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[ Today, the Mansion plays host to ... flowers: lots of flowers, of all color and description, and in every place imaginable. Some are ordinary, but others … well, should you breathe in their pollen—and make no mistake, you'll likely find yourself doing so by accident, particularly when a cloud of it drifts its way into the vents—you'll find something odd happening.

A memory of yours begins to play out … in front of you, projected like a movie for all to see and hear.

Oops! ]

Current Mood: confused

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[the Mansion seems to be favouring Aokos lately — here's yet another one, looking quite ordinary (which in itself is almost unusual, given the recent trend of newcomers), as well as very confused and not a little wary. She creeps along in her winter high school uniform, peeking into rooms and doing her best to be quiet]

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[ There's yet another Aoko in the Mansion today! Pay no mind to the two combat knives sheathed at her waist, or the patch over her left eye. Everything is perfectly okay.

. . . Except, perhaps, for the way she's eyeing the mysterious, prettily wrapped gift boxes that are flooding the lobby. ]

If I get my hands on a match, you can bet that every single one of you is getting torched.

Current Mood: scared

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Re: Your Brains

[It's early, very early in the morning — or perhaps very late at night, depending on your sleeping habits — when the first of the Mansion's inhabitants are pulled out of their pre-dawn slumber.

At first it's hard to tell what, exactly, roused you. It's still dark. Quiet, isn't it? Except for the sounds of other sleepy occupants.

Except... something seems off about that shuffling. That moaning doesn't quite sound like a person having restless dreams. The noises are increasing in number by the minute... and are they coming from outside?

Those wary enough to grope for a weapon will find one comes easily to hand — the Mansion isn't leaving anyone unarmed tonight. And one look outside a window is all it takes to convince you that you'll be needing it.

From the forest fog, the hordes are advancing.]

((OOC: Zombie invasion in the comm for Halloween! Feel free to bring in any kind of zombie type you like, from Night of the Living Dead style to Left 4 Dead style to Zombie Hunters style [tw: gore] to Jane Austen style. Be as ridiculous or serious as you like. Have at.))

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hakuba saguru

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[Here again. Thankfully, he's human today, much more convenient than his seal form.

The mansion seems less crowded than before, or at least he's running into fewer people than last time. Just his luck. In a form where he can easily interact with humans, but none around to talk to.]

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[Someone has discovered the wonders of modern fans.

That is to say that the fans the mansion provided against the summer heat have all been appropriated and taken to the library where they have been set up around a sofa. A familiar yukata-clad figure is hard at work, sitting on that sofa weaving sandals out of straw. His yukata is somewhat travel-stained, but he is cheerful, sword quietly placed within hands reach but not prominently so and a stack of reading material set beside the sofa for later. The choice of current occupation is new, but nothing about the rest of this scene is at all unusual for this particular Shinichi.

Well, there is something a little out of place. Just visible beneath the folds of his yukata is a bundle of cloth, cradled sling-like against Shinichi's chest. Occasionally the bundle shifts, Shinichi pausing in his work until it settles again.

He is open to pausing for conversation, providing said conversational partners can keep their voices low. Come, bother!]

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[ It may only be morning, but this blue-clad Aoko seems to having far too good a time playing around in . . . a cocktail bar?

Tongue between her teeth, leaning close like a scientist over a petri dish, she carefully drizzles s a teaspoon of baby pink liquid over this. ]

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[There's mistletoe in the Mansion today.

There's mistletoe everywhere.

And it's multi-colored!

It's hard to avoid, and, should you find yourself underneath it, you may just find yourself stuck. Under a sprig of red? Maybe all it takes is a gentle, chaste kiss to free yourself. Under a sprig of pink? Maybe it'll take something a little more. Under blue? Maybe you'll find that your kisses share a little unexpected—emotions, or memories . . .]

((Unofficial mistletoe event! Play with it however you want, and feel free to make up your own colors of mistletoe!))

Current Mood: giddy
Current Music: Sing Sing Sing

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It's late evening when this particular clamour starts rising from the Mansion's lobby. It's a happy one, filled with excited, giddy tones that briefly change to surprise and annoyance before slipping into teasing and affection.

The culprits happen to be one Kaito Kuroba and Aoko... well, normally one would assume Nakamori, but Kaito's jacketless suit and the short, white dress and white roses that Aoko is wearing might suggest otherwise. And if those didn't, the close, doting way they're hovering around each other — and the matching rings glinting on their left hands — would.

They're tousled and a little tired-looking, but there's still a strong spark in Aoko's eyes as she makes a face at her companion, her arm comfortably hooked in his. "I can keep up just fine, Bakaito, even with a detour."

