(Untitled)

[dynamic_brat]

[If you walk down the second floor corridor towards the grand staircase that leads down into the lobby, you'll notice that someone has appropriated some police tape to erect a makeshift barrier blocking the corridor. If you look over the barrier, you'll notice that something odd has happened to the unoccupied doorways on the left side of the hall.

Comments

[hisokakoji]

He already knows not to ask.

"...What are you doing..?"

[dynamic_brat]

[Conan huffs, not happy at being interrupted.]

Can't you tell? I'm--

[As he turns around and recognises who he's talking to, he stops, falling silent immediately.]

[hisokakoji]

Whaaaat, his red shirt is that identifiable?

Oh you meant his hair. Right.

He's eating a stick of dango too- which just happens to give that 'something in my hands close enough to a cigarette' look. "...What. You're 'what'?" He won't even ask why Okay, so he will but seriously...

what?

[dynamic_brat]

[Conan tied off the last of the police tape and stood.]

It's nothing. Goodbye!

[He turns and hurries off down the corridor.]

Okay... The sizing of everything works how?

[hisokakoji]

(( OOC - My brain is full of Conan sized vs Conan sized and now I am sorely confused. D: ))

"Hehh?" Don't mind if he runs/walks after you. "Oii! What, got something against me 'brat'?" Ffff like that's going to help your image..!

This Conan is an inventor -- made himself a shrinking gun.

[dynamic_brat]

[Actually Conan does mind, which is why he keeps walking.]

Yes. I don't want to talk to you.

AH. gotcha. -u-

[hisokakoji]

"Sheeesh... You 'Edogawas', all the same... 'Oh no, white hair, avoid~~~'" He scratches said hair/head with the dango stick. "Man... Can't even prove I'm a jerk before you call me one..." AH-

Why not just save them the trouble then..!?

Apologies about Conan! End here?

[dynamic_brat]

[Conan meanwhile has reached his intended destination, slipping inside the door, shutting it behind him and sliding the bolt home.]

Hahahaha, it's that or a tiger breaks through the door... :U

[hisokakoji]

((OOC - Besides. I have other torture devices characters. :3 ))

Koji stares at the door for a bit, before shrugging. Eh. Figures this would happen.

...

He's going to sit in front of your door and not move ALL DAY now.

[dynamic_brat]

((ooc: Unfortunately locking the door was only to gain Conan time to climb out the window. He's long gone.))

[hisokakoji]

((OOC - At least he has the world's best doormat for a day then? :U NOTHIN'S GETTIN IN THAT ROOM NOW. NOPE, NOPE...

Mind if I tag with another character then? :3 On which results in a far less flee-centered reaction? xD))

[dynamic_brat]

((Go for it! I will assume that time has passed and Conan's returned to cordon off this very dangerous armchair.))