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Kaitou Kid opens a doorway and stumbles in without looking. Everything about him appears normal, the hat, the monocle, the suit, the cape, all except his customary poker face. That was missing, which was understandable since he was walking like a drunken cat.

Oh, and there were bloodstains on him. Brown splotches of dried blood were mainly concentrated around his suit's collar. If one looked carefully, there was even some on his neck. Yet strangely, no wound was anywhere in sight.

Kid staggers blindly over to a couch, and it would seem that the sight of the furniture gave him pause. "Did I enter the wrong house...?" His words came out weak. As if he had no strength to continue, he collapsed down into the maroon colored cushions with a groan. The thief didn't even bother to look around to confirm or deny his theory. If there was anyone else in the room, he didn't notice.

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Shinichi nodded. "I'm sure you'll meet some of the others soon enough. Maybe even another you."

"You could say that," he said wryly. "We're friends. We trust each other, and if that's hard enough to believe, Hattori and Hakuba even tolerate each other's presence nowadays."

"I'm sure he could learn to be. He just needs the right kind of incentive. After all, it was Holmes himself who said that once we eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. Right?" He was grinning at the end, though, knowing how annoying the thief found his incessant references to Holmes and Doyle.

"Yes, I am a detective. The other me said he wasn't because he came from a world where he's a samurai. Or at least training. Or something." He took a deep breath. "If you talk to the ones who like technobabble, they'll call this place a Multidimensional Nexus, or something like that. But most of the time we just call it the Mansion - because that's what it is. Great big mansion, loads of rooms that move around, endless amount of corridors and rooms. Whatever we need, whatever we want. So long as we don't try for anything specific. Like the blood - not from anyone, but it appears whenever I go looking for it. Or whenever I expect it to be there, which is sometimes just as annoying as it is useful."

He sat down then, leaning back against the wall.

Kid sipped the blood and listened intently as the chibi explained the workings of the place to him. At the mention of the improbability of Hakuba getting along with the hothead, Kid grinned a little. "Sounds like Kaitou Kid has it a lot easier in your world," he concluded a little wistfully.

The packet was empty by the time the chibi finished, and he was feeling well enough to make the empty bag 'disappear' in a little puff of smoke. "Well, sounds like I got myself transported to a multidimensional mansion. Interesting... but if it wouldn't trouble you, can you show me the way out? I can't seem to exit through the door I entered."

"Heh. You'd have to ask him that, if you came across him."

"...Sorry. That's the other thing. We don't know how we get here, and we don't get to have a say on when we go home. Although according to some of the others who've been here longer, we get back the moment we left. And without any memory of having been here, too." He shrugged. "No personal experience, unfortunately."

Kid opened his mouth but smoothly shut it again. Stuck then in a weird mansion with a nightmare amount of detectives and several of himselves too. This gave a whole new meaning to split personality. It was also

"But tantei-kun, how will they know they left here if they have no recollection of here? Or send word back, for that matter?"

"They came back, duh." So what if he was being childish - at the moment he looked like a kid. And it was Kuroba he was dealing with here. "They remembered once they got back. Here, not there."

(Also... ?)

Kid looked at the boy seated beside him and grinned sadly. "So it's possible to leave. You just haven't figured out how." It was a hope at least.

Giving in to an urge he had for a while, he reached out and ruffled the chibi's hair. Might as well choose a version that was safe to do so with, an advantage of multiple personalities. "Tantei-kun, why don't you show me around this mansion place?"

(OOC: Also... what?)

"It's possible. But I don't think it's a matter of us figuring it out - it's more a matter of 'it happens and we have not control over it'."

"O-oi! Stop that, you..." Grumbles faded into a very strong glare. "And are you sure you're ready for that yet? No offence, but you looked like you were in a state just a few minutes ago. Give it a few minutes or something, huh?" To illustrate his point, he grabbed one of the packs for himself.

(ooc: That sentance in the first paragraph cut off. Was wondering if there'd been anything missed out.)

"No matter the world, he still doesn't believe in miracles," Kid grumbled under his breath while he grabbed another pack of red. As much as he really hated to admit it, he was developing a taste for the stuff. Thankfully, his mind was working too hard on the mansion problem to be too disturbed by his newly acquired taste.

"I'm going to have to go exploring sooner or later." What he didn't say was he was trying to keep himself busy with this multidimensional world idea to not think about the other things.

(OOC: ACK! I didn't even notice that. It must have happened during the copy and paste. Either way, disregard it now.)

"Not when the so-called 'miracles' end up with me like this, I don't." This said almost cheerfully, and he's actually starting to relax for some reason.

"I'd advise later rather than sooner. It's hard enough having to deal with all of this when it's all new. Harder, I can only imagine, when you add all this to the mix. And what happened back there. So... care to tell someone who wants to listen about what happened?"

(ooc: Is fine. I'm going offline now, but I'll be back~)

"I'm talking about the good miracles. The ones that--" Kid gave the chibi a look and sighed dramatically. "Nevermind."

In a way, pokerface had returned during their talk. Bickering and chatting was a staple part of their interaction, and Kid took comfort in that. The tantei offering to hear his problems out, however, was definitely not. Kid glanced hesitantly at his pale companion from the corner of his eyes and pulled his top hat down further to shadow his face.

"I'm trying to not think about it," he whispered in the darkness of the room.

[OOC: That's okay. I'm heading to bed too. Looking forward to your reply tomorrow! Oh, start a new comment thread? Let's give ourselves some writing space.]

"Hey, no fair just cutting off like that. Go on. Tell me - what were you about to say?"

Poker Face. When it came to that, not reacting to the fact that he could practically see through it most of the time was merely a way of being polite. He wouldn't be about to disenchant this Kaito so quickly, though.

It was because of that though, that he opened his mouth, but chose not to say anything, instead settling for an understanding nod. "I can take that. Personal experience and all. But remember I'm hear to listen if you do. Vampires sticking together and all that, right?"

He smiled at the last. Even though it was actually happening to them, it still sounded surreal.

(ooc: Sure! I usually just use the 'reply' button from the email, though.)

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