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[ There are a lot of ways to indulge one's curiosity in the Mansion.

This Aoko—who looks tanned, outdoorsy, and is wearing a teal-colored outfit—has chosen the route of . . . snooping into everybody's dressing rooms. ]

I wonder what's in this one . . .

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[It's not the library bookshelves but the deep fireplace that is the focus of this Conan's attention. He's sitting a few metres away from the lit wood, watching the interplay of the flame and feeling the heat on his body. It's a necessary reminder that he's there, that he's alive -- but it doesn't reach within.

Lost in his thoughts, this new arrival to the mansion continues to watch the flames. Fire has taken on a new meaning since the camping trip but tonight he doesn't shy away. He simply watches and reflects.

He could be here awhile.]

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*Heiji's jerks awake instantly, an aura of ~wrongness~ settling on his shoulders like a shroud. He knows right away that this wasn't where he fell asleep, but a quick assessment tells that he wasn't actually moved. Everything he owned was still in place on his person, and certain bits of it were definitely things that scavengers would steal, not to mention the people hunting him.

Some of the residents of the mansion may remember seeing him before, though now he is dressed in mismatched, thrift store layers. They're all easy to move in, some of it cut here or there to be sure of that, but where he came from must have been cold. His knapsack is strapped to his chest, and flattened with a piece of duct tape to keep it from moving. The zipper on it is broken and it's held closed with twine. An empty gun holster peaked out from under his left arm, the gun itself held tightly in hand hidden behind his knees. There's the hint of old scars on what little skin is exposed.

Despite what must have been a very light and interrupted rest, Heiji looks completely alert. He cases the alcove he finds himself in and slowly unfolds himself. This looked...oddly familiar.*

Am I...

*his voice is a little hoarse, but for those who has seen him before, he is looking much less injured. :D*

No, this can't be.

*he moves swiftly through the first door he comes to and turns in place, surveying the lobby with a growing unease.*

Kazuha!

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[ There's an Aoko sprawled on a sofa in the lounge today, hair in pigtails and simple wooden staff within easy reach. She's wearing an old-fashioned burnt orange dress. . .

. . . But what is that magazine she's reading aloud from? ]

"So we got real men to give us a private tour of their spank banks and share the naughty story that plays on a near constant loop inside their dirty, dirty minds. . ."

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[. . . the doors in this particular Mansion hallway are doing something strange today. Instead of lining up neatly on the walls, side by side, as they should be, they seem to be. . . scattered across the ceiling. Who the heck in this mansion can reach doors that are on top of the ceiling?]

[Well, despite that, one of them seems to be open, and a Kaito clad in a pink suit jacket, pink and black striped pants, and knee-high black boots is leaning out of it. He is also sporting a bandage around one arm and a nice bruise on his chin]

Heh, I think I could get used to how often the things in my life ignore the laws of gravity~ Oi! You! Yeah, you!

[He waves, because yes, he is addressing you]

Hello, down there!

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[ Hey guys! ]

[ Guess who is meandering around outside! ]

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edogawa conan

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[ If you venture into the kitchen Conan is sitting against the counter by a bowl of oranges as he flips through a pocket-sized notebook. ]

[ Something interesting though, his hands seem to bandaged, his left arm is in a sling and for some reason his middle is also bandaged. ]

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kuroba kaito

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[It's been a while, mansion.

Kaitou KID grins, monocle catching light that isn't there, eyes shadowed by the brim of his hat. He's in a study, one that should have been on the thirtieth or so floor, but is now on the second. There are piles and piles of items scattered through the study, sorted out by owner. Mounds of things that don't belong to him, bowties and wristwatches, loose change and wallets, gems and carved statues.

If you've missed anything recently, if you put something down and lost track of it, it's probably here.]

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kuroba kaito

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[Look, it's a Conan!

actually no it's not. Despite the glasses, this particular seven(?)-year-old doesn't quite look like Conan. Maybe it's the messy hair. Maybe it's that he's walking down the hallway on his hands.]

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Intro for this guy.

Kenta came through one of the many doors in one of the lower floor corridors, but now he's lost. He didn't think the place he was in was so big-!

"Hello? Hello....?"

He'll just keep wandering around and randomly opening doors until he can find someone to tell him what's going on.

[ooc: So, this is Kenta! As in, from the Knightmare heist. But he's sort of crossed over with Marvel. :'D And he needs a tag.]

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Someone's found the music room...

...And the sound of the violin he picked up can be heard wafting through the halls.

For some reason the music the mansion provided him with isn't even available yet in his time period - he thinks it's just good to play.

Unlike Shinichi, though, he isn't tone deaf, so the piece - from the Shire, the first Lord of the Rings movie - is being played properly.