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Could someone come to room 308 and let me out?

[Conan was sounding decidedly grumpy today. He'd spent hours with his lockpicks trying to break out of his room... with no success.]

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[Filtered to Nita Callahan]

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

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Oi! [Conan's coughs roughly. His voice was still feeling a little raw from the stresses of his recent kidnapping. Not that he would ever admit to screaming during the ordeal.]

Is anyone there? How did I get back to the clinic?

[Because the last thing he remembered was being carried off by a monster. Judging from how much he hurt right now, he was certain that he hadn't imagined any of the attacks from its claws.]

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[Conan really should have known better than to open a book near the stairs. He was perfectly aware of the damage a fall down stairs could do to the human body.

But it was a new detective novel that he'd just managed to find in the library. One that he'd never read. And so for a brief moment he couldn't resist cracking it open.

And consequently slips on a fallen piece of paper and falls down the stairs. He only has time for a shout of alarm into the journal.]

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[There were a lot of people Conan did not want to talk to right now. He really did not want to talk to any of the people who had run into him during the last week.

At least not until he had figured out how he was going to handle damage control. He had to figure out how to convince everyone that had run into young Shinichi Kudo that he was nothing more than a distant cousin to Conan Edogawa.

He hadn't figured out a convincing way of doing this yet.

And so today Conan seizes on the excuse of the snow to avoid everyone. He snatches up his snowboard and scribbles down a quick childish note in the journal.]

I'm going to go play outside, okay?

[And with that he heads out the door. Feel free to run into him anywhere on the way out.]

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Oi! People talk through this, right?

[Seven-year-old Shinichi Kudo poked at the journal skeptically. He was sure there had to be some kind of technology behind it. But why would anyone put that much effort into his dumb?]

Well you can tell Mom and Dad right now that I don't need any help. I'm going to figure this out by myself.

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[Today was the Fourth of May. It was his birthday.

But Conan was in no mood to celebrate.

He should have been turning twenty today. He should have been in university by now. He should have been starting his life as an adult.

But even after three years, Conan still didn't look a day over seven. He still hadn't made any progress towards finding a cure or stopping the Black Organization.

He was beginning to lose hope.

So instead of going out into the castle today, and meeting any of the people who might know of his birthday, Conan had chosen to lock himself in his room with nothing but his Holmes novels. After hours of reading alone, he finally chooses to open up his journal.]

The Fourth of May, huh. Reichenbach Falls.

[Conan is silent for a long moment.]

I wonder how long it was that Arthur Conan Doyle truly intended to leave the 'Adventure of the Final Problem' as the last Holmes story.

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A murder has happened. Meg Masters is dead.

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[Conan scrawls down a quick note into the journal, his annoyance making him dig the pencil a little deeper into the page than normal.]

If anyone needs me today, I will be in my room.

[That said, Conan turns back to staring at the complicated puzzle completely blocking him from entering room 308. It was the fifth time this had had happened to him in the last half hour. He sighs in irritation.]

The least the castle could do is make it complicated enough to be interesting.

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Well, that was an interesting trip! I've never been to Winchester before.

The trip there was interesting too. I saw the buffalo with the hands. There were buffalo in my world too, although they didn't have hands. Of course the proper name for them wasn't buffalo at all! Not for that species. Properly, they should be called American Bison or Bison Bison. And even that isn't quite accurate! There are two subspecies, the plains bison and the wood bison.The plains bison is slightly smaller, while the wood bison is one of the largest species of bovid in the world. Only the Asian Gaur and the Wild Water Buffalo are larger.

The term buffalo was used first for the animal. It was first recorded in 1625. Buffalo comes from the french word boeufs, meaning ox or bullock. Buffalo is still commonly used. However bison, coming from a greek word meaning ox-like animal, is more scientifically correct. Properly speaking, the only two true buffalo are the Asian Water Buffalo and the African Buffalo.

[Conan suddenly realizes that he had rambled on and shared much more of his knowledge than he had intended. Why had he done that? Hastily he adds on an explanation.]

I saw a program on television about it once!

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Well, we're back.

Jennifer? Do you have any medical supplies with you?

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[Conan's voice was level. His word choice was no different than usual. Unless you knew him very well, or were an expert at reading people it would be impossible to tell that he had just been through a huge shock and disappointment.

Just like the Holmes he idolized, Conan was determined to remain calm and logical, even through the bitterness of the situation.]

Ne, is there anyone else here familiar with Tokyo? Or is there anyone here who was familiar with the cities we have been sent to before?

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[Once again, Shinichi was back to being Conan. He knew that it couldn't last long. It never did.

But he didn't have time to resent being trapped as a child once more. He had to cover for his situation of the past week.

He takes a deep breath, and then starts this new charade with a voice filled with carefully calculated childish disappointment.]

I guess the castle really doesn't like Shinichi-niichan. He's gone, again.

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[Shinichi knew he had to act. From the moment he had awoken as his true age, the clock was running. He needed an explanation for where Conan was, before anyone began to worry. More importantly, he needed to establish Shinichi Kudo's prsence in the castle again as someone completely separate from Conan Edogawa. He could not allow anyone to speculate that their similarity in appearance might mean that they were the same person under an age change. That option had already been lost long ago, the first time the castle had returned him to his true age. There were some in the castle who would remember his previous appearances as Shinichi.

And so Shinichi puts together a plan. Conan couldn't appear in person, but he COULD still exist over the journals. It would have to be enough.

