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asgardeventide2012-04-20 06:15 am
holmes_fanatic) wrote in asgardeventide2012-04-20 06:15 am
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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/ ))
... 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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You don't know how you did that, do you...?
[She pauses.]
I guess you've missed a few things... Like a lot of people being taken away.
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People being taken away?
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Yeah... Minato-kun's gone. So both of them now.
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Both of them, huh ... I'm sorry, Yukari-neechan.
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So they kept you here while you were at home.... But, then that means if they send them back, they don't want them to gain memories or anything... So it's not like they're just putting them on hold.
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That is true ... why the difference?
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[She pauses.]
I have no idea anymore. There's no reason they wouldn't want him here, we were doing our job and everything...
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[She stops herself there, though. How immature. She sighs.]
...I guess it'd be worth a try, though.
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--It's hard, Conan-kun.
[Somehow she feels easier being honest with the little kid.]
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