The weather forecast for the Lobby today is fair with a chance of flying Hakubas- wait... what?

Right now, if you're in the general vicinity, you'll notice one flying straight through the doors.  He didn't seem to be there before, but there he is, mottled brown wings spread wide to attack something that had been there.  Now, however, the balcony is where his target once was - which is a rather large cause for alarm, making him backpedal and crash land.

Possibly onto whoever came to watch the show.

[OOC: This Hakuba is from the same AU as yami_no_kaitou .  Except from an earlier canon point.]

If you're of a type to look in the more unusual corners of the Mansion — namely down the far hallways or up to the ceiling — you may get a bit of entertainment today thanks to a pair of certain residents.


Those venturing down the long hallways on the higher floors might come across a simple wooden door, behind which seems be an assortment of sounds originating from a gym: squeaking shoes, clanging metal, and confident, uneven footsteps and harsh breathing from a single person.

Inside is a wooden floor and an assortment of blue landing mats, true, but it's not quite a gym. Few gyms have such a wide and varied (and tall) assortment of artificial rock faces. They tower up to the distant ceiling, marked only by infrequent hand- and footholds. Any potential grappling targets are high on the cement walls, on smooth areas without rock and far out of conventional reach. The center of the room is staggered with free-standing rock columns (many with their tops cut off at sharp angles, as if sheared by the downward force of a giant knife) and an assortment of grid metal poles that are climbable but precariously narrow. Various metal bars hang from the ceiling, occasionally providing the only possible path between the top of one structure and another.

One Shinichi Kudo of a middling twenty-something years of age is currently swinging from one of those bars, dressed in a thin long-sleeved shirt and simple black pants, and evidently not harnessed to a single thing. This doesn't seem to bother him much, as he gathers momentum in a final swing and then throws himself forward above and over a thirty foot drop to land lightly on one of the narrow poles. He wobbles a moment, his arms thrown out for balance, then quickly steadies and aims for his next landing target.



For those more inclined to greater heights, the Mansion's lobby is the place to be — or more specifically, the empty air above it, stretching upwards forever as the building's infinite staircases spiral up around the edges. Many, many, many many many many stories above the ground, a thick cord of webbing is anchored securely between one side of the grand stairwell and the other, forming a narrow tightrope path maybe 8-10 meters across.

Standing calmly on this cord, arms out for balance and already several meters away from safety, an Aoko Nakamori is steadily making her way across. She seems about as old as the Kudo from the gym, dressed in sneakers, capris, and a padded black vest over a blue tank top. She does have a harness, but it's a simple affair and not immediately noticeable: just a strong cord and a couple of carabiners, tethered to the main line at one end and Aoko's waist at the other. Even as you watch she slips, quickly catching herself by folding a leg over the rope and 'sitting' on it, and grumbling swears while she waits for it to stop swaying up and down.



((Tagging with both raider!Aoko and raider!Shinichi, simply state your preference by specifying the setting. The "gym" is rather reminiscent of one belonging to a certain Lara Croft, though it's a bit grander and not an exact match. Others may recognize Aoko's activity as highlining/slacklining.))

Makoto probably isn't the first to try this stupid act he's undertaking right now, nor is he likely going to be the last.

As it is, he looks to the chart in his hands (pen stored behind his ear for the moment), then down the hall, and then back to the chart before frowning.

"That can't be right..."

[OOC - I checked and double checked- though Shinichi and Makoto CAN sound similar, Makoto's tends to sound a tad higher, if at least less 'smooth'... However much sense that makes to you. For those who want maximum confusion fun though, you can use whatever you want as an excuse to call him that. ...I'm mean to my characters sometimes.]

If anyone's down in the kitchen tonight... some time around midnight... they might be in with a bit of a surprise.

There's a figure rooting around in the fridge.  One not dressed in black, but with white hair, in a light green turtleneck sweater and light jeans.  Certain things are being pulled out, and put to one side.

He's also got the air of someone who hopes he isn't going to get caught.

...

Catch him?

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-))

There's a great big white tiger in the middle of the hall. One would wonder how it got there, but most tend to simply run in the opposite direction when they see a tiger (particularly one as big as this, with teeth as big as his.).

They might not have to with this one though, as he seems to be preoccupied with rolling around with a strange paper bag, scattering dried leaves of sorts everywhere. The leaves have no effect on humans.

Tiger on the other hand... "Heheheeeeee~~"

Is very very pleased with whatever it's doing to him.

"Am I gonna come here everytime-ah! Ow, ow..."

Conan was hissing in pain and looking none too happy as he sat on a stool in front of a mirror in the infirmary. Currently treating a wound on his head and his arm. They go along so nicely with the bandaid on his cheek. "Guess I'm lucky I didn't break another table..."

Still, he never liked disinfecting injuries.

There is a Kazuha in a black suit today. She looks like she could be yakuza or a turk. She might be a bit odd, especially combined with the fact she's got a katana and a tanto blade.

The rage is probably more familiar.

"I do not need this right now! I have ta talk ta the scary snake almost god thing about the scary bear pervert one!" And shouting at the ceiling in the lobby. And glaring. Lots of that.

"...I know ya can hear me! I'm not even in a special room!"

Well here's a sight to avoid behold. A new room has appeared in the building, with impossibly high ceilings and nothing but floors and walls to otherwise grace it.

Oh and there are two... Things. Beating the crap out of each other. "HHHRRRAAAAAAHHHH-!"

One looked like a silver-haired 14 year old a few seconds ago, but suddenly there's claws and teeth and stripes, and the six-foot tall bird-thing he's chasing has a more or less human body. The tiger swipes- feathers fall and the bird-boy flips back onto his feet to charge, wings replacing themselves with arms as he moves to touch the ground with them...

"HN-!" And kicks 'tiger' in the face with talons!?! "How's that, 'Tora-ko'!?" Bird flips back to his feet, only to kick back to avoid a swipe from tiger- whose face, while bloody, is definitely still intact.

And most certainly grinning. "How about you get down here and I show you, MEGANE!?" Glasses and tiger cubs oh boy... Regardless, the 'bird', who took to the sky with big black wings again, looks to be charging in for close combat to counter the tiger's own...

And anyone who enters the room after hearing nothing but 'megane' and 'tora-ko' and 'chicken' and 'princess' will definitely be graced with the strangest if not slightly horrifying sight they've possibly seen. Both players in this game know what'll kill them- and they aren't on that list. So they aren't holding back in this spar.

AT ALL.

Pretty sure those walls were white at one point...

((OOC - You've probably guessed I write with prose for the most part- so go ahead and tag in 'action', I don't mind at all! (Be a bit hypocritical of me. :U ) ))

Did there ever used to be a garden on the first floor?  No?  Well, apparently there now is.  If someone is passing by that area, they might find the door to it, an ornate wood-carved piece of art.  If they decide to go in, it's... well, a garden.  Full of trees and bushes and flowers all over the place.  There's a pond in there, too.

And a white fox with green eyes is lolling about, just enjoying everything.

[ooc: I'm all right with the supernatural types figuring out some kind of connection between the fox and Gin, but please not too much at once?  I'd like to have some fun with this!  More information about him and his world is on his profile/in his journal.]