25-Action (Backdated to christmas day.)

[jimfromit]

[ It would take something special to get Jim "The Grinch" Moriarty out from his hidey hole on Christmas day.

However if he didn't leave then how would he be able to show off his lovely Christmas present the castle has given him? On top of his head sits an exact replica of the Crown of the queen mother...the very one he "borrowed" from the Tower of London.

Of course it is a fake, it's just quite a convincing fake and seems very out of place on him.

So he's just casually sitting at his laptop in the lobby with the crown on his head in a blatant attempt to show it off to the world.

Why don't you come give the attention whore what he wants?]

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[heloise]

[ Now, the castle seems to have developed quite the taste for royalty and quasi-royalty, but Lucrezia can certainly play along. She stops at a reverent distance from him and curtsies, waiting for his gesture for her next move! ]

[deductiongeek]

[Conan walks into the lobby to see this scene and seriously debates turning around and leaving.]

[jimfromit]

[Moriarty sees you though Conan. This will be the first time seeing you in the open since the nightmare plot.

So of course he can't resist a jolly little wave.]

Why hello there.

[jimfromit]

[Now there’s a delightful sight. Moriarty gives a polite smile and a regal wave before speaking.]

My lady...You’re looking divine as always I see.

[heloise]

[ She grins in reply, taking that as a cue to come forward and bend her knee to kiss the sovereign's hand! ]

[deductiongeek]

[Conan would have preferred to avoid any notice from Moriarty to start with. The more people who ignored him as just an intelligent child the safer he felt.

But now that he'd been noticed he couldn't just leave.]

An imitation crown. Really?

[jimfromit]

[Moriarty gives a giggle at that. He gently puts a finger on her lips.]

Oh my!

[jimfromit]

Now what makes you think it's an imitation?

[He knows how you operate Conan, he knows how smart you truly are. He's just testing you]

[deductiongeek]

Lots of reasons!

[Conan really did not want to be forced into giving his deduction reasoning in front of this guy.]

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia just grins wider at that. ]

I must apologize for not knowing your correct title.

[jimfromit]

Ugh you're never any fun.

[Jim re-adjusts his crown.]

It rather suits me...don't you think?

[jimfromit]

[He closes his laptop because a true loyal gentleman gives a lady his full attention...at least the ones that they like.]

Oh I wasn't aiming for anything too flashy...Prince Regent perhaps?

[deductiongeek]

Not at all. If I had to use a word... [A pause.] Tacky.

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia stands up and watches that steel box for a moment. ]

Il Principe.

[jimfromit]

Tacky?

Tacky?

[His frowning face blows as raspberry in your direction Conan. Super mature right?]

[jimfromit]

[Jim stands up as well, his hands clasped behind his back.]

Grazie gioia

I trust you are having a good christmas?

[heloise]

[ Her smile widens at the address. ]

Better now that I know the one who oversees my joy.

[deductiongeek]

[The only word that could be used to describe Conan right now is smug.]

[jimfromit]

[Still pouting.]

So keen to hurt my feelings mini Holmes?

[jimfromit]

Glad to see you in such high spirits.

Especially since you seemed so very troubled last time we spoke. Worry has no place with a woman of such high standing such as yourself.

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia starts circling him to see this lovely crown better. ]

Does high standing imply happiness?

[deductiongeek]

Don't consider yourself special. I'd tell anyone making a spectacle of themselves like this the same thing.

[jimfromit]

[He removes the crown from his head, dusts it slightly and then stands up

He paces around Conan as he speaks.]

I'm very special little one.

I just haven't shown you how special yet.

[jimfromit]

That depends upon how a person uses their high standing doesn't it?

[deductiongeek]

[Conan watches him with well concealed wariness.]

Oh? You're not the first one to claim something like that.