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central_librarylogs2017-02-18 06:22 pm
spoilsfun) wrote in central_librarylogs2017-02-18 06:22 pm
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Who: Conan Edogawa and You
What: A tiny detective arrives.
When: After the Valentines event
Where: Main Reception Room
Warnings: Probably not?
When Conan suddenly finds himself blinking in the middle of something that looked for all the world like the reception room for a grand abandoned library, he could only assume that he had been kidnapped.
Again.
Granted, the culprit this time seemed to have much more refined tastes that the usual brand of criminals.
He frowns as he hears the whisper. Save us? What kind of cry for help was that? If someone had gone to all the trouble of bringing a detective here, the least they could do was present the details. Who, when, where. Even a detective couldn't do anything without clues.
He holds a moment in hopes of hearing something else, but when nothing else happens he sets off across the cracked tiles, pausing every now and then to investigate the wood paneling and the wrought iron railings and staircases. Perhaps later he would explore the wings in more detail.
But he would be starting with the reception desk. People often forgot how much useful information could be left behind on abandoned paper pads and desk drawers. .
What: A tiny detective arrives.
When: After the Valentines event
Where: Main Reception Room
Warnings: Probably not?
When Conan suddenly finds himself blinking in the middle of something that looked for all the world like the reception room for a grand abandoned library, he could only assume that he had been kidnapped.
Again.
Granted, the culprit this time seemed to have much more refined tastes that the usual brand of criminals.
He frowns as he hears the whisper. Save us? What kind of cry for help was that? If someone had gone to all the trouble of bringing a detective here, the least they could do was present the details. Who, when, where. Even a detective couldn't do anything without clues.
He holds a moment in hopes of hearing something else, but when nothing else happens he sets off across the cracked tiles, pausing every now and then to investigate the wood paneling and the wrought iron railings and staircases. Perhaps later he would explore the wings in more detail.
But he would be starting with the reception desk. People often forgot how much useful information could be left behind on abandoned paper pads and desk drawers. .
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"Looking for information is the best way to figure out what is going on."
He eyes the rather strange looking person who had joined him with some curiosity. Was that a prehensile tail? How had that been managed? Had she been on the way to a costume contest?
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"Oh, I'm not arguing that," she knows quite well how much that can be needed. Thumbing open the book, the tail took to resting along the surface. "Though I do know people usually prefer if you ask around first. Especially when you're in a place where you shouldn't just go opening books wherever you find them."
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He keeps observing her, trying to figure out the mechanics of how she was doing that.
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