[Event] Whatever you do, don't high-five

[modoftruth.livejournal.com]

Your hands look normal, feel normal, and even smell normal. There's nothing out of the ordinary... Except when you touch something (or someone) else~

You'll start leaving handprints, fingerprints, streaks of colour along the walls, furniture, and along other people's skin. There's a different colour for every different person, and who knows what happens when you high-five?

Be imaginative!

[Here is a colour generator~ Simply click 'Random Background' for your pup's colour, and then fill in this handy-dandy html so other people know what colour you've got!]

[Character Name] leaves fingerprints of this <b><font color="#CODE GOES HERE">color</font></b>.
Filled code example:
Kaitou_1412 leaves fingerprints of this <b><font color="#D76498">color</font></b>.

Also, our apologies for the lateness of this event! There has been extreme RL busy-ness to contend with.

Comments

[1stpersonplural.livejournal.com]

When you arrive somewhere quite different from where you were last, dragging your hand along the wall as you walk along is a perfectly natural reaction. It took Kaito a while to realise that his fingertips were leaving trails of a dark pink colour along the wall.

That's... odd, he thought, looking back at the streaks his hand had left. His headmates murmured their agreement, Conan in particular suggesting he try it again in case of flukes.

I was going to do that anyway, baka, he thought sourly, plonking his hand flat on the wall, and leaving a handprint behind it. A slow grin crept across his face as he surveyed the rest of the corridor ahead of him.

What do you think, guys? 'Kid Was Here?' Or should I try something a little more classy?

1stpersonplural leaves fingerprints of this .

if you don't mind, have a rather AU Conan?

[just-add-aptx.livejournal.com]

This particular shrunken detective is rather less than amused by his own oddly colored hand prints, and not paying very much attention to where he's walking.

In fact, he's not paying any attention at all, as he examines his hands for any sign of dye. If he doesn't start paying attention soon, he might find out what happens when you walk straight into someone.

just_add_aptx leaves fingerprints of this

/MINDS B[ nah it's okay carry on~

[1stpersonplural.livejournal.com]

Kaito had just finished a small, sketchy mural depicting a grinning Kaito, peace-sign and all, when he was knocked into by a small something.

He turned and blinked as he registered who it was, the blue presence in the back of his head going slightly frantic around the edges.

It's another me- How- I mean- that shouldn't be possible--

On the outside, however, he put on a friendly smile, crouching down to Conan's level.

"Hey there, boya~ Are you lost?"

/SOOOOOOOOBS IN A CORNER also is kaito wearing the eyepatch?

[just-add-aptx.livejournal.com]

He stepped back, taking note of the blue streaks the contact had left on the magician's pants, and ignoring the stabs of pain from his cracked ribs. A grin.

"Sorry, Kaito-niisan!"

An actual Kuroba Kaito was something of a surprise after his encounter with 1412, but this wasn't the assassin, and thus, was most likely not going to start throwing knives.

"I'm not lost, I've been here long enough to figure this place out."

He peers up at the taller boy, studying him.

"Are you new here?"

[only-1-truth.livejournal.com]

"I see you're enjoying the place's need to have us paint on the walls," Conan said as he walked up to Kaito.

...apparently a new Kaito, now that he got closer. "What's with the eyepatch? Did Aoko finally get you with the mop?"

It was also apparently a Conan quite familiar with Kaito.

Only_1_truth leaves fingerprints of this .

[1stpersonplural.livejournal.com]

"Hunh?" Kaito turned, smiling as he saw Conan, lifting his hand from the roses made up of handprints.

Hah, this is more like it.

Yeah, yer actin' normal again.

"Edogawa-kun, isn't it? The kid who chases Kid all the time?"

...Not this again, Kaito-kun...

[only-1-truth.livejournal.com]

"Ah, I guess we haven't met in your world," Conan said, turning to look at the 'artwork.' "Though I wouldn't say I chase y-I mean, him, all the time. Hakuba does it more," he said, watching Kaito from the corner of his eye. Mostly to see his reaction at the 'slip' he made.

He knew rules and roles didn't always stay the same in every world, so he had to test the waters.

Since I've been wanting him to meet another Kaito

[stainedmoonlit.livejournal.com]

This Kaito was had been particularly bored until he leaned a hand against a wall and left a smeared red hand print. He noticed immediately it that wasn't the right color for blood. It looked like paint, but when he looked at his hand, there wasn't anything on it.

He touched the wall again, and left more red. "Huh. It had to be red didn't it?"

Oh well. This could be fun!

He was in fact working on a super deformed caricature of Hakuba, complete with the stupid deerstalker cap and inverness cape that he used to wear all the time, when he finally noticed another him near by.

He blinked. What was with the eye patch?

OOC

[stainedmoonlit.livejournal.com]

And since I forgot.

stainedmoonlit leaves fingerprints of this .

[1stpersonplural.livejournal.com]

Kaito was busy leeeeeeaning back from the wall in a move that could only be accomplished by the very flexible, observing his other self's drawing.

"You forgot the pocket watch~" he said gleefully when he noticed himself watching him, and bounced over.

"Hullo~"

We're doomed.

Youd said it.

[kudou-kid.livejournal.com]

Shinichi Kuroba was wandering again, this time looking for food. He traces his fingers down the walls of the hall as he walks. After a moment, he stops when he notices his fingertips were leaving a trail along the wall, as if he dipped his fingers in paint. He blinked in confusion at first and presses his two index fingers on the wall to confirm it.

