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

Entry tags:

!mod-event

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

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!]

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"You can do it too?" Shinichi is non-plussed. This definitely rules out echto-plasm. Not that he believes in that rubbish, but ... if Living can do this, what does it mean?

"... had any near-death experiences lately?"

"Ha ha." Speaking of non-plussed...

Ran decides to test of theory of 'the wall is doing it' and starts looking around for something not-wall to try painting on. There's a table a little further down, and he heads in that direction, gleefully trailing his fingers in angular criss-crossing patterns of green as he goes.

Then something occurs to him, and he turns his head to call back over his shoulder to his friend. "Hey, you're feeling okay, right? You aren't burned out again or anything, are you?"

He does indeed remember what was wrong the last time Shinichi was invisible for a prolonged period of time.

"Me? No, I'm fine." Shinichi fades in to give Ran a cheery wave before fading out again. "I saw my Ran again."

A second line appears on the wall, trailing after Ran's. "The occasion just seemed to call for not being seen."

"Your Ran?"

Ran stops and turns to look at Shinichi in surprise, suddenly feeling a bit trepidatious. It's been easy enough for him to deal with this Shinichi -- sure, he's a ghost, but he still looks and acts almost exactly like his best friend. And yes, the fact that he's dead still makes him a little queasy to think on... but his Shinichi is alive and well back home.

He's not sure how he would have dealt with meeting the ghost if that wasn't the case. And he isn't sure how the other Ran is doing it either. Especially since he knows exactly how this Shinichi feels about her (weird as it was and while it's given him a lot of insight on the situation he really isn't sure he'd want to go through that again).

But whatever life is like for this Shinichi's Ran, apparently the meeting went... okay, at least, if Shinichi's so cheerful.

"What happened?"

"She's here," Shinichi explains, unnecessarily. "Didn't I tell you?"

He's still invisible, but the marks appearing on the wall demonstrate that Shinichi has both paused and is not looking at Ran. A lopsided semi-circle becomes a smiling mouth with straight lines for teeth, two dots for eyes, and then the whole thing is contained in an outline of a stereotypical sheet-type ghost -- the end result is looks like a primary school kid's idea of a ghost with a slightly manic grin. "Nothing happened. We just had dinner together is all."

"But you're--" Ran stops, struggling for words. He can't bring himself to say 'dead on her world' or 'dead to her'. It just sounds too... cruel.

"I might not need to eat," Shinichi says loftily, passing Ran as he drifts down the hall. "But that doesn't mean I can't have dinner with my best friend."

...Ran had forgotten just how good Shinichi is at missing the point sometimes. Either that, or he doesn't want to talk about it. Either way, he gives up and decides that that's better left alone for the moment.

"So she's gotten used to this place already? When did she show up?" he asks, following along behind Shinichi. It feels incredibly strange to be asking after, well, himself like this, but he's curious.

"Not used to it," Shinichi says, and Ran should be able to hear the face he's making. "It's been -- harder for her. And I'm not sure. It doesn't seem like very long but it must be almost a fortnight by now."

Somehow, Ran isn't surprised to hear that it's been harder for his female self.

"Two weeks?"

But that is a surprise.

"Wonder why I haven't run into her yet?" he wonders aloud, pausing as his fingers trail over the hall table as they pass it, leaving streaks of green in his wake. Guess it isn't just the wall after all.

"I -- get the impression she hasn't been doing much in the way of exploring," Shinichi said, uncomfortably. But he can't resist teasing a little. "Your sense of direction isn't any better no matter what world you're from."

Ran gives him a look (or at least shoots a look in what he thinks is Shinichi's general direction), more than a little grumpy at the reminder. He had been lost in the mansion that first time Shinichi had gotten the drop on him with the ghost effects, after all. "Shut up."

...But he couldn't help being a little worried about his other self. "Who else has she met?"

