stay strong for his questions.] About which thing? The sleeping thing, or big groups of people all leaving at once?

I'm glad -- I'm sure that if Laurent-niichan could have chosen, he'd want Nakama-neechan to have something to remember him by!

The sleeping thing. I mean, it would be pretty bad if I wasn't responding and you didn't know why ...

[She's just silent for a moment. Something to remember him by... but now she has no one to talk to about her mom. It's a bitter trade. And all the others, she has nothing but memories for them. So many close, warm connections lost.]

Yeah, someone had mentioned it to me before. I didn't even think of it though, I just kept checking the bracelet and hoping, checked the hospital, that kind of thing. I'm really glad you're alright.

[Conan was afraid of that. Knowing that there's not much he could have done to help the situation doesn't make much of a difference. There's only one thing he can think of.]

Do you want to come over?

[She wants to say "oh, it's okay, I'm fine, I don't need to..." but it's Conan. She knows he won't take any lies from her, and if he's worried and wants to see her, she'll be coming over.]

Would your housemates mind...?

They won't mind! The only house-rule is 'don't touch Sherlock's experiments' and that's easy to avoid!

I won't touch anything. [Hilariously serious.] Where do you live?

Heimdall district -- you know that little antique bookstore on the corner with the coffee shop? Turn left there and stay on the side road for two blocks and you get to a small block of houses. We're the first house!

I didn't know you were in my district now! [If you hadn't been sleeping for a week, there would be a whiff of accusation in that. As it is, she just looks pleasantly surprised.] I'll be right there.

((ooc: action thread?))

Ha, surprise? I'll see you soon, Nakama-neechan!

[Since she might be meeting someone new (and this is kind of a housewarming, of sorts), she dresses up a little bit, wearing her hair down instead of in its usual ponytail, and picks up a bundle of faded pink chrysanthemums from a nearby flower stand as a gift. She knows John, so that isn't so bad, but she's never met a Sherlock before so she's a bit nervous about that. Still, it only takes her a moment and a deep breath before she knocks.]

[To make matters worse, the door isn't answered immediately. Nakama will have just enough time to wonder if she's come to the right please and second guess herself, before the door is flung open. Conan's appearance explains the delay -- he's clearly fresh out of the shower, dressed, but with a towel still draped around his shoulders.]

Nakama-neechan!

Hi, Conan. [Her instant smile falters when she notices the state he's in.] Oh, I'm sorry, should I have given you more time...?

It's fine! Come on in!

[Conan's clearly unbothered by his appearance, stepping back to wave Nakama-neechan into the living room. She'll recognise the coffee table from the feed, although the sheet has been folded up. The room is clean, almost sterile, but cluttered -- any flat surface is piled with books. Conan navigates a path through them with confidence.] This is the living room. We could stay here or go to my room.

The living room is fine. [She awkwardly holds out her bundle of flowers, wondering now if it was totally appropriate.] I thought... a sort of housewarming present. But I don't know if you'll have room for them...

Nakama-neechan really does think of everything! Thank you -- we needed some colour in here.

[Conan takes the flowers, waving Nakama towards the sofa.] Make yourself comfortable -- I'll be right back.

Oh, I'm glad. [She breathes a sigh of relief as she sits down on the couch, feet crossed demurely at the ankle, and waits for him to return. Her head pivots around like a bird's, though, waiting for someone else to pop out at any time. She's gotten so used to common rooms and bedrooms, it's odd to be in a proper living room.]

[Conan's rather relieved that Nakama decided to stay in the living room -- he's not sure that he wanted to explain the experiment in the freezer just yet. There's no vase, but he finds an empty jar of the right size for the flowers, putting it on a tray with two glasses of orange juice and carefully carrying all of them back to the coffee table.]

Ne -- are you hungry?

No, not at all, tha - oh, thank you. [She notices the glass of orange juice for her and smiles. She'd been about to offer to make tea or something, but this isn't her home. She'll have to deal with being served for now.]

So, while you were asleep... you saw things, right? Or you lived things?

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