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[deductiongeek]

 Who: Conan and YOU
What: Nightmare
When: Now
Where: Inside Conan's mind

Conan gasps desperately for air as he skids around a corner, nearly falling into a puddle as he does so.  He is barefoot and dressed in a hugely oversized pullover and jeans, the clothing obviously intended to be worn by someone twice his height.  Blood is smeared halfway across his face, probably coming from a deep cut on his head.  

His surroundings seem to be what you might expect from any alley on such a dark and rainy night.  Dismal, dark and slick with rain.  But there is something wrong about the perspective.  Everything stretches high up into the sky, further than the eye can see in the darkness.

Carefully pulling up the trailing edges of his jeans, he presses himself up against the wall and listens for any sounds of pursuit.  

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[atadiscoverer]

Alley...

...Well, this was different. Very different. Carson has no idea how he got here, but it feels real, the rain falling on his face, the sudden sound of movement...

Carson whirls around and spots a familiar looking figure.

"...Conan?"

[deductiongeek]

"...Who?"

Shinichi shakes his head, wincing as the movement jars his head.

"Never mind. You need to be quiet. He might hear you."

[atadiscoverer]

Carson's just going to head on over, pressing against the wall.

"Who might hear us? What's going on?"

[deductiongeek]

"The man in black. I don't know his name."

He needed to get to Inspector Megure before that guy tracked him down again. Shinichi didn't know why that poison hadn't worked or why everything suddenly seemed so much larger. It had done something to him, the pain was enough to make him sure of that. And something was off with his perspective and his sense of balance.

He had the strong suspicion that he needed a hospital. But that could wait until he was sure that that guy wasn't coming after him to finish the job.

And that meant he had to separate himself from this guy. He wouldn't allow anyone else to get pulled into the danger he'd just found himself in.

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[huffythedragon]

Spike still isn't sure what was going on, other than the fact that maybe some people were going CRAZY. He glances around the alley, frowning in confusion.

"...Hello?"

[deductiongeek]

With a hitching cry Shinichi finally trips over his oversized clothing and falls into a puddle in the alley..

[atadiscoverer]

Carson frowns, looking around. He's no idiot. He's noticed the too-big clothes and the fact he doesn't recognise the name 'Conan'. What the hell is going on?

"You... You're Shinichi, aye?"

He has to get to the bottom of this...

[deductiongeek]

"How do you know my name?" His response is sharp and a little shrill in panic.

[atadiscoverer]

"Hey, hey. Take it easy." Hands going up. "I'm not going to hurt you... You don't remember me?"

[deductiongeek]

"Of course I don't! If we'd ever met before I would remember." His hand comes up again to wipe the blood out of his eyes.

[atadiscoverer]

"Okay. Well." Crouching down to be more on Conan's level. "My name is Carson. I'm a doctor. And..." He frowns slightly. "I think I know what might've happened to you."

[deductiongeek]

"I know what happened to me," Shinichi remarks acidly. "I was just the victim of an attempted murder. Now if you'll excuse me I need to contact the police before someone comes to finish the job."

[atadiscoverer]

"At least let me look at the wee gash on your forehead."

[deductiongeek]

"It isn't safe to stay in one place that long. He was right behind me."

[atadiscoverer]

"We can move and find another place. It'll only take a minute."

And folding his arms now. "Aren't you wondering why everything seems bigger?"

[deductiongeek]

"They drugged me with something that was supposed to kill me. Its quite possible I'm hallucinating."

[huffythedragon]

Holy cow it's Conan! Spike runs over to him.

"Conan! Hey buddy are you okay?" because seeing a talking purple dragon will totally help his mental state.

[jimfromit]

Well this was...unexpected.

Jim got to his feet and observed his surroundings. Had the castle actually sent him back home before he shot himself?

He gave the air a sniff....No. It didn't feel like London. It didn't feel like his London.

He stares calmly into the distance, not even acknowledging the rainwater dripping down his face....he thinks he can see a figure in the distance.

[deductiongeek]

Conan laboriously climbs back to his feet. He holds himself still for a moment, trying to catch his breath as he waited for the world to stop spinning.

He stares at Spike without comprehension at first, before finally looking away.

"Ah, hallucinations must be a side effect of the poison. Or perhaps this is because of the possible concussion. The blow to my head could have had that effect."

[deductiongeek]

Not London. Beika-cho in Tokyo, Japan. Although the darkness and oddly warped perspectives make any distinguishing features very difficult to recognize.

Conan by this time had fallen into a kind of tunnel vision, only dragging himself one step at a time as he tried to keep himself from tripping over his two large clothing or falling due to the ever present dizziness and disorientation. But he had to keep moving. He didn't have time to worry about what had been in that poison or what it was doing to him. That man was right behind him. He was being chased, he was sure of it.

[huffythedragon]

Spike blinks at that. It's not the first time he's been called a hallucination in Paradisa and he's sure it won't be the last, but he never expected Conan to say it.

"Bro, what are you talking about? It's me, Spike," he pauses. "You know, the ONLY little purple dragon you know."

[jimfromit]

So it was Conan...interesting.

Ok so they hadn't official met during his seven month stay at Paradisa, but Jim Moriarty doesn't have to meet somebody to know what they look like.

Time to test exactly how much of a great detective he really is. Time to put on his civilian face.

He holds out an arm to stop Conan from falling directly into him.

"Whoa there little guy...where’s the fire?"

[deductiongeek]

"Get out of here!" The boy's tone is sharp and unchildlike, in odd contrast with his young face and the way his too-big clothes hang off his body in huge folds.

"There is no fire, but it isn't safe here. No for anyone."

Normally he would have recognized Moriarty. The criminal hadn't been the only one to indulge in a little investigation in recent months. But right now, in this nightmare, Shinichi was trapped in the mindset of who he had been this night. He remembered nothing of the castle.

[workaphilic]

He's not that bothered by these abrupt and strange shifts of the environment. It's part a natural tendency to blend in with the scene set by a dream, and part his unwillingness to turn down a new game. (He was bored.) He hangs back by the wall, and observes as he always does: calmly and silently.

Until movement in his periphery catches his attention, he turns to get a better look, and--

Oh.

This will be interesting.

[deductiongeek]

Someone was watching him. Shinichi had learned to recognize that particular crawling sensation.

The question was, was this the man in black? His accomplice? Or was this someone else entirely?

He flattens himself up against the wall and looks around warily.