"Let's see--" Shinichi's hand came to rest against the wall thoughtfully as he considered. "She mentioned talking things out with another Ran -- pretty sure the same Ran I met. The one that isn't you, I mean. Some of the Conan's -- which, I'm not sure -- and a girl me." Which is still a weird thought.

"Girl you?" That sounds familiar. "You mean Minori?"

Shinichi's double-take went entirely unappreciated -- this is what happens when you're invsible. "You've met her? What am I like?" Pause. "What on earth is the right pronoun for this?"

"Don't ask me," Ran retorted, still trying to figure that out himself. "And she's like... you. Except she's a girl."

And is kind of cute. But he's keeping that part to himself. He can barely even admit it to himself as it is.

Let's see, how else can he describe Shinichi to Shinichi...?

"She knows Haibara and everyone, and she never got shrunk," he continued, thoughtfully. "She doesn't have a Conan, either. Plus she acts kind of like your mom sometimes."

And then he grinned, wickedly.

"And she's got a crush on Hattori."

......That was okay to say, right? It's not like he's telling anyone other than Shinichi. Who... is Minori. Kind of.

Except not really.

"Acts somewhat like my--" Shinichi was still invisible, but his headshake was almost audible. "Do you know, I met a Hakuba who told me about a world where I decided to be an actor not a detective? Still died though."

Shinichi's reaction was everything Ran could have hoped for. "Hattori? Really? Detective from Osaka? That Hattori?"

"That Hattori," Ran responded smugly, positively gleeful over the tone he could hear in the detective's voice. Score one for the karateka.

The victory was somewhat marred, however, by his distraction by the other thing Shinichi had said. "There's another world where you... died?" That was an unsettling thought. "Which Hakuba?"

"That Hattori..." Shinichi echoes faintly. If he hadn't met the girl Hattori, he'd have a much harder time imagining it, but part of the problem was that he could.

"Right." Shinichi seized on Ran's question eagerly. "Hakuba from 1412's world. I've been researching."

Ran's expression went blank, all thoughts of teasing flown from his mind. The Hakuba from 1412's world... but wasn't that...

"Aren't you Conan in that world?" he asked, incredulous. They'd been talking about it the other day, how 1412 had spoken of his 'murdering chibi-chan'. Surely that meant that it had to be Shinichi; Ran couldn't imagine one of the 'real' Conans pulling something like that off, and Shinichi had seemed to be of the same opinion. "But doesn't that mean..."

If Shinichi was definitely 'dead' on that world, that meant that not only was that Conan an actor, which would probably make him even harder to spot, but he had very convincingly faked his death -- or, Ran realizes with a chill, had someone killed in his place.

Shinichi nodded, pleased that Ran got it immediately. "There's two possibilities. 1412 recognized me as Conan -- that could be because I am that Conan, or 1412 is mistaken. I favour the first option -- 1412's insane but he's not stupid."

"I'm starting to like this version of you less and less."

That was an understatement -- Ran was practically seeing red at the thought of what that Conan must have put his friends through by faking his death. What did the Ran from that world do? Or was he/she just as corrupt as the rest of them?

An evil version of himself. Ran couldn't help but feel a little sick at the idea. His karate was very powerful, and if another Ran had that ability and no scruples about using it on people...

"You're not the only one." Though it was strange. As long as the possibility existed that this was a Conan, Shinichi couldn't help but feel as concerned as he was angry. What on earth was going on?

"I -- haven't said anything to that Hakuba yet. He's -- there's something odd about him too. I don't know what it is yet. You should meet him, Ran."

"Probably..." Ran leaned against the painted wall, running a hand through his hair (and not even thinking that the mysterious paint might come off in it -- luckily, it didn't). "What's he like?"

"Like Hakuba. Only more so." Shinichi frowned, wondering how to properly explain him. "Usually he's pretty contained, but this one-- it's even more marked. And I still have the feeling that he's told me more than he might anyone casually. So if he finds out the Conan in his world might be a me -- he has to know. But we need his help."

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject