[Dictated; Action for Conan's Room

[deductiongeek]

 [Filtered to Nita Callahan]

Your sister is being annoying. Could you please tell her to get out of my room? 

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Conan

[inlifesname]

Do you need a babysitter? Dairi likes to take care of people, but they do usually need it.

Nita

[deductiongeek]

Of course I don't! And I definitely don't need a new roommate.

Conan 1/2

[inlifesname]

Alright, alright. Don't have a cow. I'll be there in just a second.

Aaand Action

[inlifesname]

[She meant that almost literally, you know. There's the distinct 'pop' of displaced air following a transport spell and then Nita's standing in the center of the room, trying not to look too amused.]

So, who wants to start telling me the story from the beginning?

[deductiongeek]

[Conan is sitting on his bed and glaring darkly at the sleeping bag that has taken up his floor. He doesn't even react at the sudden appearance. He'd been putting up with Dairine pulling the same stunt for months.]

Doesn't anyone use the door anymore?

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine ignores the dark looks Conan is sending her, long used to them by now. At the familiar 'pop,' she sits up from the sleeping bag to see where her big sister has arrived. Her expression looks just as annoyed as Conan's, and it's not because of Nita.]

It's his fault. [She starts automatically. As far as she's concerned, it's true too.]

How far back are we talking here, Neets? [If she wants too many details, she'll have to bug Conan into spilling more secrets. But if they're lucky, they won't have to say that much.]

[inlifesname]

Let's go with why you've decided to camp out in Conan's room.

[deductiongeek]

[Conan huffs irritably at the question.]

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine leans her arms on Conan's bed.]

Why? Because he followed our group into the woods without telling anyone, which nearly got him killed. [She shoots a glare at Conan.] Not to mention he did this while he was still recovering from a gunshot wound.

[inlifesname]

Like you haven't done worse! [About a million times worse, at that! Though, Dair is a wizard, so that makes it not as bad. She thinks. But still.

She crosses her arms.]

There's got to be a compromise here.

[deductiongeek]

I'm not going to let her put some kind of tracker on me.

[Conan answers the suggestion promptly.]

[wizard_redfive]

You don't get it, Neets. He's constantly doing this! Running into bombed buildings, getting shot, being held hostage... It never stops! And unlike some people, I have a bulletproof shield.

[She glares at Conan.]

Why not? It would have make this whole mess a whole lot easier.

[inlifesname]

Oh, I get it. Dumbo Number One [She points to Conan] has no sense of self preservation. So Dumbo Number Two [pointing at Dairine] went completely ballistic.

[deductiongeek]

[Conan was beginning to get annoyed at all the digs at his sense of self preservation.]

She is completely overreacting. And I can take care of myself. I didn't die, did I?

[wizard_redfive]

Hey! Who're you calling a Dumbo?! [Dairine was also annoyed, but more at the implication that she was like Conan somehow. There was no way she was that annoying (or so she thought).]

[The younger wizard gives Conan an extremely stony stare.]

Don't pull that on us. You nearly did die, and it wasn't your gadgets or brains that got you out of it.

[inlifesname]

"Didn't die" is a pretty low standard, Conan. [Which is mildly hypocritical coming from Nita. But hey.]

But Dair can't just live on your floor forever either.

[deductiongeek]

[He crosses his hands behind his head and scowls at the pair of them.]

It is a practical standard, considering the situation.

[He glares a little more at Dairine for that dig. Conan did not appreciate being reminded that he'd spent the entire situation as the one in need of rescue. It offended his pride as a detective.]

I could have figured out something.

Exactly. I didn't ask for a roommate.

[wizard_redfive]

"Practical"... Hmm, that doesn't seem right. More like "pessimistic."

[Dairine glances over at Nita.]

You say that like I want to live on his floor forever. Have you spent 24 hours with this guy? It's nothing but "oi oi, whine complain, Sherlock is the best, leave me alone." No gratitude at all. But as a wizard, it's my job to protect Life, and that includes you, buster.

[At which point she goes back to glaring at Conan.]

You rarely ask for anything. That doesn't mean you don't need one.

[inlifesname]

[A long suffering sigh and a glance back at Conan.]

She's right, Conan. It is our job to protect Life, like it or not. And I'm guessing that since she's being so insistent on this, she's decided that you two are friends but is being too dumb to say so.

So can't you just save us all a few headaches and be more careful? Come to us for Wizardly backup or think of a plan before running straight into trouble?

[deductiongeek]

[Conan crosses his arms.]

We're not friends. And she can go protect life somewhere else. I don't believe in all this magic stuff in the first place.

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine stares at him silently from across the room, eyes narrowed. Whether it's because of the denial of magic or their friendship is hard to say. Then suddenly an invisible force pushes Conan from the back, aiming to shove him onto the floor.

Across the room, Dairine turns her gaze up at the ceiling innocently. Who could have done that? Surely not her, right??]

Having a clumsy spell, Conan?

[inlifesname]

Ugh! You two are going to drive me nuts!

That's it. I've had it.

[Conan, I hope you are prepared for your collection of Sherlock books to disappear out of your room- at least temporarily.]

You can either play scavenger hunt for your books or you can promise to rein it in a little and ask for help.

Dair, is that gonna be enough to get you off of his floor or am I going to have to start making things difficult for you to?

[deductiongeek]

[Conan sputters in outrage. Even he wasn't sure which sister was more the cause of it. A moment of internal debate settles that. It was definitely the one that touched his book collection. With magic.

He huffs angrily at the pair of them and refuses to give an answer.]

[wizard_redfive]

[Conan's outrage would normally amuse Dairine... but she had more important worries on her mind. The moment Nita turns her attention to her after vanishing the books Dair grimaces, stands up, and grabs her sleeping bag, shoving it into what looks like thin air. No way is she chancing getting on Nita's bad side after what happened to her bed.

That doesn't make her any happier about it though.]

All right, all right.

[inlifesname]

[Well, Conan. Nita is just going to look at you expectantly until she gets an answer.]