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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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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?

[Conan puts Nakama's glass in front of her before sitting, choosing the seat beside her rather than across the coffee table.]

Tell me if you want anything, okay? Sleeping so long, my body clock's all confused.

[That's a tricky question, and Conan considers it as he sets the towel over the back of his chair.] It's hard to tell -- it felt like I lived them at least. I don't think I could have invented them ...

Okay. [She takes a sip of the juice, then frowns thoughtfully at what he's said.]

Snow told me about it before. Someone he knew went through it, and he said he knew her well enough to know that she had changed... she was a different person than she had been before she'd gone to sleep. Like she'd really lived these things.

Did he? Is Snow still here? I'd like to compare notes.

Ah ... I don't think I've changed much! Things happened but -- well, the case I was working on when I was here, we solved it but -- ah!

I think he is. [I literally have no idea, there have been so many drops idek.] It's hard to keep track of people in Heimdall, but I haven't heard anyone say he's gone.

It was good news, then? What you saw? [That's the question she's been dancing around.]

[Conan dismisses Snow with a wave. He's not important now that Conan's got a plan!] I know how we can see if it happened or not!

[Good? That catches Conan off guard and he's a reluctant pink as he replies.] Ah ... well, it wasn't bad!

[Normally something like Conan blushing would be cause for a break in the action, but she's too shocked by his announcement to say anything.]

How? How can we prove it?

There's newspapers from my world in the library here! If I tell you what I remember and you make notes, we can check it against what we find in the library later!

Oh, that's right! Okay... well, do you have a paper and pen? I didn't bring anything...

[She looks a bit uneasy - she's been avoiding those newspapers because of what she might be able to find there. Or not find, if one of them lost.]

One moment --

[Conan's always got a pen on him, but he doesn't want to give up his notebook -- too incriminating. Fortunately there's a new notebook in his room, and he fetches that, turning back the cover as he hands it to Nakama.]

Okay, um. I didn't tell you about the case that I was in just before I came here, did I?

I don't think so. [Crossing one leg over the other and propping the notepad on her knee like a secretary.] I don't remember it.

Let's see ... there was a suicide -- well at the time, it looked like a suicide in the Detective Agency Bathroom! Uncle was called to meet his client at a coffee shop, and while we were waiting for them, the apparent suicide took place. It looked like Kashitsuka-san, the client, had been set upon when she reached the Agency by a man who wanted to extort the location of her dead brother's locker from her ... so we decided to take her home to make sure we was safe! But there was a weird smell when we entered her apartment like someone had died there and when she left hurriedly while we were still visiting, I thought that was weird so I went with her! We were driving in her car and I was pretending to be asleep, and that's when I came to Asgard! That was [date.] The suicide would be in the papers, but not the fact it was really a murder. Got that?

[She seems to be writing for an inordinately long time, given how fast she writes, but the reason will be obvious when she holds up the notepad for his inspection - all the information is there, immaculately organized in note form, in both Japanese and Asgardian. It's a habit she's formed, ever since her maps, and she can explain it if asked about it.]

Does that look good? Did I miss anything?

Ha ... Bilingual notes? That's a good idea!

[Conan nods, quickly scanning the notes.] Perfect. Okay, let's see --

When I was back, I just opened my eyes and I was there in the car with Kashitsuka-san -- of course, I knew by then her name was really Urakawa and that she'd taken Kashitsuka's name when she killed him, in order to get into his apartment and try and track down his colleagues -- Kashitsuka, the dead guy hidden in the apartment and a third person were bank robbers who'd killed Urakawa's fiancee in their robbery. I confronted her with this, and told her I had a way to find the third person -- but if I helped her she had to turn them and herself over to the police. She agreed, and we found the last robber -- only I wasn't counting on her being armed. I was taken hostage -- for real this time -- but Occhan [the extremely casual term for 'Uncle' slips out unintentionally ] showed up with back-up and somehow it turned out all right! I think that made the papers as 'Sleeping Kogorou turns tables on tricky villain!' And 'Spectacular End to Horrific Bank Robbery!'

Call me paranoid, but I still don't trust a language that I learned in a split-second without any teaching. It was put into our heads somehow, and I feel like it could be go away or be taken away, too.

[She goes back to writing, smiling a little darkly at the headlines - she remembers the splashy, sensational headlines about the "Black Monster."]

Okay, I've got it all. Do you want to go now, or is this good enough for today? [It's just a guess, but she thinks Conan will want to go right away.]

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