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[are_too_holmes]

"Oi, Ran!" Here, Dressing Room, is a very aggrieved Conan, waving a school bag packed with karate paraphenalia and holding a lunch box. "You can't go to the tournament without your stuff! ... geez, do I have to do everything around -- here?"

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[is_not_watson]

And here, Conan, is your Ran, pinged by the shouts for his name in a very familiar tone. He sticks his head around the corner and blinks. It sounds like him, but...

"...Shinichi?"

[are_too_holmes]

Conan held out the school bag mutely. He was still trying to work out whether the marble lobby was a very convincing optical illusion, or if Mouri had renovated and he'd missed it.

"Your Dad redecorated?"

[is_not_watson]

It was his Shinichi. And he must have just gotten here. Ran grinned broadly from ear to ear, immensely relieved, and crouched down in front of his friend.

"Do you want the short weird version, the long weird version, or the really long, really weird version?"

[are_too_holmes]

Ran -- seemed far too happy. Conan set the bag of karate gear down. "No non-weird versions?" He asked, feeling he already knew the answer. "Give me the short version."

[taisho_tantei]

And here, Conan, walking running up to you is an equally (or possibly more) confused Hattori Heiji.

"Kudo! There you are! Do ya know what's goin' on?"

[are_too_holmes]

Sure about that? This Conan is pretty high in the confused stakes right now. He's not sure whether to shush Hattori or demand identification. "Uh, Niisan? Pretty sure you've got me confused with someone else. If you've got a case for Shinichi-niisan, Ran-niisan's covering till he gets back--"

[taisho_tantei]

"..."

Nope. This Hattori's pretty confused.

"..."

Make that really confused.

"You feelin' okay, Kudo?"

Someone should explain this place to him. Pity this Kudo can't do that.

[are_too_holmes]

"Edogawa Conan," Conan explained brightly. "And I'm fine." This place was rapidly giving him a headache, as was the use of his real name -- how did this guy know it? -- but he wasn't about to admit that. Where was Ran when he needed him?

He paused as a sudden suspicion occurred to him. Osakan accent, vague resemblance-- "Ne, are you friends with Heiji-neechan?"

[really_is_7]

Hey Conann.

Meet another Conan.

"Welcome to the weird hotel!" Conan greetd when he saw the confused look on this Conan's face.

What? He was used to the place by now.

[are_too_holmes]

This Conan clearly was not used to the weird hotel, as demonstrated by the way he was simply staring at his doppelganger, equal amounts of shocked and aghast.

"Edogawa Conan?" he said finally.

[really_is_7]

"Yep!" Conan chirped.

And he really WAS Conan too.

"I'm an alternate of you from another dimension."

[are_too_holmes]

It was such a bizarre feeling being on this side of Conan's bright-kid-ness. "How do you know that?"