Fifth Deduction [Written]

Jul. 1st, 2011 10:49 am
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[How could this be possible?  From his conversation with that person Conan had easily deducted that the people in this castle treated shrinking into a child as an inconvenience.  As something temporary that only needed to be waited out. 

The very thought seemed absurd to him.  The drug responsible for his own poisoning and shrinking was a poison.  It was only by a rare chance of fate that it had not killed him.  And even then the change between the size of a child and adult was not a simple painless thing, like what that person had said.  It was more painful than anything in the world.  Every time, he felt like he was dying during the change.  Like his very bones were melting.  How could someone not notice something like that?

Yet the fact remained that, if that person had been telling the truth, people in this place had shrunk and returned to being an adult.  And if that had really happened... 

Could there be a hint here in how to return to his own proper age?  To a cure?  He needed to investigate this.  And so Conan pulls out his journal and stares at it for a long time before deciding what to write.]

Someone told me that people here can sometimes change ages.  That's strange, isn't it?  Is something like that really possible?  Has that happened to anyone else here?


[ooc: Sorry for posting so soon after his last one.  Conan found out about the age losses and needed to react]
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Fourth Deduction

Jun. 30th, 2011 09:06 am
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Tch, so annoying.

[Conan is rummaging through the debris in his room and attempting to locate his other shoe.  After some searching he finds it hidden  under the remains of his pillow and slips it on with a sigh of relief.  It was comforting in a way to be equipped like this again.  During his time as a prisoner of the Navy he'd had more than enough of being trapped with no way of defending himself.  He makes a mental note to sleep wearing his shoes from now on.

Now that all of his gadgets are back in place he reaches for his journal and scrawls down a quick note in deliberately childish handwriting.]

Ne, does anyone know about the people who made this mess?  It was mean of them, wasn't it?

[Some time later the boy will be slowly making his way to the clinic as he'd promised.  Between his injury and the need to use a crutch he is not making very fast progress.  Feel free to run into him anywhere along the way and scold him for trying to make it there by himself.]
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Third Deduction [Dictated]

Jun. 17th, 2011 11:42 am
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[Conan is curled up in one of the library's overstuffed chairs, deeply engrossed in a large book.  On the table beside him sits a large stack of thick chapter books.  A close look will reveal titles of classic mysteries from several different authors.  The works of Arthur Conan Doyle are in the definite majority.  After several long minutes Conan finally closes the book and sets it to the side.  He stretches his arms up over his head and muses aloud in a a genuinely happy voice.]

Ah, Sholmes is so amazing!  I think I'm going to read all of these today, and then when I finish I'm going to read them all over again.

[Conan has discovered the mystery section in the library, and he may never leave again.  For the first time since arriving in the castle he is genuinely happy. Anyone want to bother the mystery geek?]
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Second Deduction; Written

Jun. 13th, 2011 10:14 pm
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[Early in the afternoon a carefully penciled entry appears in the journals.  Conan has had enough of interrogating random people and getting useless answers.  Surely someone in this castle had to be rational.]

Are there any detectives here?  I would like to talk to you.  If you have time.

And if anyone here has a logical explanation for this castle I would like to hear it.  Blaming everything on a ridiculous trick like magic is worse than no explanation at all.  

[Later he can be found seated in the lobby and watching people as he scribbles down observations in his notebook.]
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First Deduction

Jun. 10th, 2011 05:44 pm
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[Edogawa Conan was no stranger to waking up in strange locations. It was only to be expected when you spent as much time chasing criminals as he did. Both as a high school detective and as an elementary school detective he had run into such a situation more than his fair share of times.

Waking up in a place that strongly resembled an expensive hotel room? And with no clues as to the method of his arrival? Now that was different and troubling.

He'd investigated the room, of course. The door was unlocked and there was no sign of anything out of place in the room. Not even a monitoring device. All he'd found was this journal. Judging from the entries already recorded on it's pages it seemed to be some sort of communication method. But the actual operation of this method had him stumped.

After inspecting the journal thoroughly he at last decides to try an experiment. In deliberately clumsy handwriting he jots in a quick message.]

Is anyone there?

I think I'm very lost. I looked and looked and I can't find Uncle or Ran anywhere! Is there a police officer here? At school they said I should find one if I got lost. That's right, isn't it?

But the person who brought me here was very mean. Don't you think? They didn't ask me if I wanted to visit a castle at all!

[Later, any person in the hallway might be able to spot a small boy wandering through the hallways with a carefuly crafted expression of bright curiosity on his face.]
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About the Archive

"Paradisa Lost" is the archive of what the journals contained between December 1st, 2006 and January 10th, 2012. On that final day, Paradisa issued new journals, so that the residents could fill them up again. While there are still residents around who have old journals, we have chosen to preserve the old journals here for muns' reference and history.

"Lost" in the title refers to both the old journals that the residents once kept, and also to our move to Dreamwidth from the original Livejournal community, where Paradisa started. It is a fresh start for muns, as well as for the characters.

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