http://ayumi-yoshida.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ayumi-yoshida.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] justonetruth2011-11-18 11:40 pm
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Tied to dynamic's thread with Ayumi. :D

Why is there a group of strange brightly coloured animals standing in front of a section of the second floor?

Scratch that, why is there ANYTHING standing in front of a section of the second floor? Which happens to be roped off with police tape.

Also why is there no Ayumi to keep a handle on these things if someone decides to investigate them..?

((OOC - Cards outside include fox (pictured above) along with pheasant, lemur, and king cobra. :D Ayumi might appear depending on what you do though. -u-))

[identity profile] are-too-holmes.livejournal.com 2011-11-20 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm only getting a high radiation reading from one of the doors -- the rest read only a little above normal, the same as a person might read after an x-ray, and they're fading quickly. I think that they're stable -- except for that one with the high reading. To test my theory, I'm going to see what effect impacting the doors has."

Kneeling to turn his power-enhancing shoe on, Conan checks to see that Ayumi has her friends well out of the way. "All good?"

[identity profile] are-too-holmes.livejournal.com 2011-11-20 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"All right then ..."

Conan sizes up the distance between them and the first shrunken door. Popping a soccer ball from his belt, he kicks it expertly, the ball slamming into the door -- and nothing happening.

"Huh. I guess they really have stabilised."

[identity profile] are-too-holmes.livejournal.com 2011-11-20 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Not quite -- that was a door with a normal reading. Now for the one with the abnormal reading."

Wash, rinse, repeat -- but this time when the soccer ball smacks into the door there is a definite difference, aka. one explosion.

[identity profile] are-too-holmes.livejournal.com 2011-11-20 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Now everything is safe," Conan finished. "I'll just confirm that the radiation levels have returned to normal -- mm? A shrink gun, of course."

[identity profile] are-too-holmes.livejournal.com 2011-11-20 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Conan climbs back over the police tape, doing his check of the doors -- apart from the fact that there is now a second hole in the wall, everything is normal.

"All clear!"

[identity profile] are-too-holmes.livejournal.com 2011-11-20 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
... the chair?

((ooc: If you mean the chair in dynamic!Conan's post, that's in the lobby.))

[identity profile] are-too-holmes.livejournal.com 2011-11-20 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
"We'd better check it out! Lead the way!"

[identity profile] are-too-holmes.livejournal.com 2011-11-20 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
Good idea, Ayumi-neechan. Conan's curious though.

"How do those creatures relate to the cards you showed us?"

[identity profile] are-too-holmes.livejournal.com 2011-11-20 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Geez ... this place gets weirder every day." That was meant more for himself than Ayumi, this Conan not quite yet having surrendered to the logic-less logic of the Mansion. "This is the first time I've heard of anything like that but there's a lot of people who talk of the Mansion as if it is alive itself ... I wonder ..."

Ah, there's the lobby just up ahead. "How many chairs was it?"

[identity profile] are-too-holmes.livejournal.com 2011-11-20 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
Conan considers that. "Any way to check that?"

"Containing it?" Conan's questions are stopped as he sees the barrier in question. "... ha."

[identity profile] are-too-holmes.livejournal.com 2011-11-20 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe we should suggest Conan-kun makes that his next project."

At least the chair is securely cordoned off -- no one is going to miss that amount of police tape or cones. Conan has a hard time crawling through the tape to get close enough to measure the chair.

"Hmm."

[identity profile] are-too-holmes.livejournal.com 2011-11-20 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"It seems a shame to say it, given how much tape was devoted to it, but the chair's clear!" Pocketing the geiger counter, Conan began to crawl out of the space but quickly realised he wasn't going anywhere.

"Uh."