And so Shinichi opens up the journal as he changes the settings on his voice changing bowtie to match his voice as Conan. And then he begins to speak, as the voice changer changes his voice to match that of of Conan.]

I have some great news! Shinichi-niichan is in the castle again! Its been forever since I've seen him!

[Shinichi pulls the voice changer away from his mouth and continues on in his own voice.]

Oi, Conan. Is such an introduction really necessary?

[He coughs, and then continues.]

Conan has filled me in on the basic facts about this place. As ridiculous as some of it sounds. I do intend to investigate.

As he mentioned, my name is Shinichi Kudo. I am a detective, and his distant relative.

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[When Conan wakes, it is with a moment of dizzying disorientation. For a moment everything spins around him and all he can tell is that something is very wrong. It feels and smells like he is in the library, but everything is at the wrong angle. He could feel something pressing against his side. For a short desperate moment he wonders if the castle has shrunk around him. And in that moment, as he sputters and reaches out for something to hold on to, he accidentally knocks his journal open.

And then he sees his hands. They weren't the hands of a child, as he had become used to seeing. These were his hands. Ther ones he hadn't seen in more than a year.

It takes him only seconds to put together everything. Somehow, for some reason, he had returned to his true age.

And he was in deep trouble. How could he explain this? Someone would ask where Conan was. Someone would get suspicious over Conan's distant relative appearing in the castle yet again. How many times could he get away with Shinichi appearing in the castle just as Conan vanished?

And who was the child lying up against him?]

W-what? How can this be happening?

[Shinichi abruptly sits up and tries to ease the child away so that he can stand up, but is interrupted as she wakes and begins to scream.]

[As the movement wakes her, Rise abruptly pushes away from the stranger, reflexively shrieking. But then she goes pale and wide-eyed, looking up at the huge stranger and surroundings.

Unable to think clearly, she stammers for a moment before shouting the only coherent thoughts in her head.]

Who are you?! Where's Foxy...?

[OOC: Conan and Rise have swapped ages. Open for anyone to bother them.]

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[His eighth birthday. His eighteenth birthday. He should have been getting ready to graduate and preparing college exams. But intead, he was still trapped in this same situation.

Nearly two years trapped in the castle like this without ever aging. Nearly three years since the day at Tropical Land. Since his life as Shinichi Kudo had ended and he had been forced to take on the identity of a child.

Three years of lying to everyone about everything. Three years of hiding his intelligence and constantly being condescended to.

Nearly a year and a half since he had last seen Ran. Did she still cry over him? Stupid Shinichi who had run off after a mystery and disappeared? Did she worry about him? Had she given up on him?

No, Conan didn't see anything about this birthday worth celebrating at all. Especially not with everything that had happened afterwards.

But even when all he wanted was to brood in his misery, he still had an act to perform. No matter how much he hated it.]

How is everyone doing? Is everyone recovering from the incident with the spaceship? Luke? Dairine?

Speaking of that, are there plans yet on what to do with the wreck?

[And with that said, Conan sets off for the library. Maybe burying himself in the world of Holmes again would improve his mood.]

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[Conan figured a day of travel was long enough to keep anyone from objecting too much. So he finally pulls out his journal and dictates a short announcement.]

If anyone has been wondering where I am? I decided to go on the expedition.

But don't worry! I'm being very careful.

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[Conan wakes up abruptly, sitting up and trying to scramble out of bed before he is even fully awake. It is the pain that stops him. Pain from all the injuries he had incurred in the last few hours and chosen to ignore until he could stop the bombings.

He looks around at the familiar site of the clinic and sighs. So, he was back here again. How disappointing.

Well, there were things to be done. A quick assessment of his injuries told him that he needed to get them seen to. The head injury wasn't bad. He'd had worse there before. But his shoulder.... Already he could see the edge of his sleeve turning red. The blood was even starting to seep through his jacket at several spots.

Using his good hand Conan reaches for his journal and flips it open, being careful to avoid leaving any bloody fingerprints on the pages.]

What day is it?

Also, are there any doctors with some time?

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[One of the few positive things about this entire situation, in Conan's opinion, was that he was living alone. None of the people who concerned themselves about him were rude or determined enough to intrude on his room.

Except for Dairine. But he hoped that the security alarms he just finished installing would slow her down at least. Until he could figure out how she kept managing to sneak into his room.

But for the most part he actually had privacy when he wanted to be alone. And as so often happened, the moment he was alone his thoughts turned to Ran. About how long she had been waiting for him. About the lies he was forced to tell her, and the words he wanted more than anything to tell her. The words that he could only tell her with his own voice.

Slowly, without even realizing he was doing so, he begins to sing.

Horribly, horribly out of tune. Not a single note is anywhere close to being on key. ]

♫Where am I today? I wish that I knew
'Cause looking around there's no sign of you
I don't remember one jump or one leap
Just quiet steps away from your lead

I'm holding my heart out but clutching it too
Feeling this short of a love that we once knew
I'm calling this home when it's not even close
Playing the role with nerves left exposed ♫

[As he goes on, his voice gets more plaintive and depressed. And even less in tune, if that's possible.]

♫Standing on a darkened stage, stumbling through the lines
Others have excuses, but I have my reasons why.♫

[He had reasons. They were good reasons. He knew that. But somehow, when she was crying they never seemed good enough. He sighs and starts on the next verse,]

♫ We get distracted by dreams of our own
But nobody's happy while feeling alone
And knowing how hard it hurts when we fall
We lean another ladder against the wrong wall

And climb high to the highest rung, to shake fists at the sky
While others have excuses, I have my reasons why ♫

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