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[spoilsfun]

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. .

Comments

[dog_of_the_sun]

Ammy had always taken her responsibilities seriously. But that didn't mean she couldn't grab a nap. The main desk was perfect for it too, even if she had chosen to snooze under it this time, instead of on top of it.

So Conan won't have much trouble finding a large white wolf napping under the desk. With red sacred and ceremonial markings along her fur, and a glimpse of a deep blue disc hovering above her shoulders and back. That flared with a sun's corona.

[twominutes_older]

Sam felt a little on edge without specific projects to work on. After so many years, she was used to her medical practice or her research. The patrons' work in the Library felt a little like idleness to her and that sometimes made her jumpy. No one here would find either of the Grimms unusual - the non-fiction Librarian had promised that they would be safe here - but that didn't mean that not having something to focus on didn't make her slightly paranoid. Too many years on the run had that effect on a being.

So between cleaning, working on the Librarians' projects, and her own pet projects, she kept an eye on the reception desk during the times that were most likely for new patrons to arrive. Frowning when she noticed their newest arrival was a child, she ignored thoughts of orphans and being nearly alone at a too-young age, she walked toward the desk. "Did the Librarians bring your parents here too?"

[goodguess]

Part of the thing with soft soled shoes and already being the type that stepped lightly is that you often sneak up on situations without trying to. Though in reality it's curiosity after passing by the reception area that had the purple woman backtrack a few minutes later when Conan was 'rifling' through the desk.

By just hopping to sit on the surface as if nothing weird or suspicious was going on. "Ya know, most people would find snooping pretty rude," she started as the purple tail lifted and grabbed one of the books that was on the desk. To give it a passing glance. "I don't really see anything wrong with curiosity."