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[deductiongeek]

Who: Conan and anyone who would have reason to go looking for him
Where: His room, #308
What: An attempt to destroy his journal. For science.
When: Now.

It was time.

Ever since Jennifer's comment to his own younger self, Conan had been thinking about this. For the last few weeks he had been carefully weighing the risks and benefits. There was a possibility that there could be consequences from the castle for deliberately choosing to destroy a journal. There was a possibility that doing this would permanently destroy his own journal, and the useful communication (and eavesdropping).

But the chance at discovering even the smallest hint of how the journal network functioned was too interesting to resist.

Conan carefully checks to make sure his door is closed, then moves to his desk and lays out his journal and some tools. A few scalpels of different sizes, a bright light, and a magnifying glass. He adjusts the light until it shines directly on the journal.

And then he carefully begins to cut the endpapers away from the spine.

Comments

[wizard_redfive]

Which about the point he'll hear a sudden POP sound from within the room.

A sound which is probably very familiar at this point.

"Yo, Conan. What's up?" Dairine says from where she suddenly materialized.

[deductiongeek]

He makes an annoyed sound and sets his scalpel down before turning around.

"Is it really so difficult to use the door?"

[wizard_redfive]

"You constantly lock it."

Not that it would make much difference to her. She's unlocked his door multiple times, even when he's changed locks.

[deductiongeek]

"I lock it when I don't want visitors."

That was a hint, Dairine.

[wizard_redfive]

"Which lately seems like every day." Don't think she hasn't noticed him being so anti-social. Dairine walks over to sit down on the corner of his bed. She peers past Conan's shoulder at the table he was working on.

"What're you up to?"

[deductiongeek]

"An experiment."

He shrugs.

"I have my reasons."

[wizard_redfive]

She squints at the display on the table.

"Is that the journal?"

[deductiongeek]

"Of course it is."

[wizard_redfive]

"What kind of experiment are you doing with it?"

[toobravehearted]

Conan hasn't been seen for quite a while.

At least not by him. If the Doctor was any other type of man, he might think that he was being avoided by Conan. Preposterous, of course, why ever would Conan do that?

Today finds the Doctor knocking on Conan's door, dropping by to see how he is doing.

[deductiongeek]

Conan makes an irritated sound as he sets his work aside and jumps off his chair to go answer the door. He jumps up slightly to grab the doorknob and swings the door open.

[toobravehearted]

And here he is, the man responsible for the irritated huff, or whatever that was, standing with his shoulder leaning against the jamb.

"Hello. Not busy, are you?"

[deductiongeek]

That depends on why you're here.

[toobravehearted]

He's mock affronted. "I think I'm offended. I thought I would drop by, see how you are, because you never call any more, and this is the reception I get? Conan. I'm disappointed."

[deductiongeek]

Conan backs away from the door, making it clear that he was welcome to come in if he wanted,

"Sorry, I've been busy recently."

But nothing that he wanted to talk about in the hallway.

[toobravehearted]

That's better. Bright smile as he steps inside.

"Thank you. Being a shut-in doesn't suit you. What have you been up to?"

[deductiongeek]

"Experimenting, mostly."

And trying to lay low. He did not want to get caught and cornered for questions by any of the people he'd run into on his recent deaging loss.

Especially Galadriel.

[forsometimenow]

Jennifer hadn't spoken to Conan in several weeks, and she hoped that he wasn't getting into trouble- because his being quiet either meant he was sulking or he was bored and looking for something to do.

So with that, she finally decided to check up on him- it was either that or keep brooding.

"Conan, it's me. You there?"

[deductiongeek]

"I'm here. Come in if you want."

[forsometimenow]

Jennifer lets herself in and closes the door behind her.

"Are you doing okay? You've been pretty quiet lately..."

[deductiongeek]

"I've been fine. I've just been trying to lay a little low after the last thing the castle did."

He puts his work aside and turns off the lamp.

[forsometimenow]

Jennifer looked at the book in his lap and blinked. Was that...

"But you're keeping busy, I hope?" she asked him pointedly.

[deductiongeek]

"Oh, I've been finding some things to do."

He sounded faintly smug.

[forsometimenow]

Jennifer leaned against a wall.

"Do I even want to ask? Or, more to the point, are you going to share?"

[deductiongeek]

"I'm investigating the journal."