PARADISA LOST

[Filtered to Ran]
My apologies, Ran.  It looks like I won't be able to make that meeting after all.  I had to make a stop at the hospital.
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[Filtered to roommates, allies and acquaintances]
It appears I won't be making it back tonight.  Due to an incident I will be staying at Saint-Pierre Infirmerie for the night.  But there is no need to worry. 
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[A few minutes later, after getting his injury treated and resigning himself to spending the night at the hospital,  Shinichi returns to the journal and begins to dictate a few further thoughts.]

I don't suppose anyone at the hospital has any spare books I could borrow.

[ooc: For this event Conan has been aged up to his real seventeen-year-old self.  He is also pretending to be a new arrival and a distant relative of Conan.]

Who: Conan Edogawa, Ran Mouri, and anyone who wants to stumble across them
What: Ran insists on walking Conan up to his room after he finally gets out of the infirmary
Where: Anywhere in the hallways between the infirmary and Satis Tower 
When: Dec. 10

Conan stumbles across a crack in the floor as he tries to keep up with Ran.  His feet skid across the floor for a few inches as he is pulled along by the hand still caught up in her grip.

"But Ran-neechan, this really isn't necessary!  I can find my room by myself!"

[Conan was still slightly smug over managing to avoid the humiliation of being a child at Halloween for once.  Instead of being forced into a disgustingly cute costume he had succeeded in locking the door of his room and spending the evening rereading some favorite mystery novels.  And so, still in a good mood from his evening alone, he decides to take the next step in his plans.

Sometime in the afternoon the following notice appears in the journals.] 


Paradisa Detective Boys Club

Mysteries Solved.  Lost Items Found.

Do you have a puzzling mystery on your hands?  The Detective Boys Club is ready to go on the case.  Tell us about your mystery and we cn solve it for you.

Children interested in joining should contact Conan Edogawa.


[Later that day Conan can be found secretively hauling a large bag into his room in the tower.]

[After waking up in a pile of leaves, Conan had hastily struggled out of the slippery pile and attempted to locate some clear ground.  Unfortunately, he quickly found that to be impossible.  Every time he took a step he sank down to his waist in the shifting pile of leaves.  Eventually he resorts to carefully crawling over the leaves while attempting to spread out his weight enough to keep from sinking.  After a few minutes of this he gives up and pulls out his journal.

...Days like this reminded him what a pain it was being three feet tall.]

Hello?  Can anyone help me?  I'm stuck in some of these leaves.  

[Conan woke to the discovery that his room had changed over the night.  It no longer bore a resemblance to a hotel room.  Instead he found himself sitting in a chair in the center of a large circular room.  Shelves of books covered every avalable surface and rose up to the ceiling high above him.  He recognized many of them as copies of books he'd read on forensics and criminal investigation and hundreds of other subjects.  A shelf of Holmes novels was displayed prominently.  Library ladders were scattered around the walls.  Intended to provide access to the higher levels of shelves, he was sure.  All around the room he could see ranks of filing cabinets standing along the lowest level of the walls,  a familiar sign marking them as  solved cases.

The center of the room held only a few pieces of sturdy furniture.  His father's desk took center place, with two leather chairs nearby.  Craning his neck, he could see pictures of familiar people displayed prominently.  Ran, of course.  he recognized the picture as one that had been taken that day at Tropical Land.  But also the old man, the Professor and the detective boys, and Haibara.  The Metropolitan police were there as well, as were his own parents and Hattori and dozens of others.  Across the desk he could see an open file.  The Black Organization, of course.  The only case he hadn't solved yet.

And sitting there, reading the file, was Shinichi Kudo.  Himself as he should be.   Conan gapes for a moment before sputtering out a question.]

H-how?  This shouldn't be possible!

[The teen glances up from the file absently.]

You haven't deducted the solution yet?  It's elementary.  This is our mind.  Where else should we be?


[ooc] 
A very disturbed Conan will be leaving soon, but Shinichi will be hanging around through the entire event to talk to people.  Feel free to wander in and talk to him or take a look at Conan's case files.  Or wonder why this kid has a teenage version of himself inside his mind.]

Something strange is going on!  It's like lots of people have forgotten how to speak languages.  Has this ever happened before?



Oh!  I still speak Japanese.  And I'm very good at English.  So I can help translate if someone needs help.