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

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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]

"There was an accident at a heist. Our... mutual friends had some machinery set up by the docks."

Kuroba's tone was quiet, inwardly reflective, his headmates silent for once.

"I though it would make a fine clue to be tripped over." An idle shrug, the casualness of it evidence enough to those who knew that Kaito felt more deeply than he was showing.

"In the chaos, it got turned on... and well. I'm not even sure what it did."

[just-add-aptx.livejournal.com]

"And it wound up with 'me' in a coma, and you with an eyepatch."

There was something there. Something. Too casual.

[1stpersonplural.livejournal.com]

Kaito blinked in surprise.

"No, the eyepatch was after that." He flapped his hand, looking just the tiniest smidge embarassed. "Completely unrelated circumstances not involving a heist that are rather embarassing and don't bear repeating."

And hey, avoiding awkward questions -is- completely unrelated.

Sort of.

Not at all.

Shhh.

[just-add-aptx.livejournal.com]

"Oh?"

Hiding something. He's hiding something. Maybe. Won't tell what the eyepatch is. Won't tell why. It's not normal.

"Most versions of you don't have an eyepatch. Therefore, it's more than likely related in some way."

[1stpersonplural.livejournal.com]

"Would you believe a tale about an unfortunate incident with a turkey baster?" asked Kaito hopefully.

[just-add-aptx.livejournal.com]

... with a....

...


"No."

[1stpersonplural.livejournal.com]

"Drat." Kaito snapped his fingers, looking disappointed, then hunkered down next to Conan.

Hakuba, Hattori, stay out the way? I'd rather not reveal my whole hand at once.

Kaito felt more than heard their agreement, Shinichi shifting, pressing against him mentally.

"Okay," he said, facing Conan.

"Kudo Shinichi, meet..."

Always one for the dramatic, he lifted his eye patch, revealing his completely black eye with (hopefully) a blue iris flickering into life.

"Kudo Shinichi."

[just-add-aptx.livejournal.com]

There was nothing underneath the eyepatch. Just... missing.

Until there was blue. Blue-on-black and....

"I'm in your head?"

[1stpersonplural.livejournal.com]

"Point to the kiddie in the front!" Kaito grinned, then, not able to be bothered to stand up, sat on the floor.

"Do you know how annoying you get?"

Advantages of having Shinichi this close mentally meant he could feel every twitch that the detective made, and thee was a muted grumbling coming from his direction.

[just-add-aptx.livejournal.com]

"Me. In your head."

That... could be bad. He was going to have to be careful, so very careful around this one. It hadn't taken him too long to realize that the majority of the other versions of Kudo Shinichi (shrunken or not) were really just detectives. That he was very different.

He was going to have to be so careful here.

[1stpersonplural.livejournal.com]

"Yep!" Yes, Kaito decided, he was going to continue to be painfully cheerful about this. He tugged the eyepatch back in place, tilting his head a little as he looked at Conan.

"Need more proof?"

[just-add-aptx.livejournal.com]

"Is it reversible?"

Being shrunk, and then being inside the head of this guy? He'd go insane. Totally insane.

Proof? Like what? Talking to himself?

[1stpersonplural.livejournal.com]

So Conan didn't want proof. Or, not yet at least.

He's still taking it in, Kuroba, came the sour comment from Shinichi.

"We're working on it," said Kaito to Conan. "We'll find something soon," he added with a cheerful smile.

Ya hope...

We -will-.

[just-add-aptx.livejournal.com]

"Did Sherry know anything about it?"

That would be... half a test. There was no way Kuroba would know Haibara's old codename without him telling the magician.

[1stpersonplural.livejournal.com]

"So you do want more proof~ Tantei-kun, you should ask nicely in future." Kaito's tone was gently chiding, his broad smile at odds with it. He continued, showing up the detective a little with Conan's information.

"In answer to your question, Shiho-chan doesn't know."

[just-add-aptx.livejournal.com]

"I meant about the machine. She might have heard about it or worked with it before. Have you even bothered to ask?"