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[deductiongeek]

 Who: Conan and Anyone
Where: A closet somewhere in the castle
What: A certain someone finally had enough of Conan and finally locked him in a closet while everyone else dealt with the gentlemen. 
When: This morning

Somewhere in the castle there is a loud crash as a closet door is smashed open from the inside by a soccerball. There are two more crashes as the door falls to the ground and as the soccerball rebounds off the opposite wall.

Finally Conan staggers out of the closet and very unhappily looks around the hallway.

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[wizard_redfive]

A short walk away, Dairine is lying on one of the lobby sofas, one arm dangling off the edge. She hadn't used as much energy on this mission as she had others, but between the invisiblity spells and emotional toll, the evening had drained her. Dairine had only meant to sit down for a minute, but that ended up with her crashing there for the night.

Of course, at a distance all one can see is a motionless body, which if one did not know that the killings had stopped could be quite alarming indeed.

[deductiongeek]

[That was not a sight Conan ever wanted to see. Immediately he rushes over to her and checks her pulse.]

[wizard_redfive]

[Aww, Conan. She knew you cared. :')

The heartbeat at her pulse is steady enough, though he'll have to check it quick as it's not long before she quickly pulls her arm back to cover her head, muttering something about "Not yet, Neets" while half-asleep.]

[iaimtomisbehave]

Mal's on his way to the bar, because if ever there was a time to drink, this would be it. When the kid falls out of the closet, he always doesn't stop. When had he grown a damn conscience? He rolls his eyes and looks at the kid.

"You alright, son?"

[deductiongeek]

"I'm fine! Can you tell me what happened in the last day? A really mean person locked me in here yesterday."

[iaimtomisbehave]

"Who would lock a kid in a closet?"

Mal narrows his eyes.

"Wasn't one of those things, was it? If it was, you got out lucky, son."

[silentrunning]

[Just your luck, Chell happens to be walking by... She skitters backward in total surprise as Conan staggers out of the closet and gives im a raised eyebrow look.]

What the ...? How'd you get in there?