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asgardeventide2012-04-20 06:15 am
holmes_fanatic) wrote in asgardeventide2012-04-20 06:15 am
[video]
[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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Ne, are you still volunteering at the hospital?
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Even so, I'm going to be wary about going to sleep from now on!
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I'm just looking after you. I was worried about you when you wouldn't respond for so long, especially with all those people going missing.
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There's no need to apologise. You couldn't control it. It's just... been a rough little while, hasn't it? I'm ready for things to settle back to something kind of like normal soon.
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Nakama-neechan can't ignore it, huh.
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Do you remember when that dragon showed up? How innocent we all were?
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You're too gentle with me. Either that or I'm too hard on myself.
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[You should probably have paused a little before saying that, Conan.]
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[Conan's suddenly nervous -- what if they can't find the proof they need? What if it was just a dream?
Oi -- are you a detective or not? Conan takes the stairs at a run.]
Come on, Nakama-neechan!
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