"Well this is a first." he muttered to himself. He moves to the other side of the hall. He looks at the wall for a minute, then gets an idea. He uses his fingertips like paintbrushes, and starts drawing a dove on the wall. He can clean up later after his fun is done.

(kudoukid leaves fingerprints of this .)

[so-too-rival.livejournal.com]

Wandering the halls, Sonoko spots a familiar face. "Shinichi!" she greeted him. "Finally showed up, huh?" She pauses as she gets closer, taking in the sketch -- odd choice of subject for a self-confessed detective nut, and there are other differences too.

I don't remember what he calls her in canon, so I made this up

[kudou-kid.livejournal.com]

He looked over to see Sonoko and waved. "Hey Sonoko-san," he looks back at his drawing, "I've been here for a month actually". He wouldn't care if it seemed like an odd choice as this Shinichi isn't a detective.

[so-too-rival.livejournal.com]

"Hiding out in a mystery-nut convention? I'm not surprised." Sonoko paused thoughtfully. "Though a month does seem a bit long, even for you."


so_too_rival leaves fingerprints of this .

[deaduction.livejournal.com]

It's pretty clear where ghost has been. There's the initial smudged handprint on a door handle, then an experimental line and a few handprints left on the wall next to it. Then scrawled messily in a style reminiscent of a slasher film 'Look behind you.'

He's currently invisible, looking for good places to leave creepy handprints.

(( deaduction leaves fingerprints of this .))

[is_not_watson]

...Why hello there, creepy writing.

Ran hasn't yet discovered the miracle of magic fingerpaint, but that certainly doesn't stop him from noticing its effects. (It's kind of hard not to when it's all over the hallway.) He stops, staring at Shinichi's message, then tentatively glances back over his shoulder.

He knows that he shouldn't, that this is probably another stupid trick of Shinichi's and he's going to regret it, but damn it, he just can't help it.

Ran leaves fingerprints of this color~

[deaduction.livejournal.com]

Shinichi remembers just in time that he's invisible, stopping himself just in time from hailing Ran. Instead he grins as he notices his friend stop to stare at his message. Will he look? Yes, he will!

Slowly, with deliberate emphasis, he begins to trace new letters on the wall Ran is now looking at. A big garishly splatted B followed by an O and--

[learnskarate.livejournal.com]

Ran ran down the hall playfully, running her hand across the wall. Laughing she began to simply draw stick figures on the wall. "This one will be Dad, this one will be Mom." She began to write the names above each figure she made. Grinning and laughing at each one.

[learnskarate leaves fingerprints of this . Still needs a smiling little!Ran picture... :/ Urgh.]

[so-too-rival.livejournal.com]

Walking down a hall, txting furiously -- somewhere in this mansion had to have celphone reception -- Sonoko caught sight of the small girl painting on the wall and paused to watch. What kind of a detective convention allowed elementary school kids? ... like that had ever stopped Conan.

Curious, Sonoko walked over to the little girl. "Who are you drawing?"

[learnskarate.livejournal.com]

Ran turned to the girl behind her, who looked slightly familiar. She then smiled happily. "I'm drawing my family and my friends!" She turned back to the drawing. "See, this is Dad and Mom holding hands. This is me and my best friend Sonoko. And this person over here is Shinichi. He isn't with everyone else because he's looking for clues on a case!" She explained, before touching the wall again. She moved her fingers so that a building formed behind everyone. "That's my home!"

[astolenlife.livejournal.com]

She was only still getting used to the large mansion or whatever it was. She hadn't come across many people here but so far she was mostly convinced she needed to hide herself away. She wiped at the never ending trail of tears on her face and froze up when she heard someone coming.

She looked around for a room she could easily escape into and was disappointed to find none. The dead girl swallowed and set her hands against the wall to prepare herself to sink through.

Aoko froze though as a dark pink hand print showed where she had touched the wall. She looked quickly at her hands and saw that they were clean... so what was this? Forgetting all about the footsteps she'd earlier heard she gently touched a finger to the wall and trailed it softly down, watching the color blossoming where she had touched. ...What was it?

Dead!Aoko leaves fingerprints of this .

[seeingtantei.livejournal.com]

Conan was just exploring more of the mansion...hotel...place when he had that familiar nagging feeling at the back of his mind. Once upon a time, it was a feeling he didn't think much of until a case popped up.

Now he knew what it meant. "Shinic-wait..." Conan shook his head. No, it wasn't that Shinichi. It wasn't someone alive, but it was someone new. And he couldn't NOT check out who it was. His curiosity wouldn't let him.

So he headed towards where he felt that presence and froze as he saw the sight. He knew who she was.

And it made him feel kind of sick to see her as the source. "Aoko-neechann..."

Psychic!Conan leaves fingerprints of this .

[stillpushingon.livejournal.com]

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.))

[only-1-truth.livejournal.com]

[Conan is just wandering around, dragging an bright orange trail along the wall with his fingers as he walked. Well, if the place wanted them to paint, why not? Could have been a lot worse.

He stopped when he spotted a Ran. He takes a moment to study her, to see if he could guess if he's met this one.

...too thin.

Yep, he met this one.] Ran-neechan? [At least she seemed to be doing better.]

[stillpushingon.livejournal.com]

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Hi, Conan-kun.