Heiji was early. Shinichi was glad; he'd been stewing over what Venkman had said since this morning, and it would be great to finally be able to talk to someone about it. Yes, it made sense that they knew about Conan. He'd even figured as much. It was something completely different altogether to just hear it like that, though.
"Hey," he said, opening the door for his friend. "Come in for a couple minutes, okay? We need to talk."
Once Heiji was inside, he shut the door. Maybe he was being paranoid, but old habits died hard and he didn't want anyone overhearing.
"I had therapy today. My doctor's name is Venkman. Peter Venkman. He knows about me being Edogawa Conan. Hell, it's all over my damn file for anyone to read if they look hard enough. I'm pretty fucked."
Heiji blinked when Shinichi ushered him in, wondering what was so important that Shinichi had to talk about it right this second. Of course once he'd started it made perfect sense. A doctor knowing about 'Conan'? Probably a very, very bad thing.
"Venkman, huh?" Heiji frowned and crossed his arms. "I haven' heard anythin' 'bout 'im. As f'r your file, though, we're headin' t'the file room t'night, why don'tcha just take it with you? Then they'd at least have t'print a new one, and who knows when they'd realize it was gone. Prob'ly when y'get another injury'r have another therapy session."
Unless they did some kind of weird morning-inventory of every single file ever. Which sounded like a whole lot of pointless work for a staff that wasn't aware of what went on at night and therefore, wasn't aware that patients were stealing files.
"Come t'think of it, th'last time I got my own file was a while ago. I should prob'ly get mine too, jus' in case it mentions you'r anythin' that c'n lead 'em to you."
"I think he's new," Shinichi supplied distractedly. He hadn't heard about Venkman before today, either. There were others whose names he recognized from past lists on the board, and he didn't remember a 'Venkman' ever coming up. It wasn't exactly a common name by any stretch of the imagination; it would have stood out to him before
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"I know, I know. It'd freak me out too," Heiji said, trying to sound more comforting and less like Shinichi was, in fact, screwed. If this Venkman guy knew about Conan and he did talk to other people about it (and he'd met some rather unscrupulous doctors in his so-far-short lifetime), it probably would get back to someone who Shinichi didn't want knowing. Which was pretty much everybody, but who was counting at this point?
"Okay. Say he's a dickwad of a doctor and totally blows off patient-doctor confidentiality," Heiji said, trying to walk this through his mind. "Even if he's talkin' 'bout Jimmy Doyle, you 'n I are th'only guys from 'Conan's' universe. They might track it back t'you, but weren' you crazy-careful 'bout where Conan was seen and stuff? Maybe this Black Organization thing doesn' even have Conan on their radar. Maybe you--I'd be more concerned 'bout your real name than Conan's, t'be honest."
When he stepped out the door, Brainiac 5 was in an unusually good mood. He had a new outfit that, while not the same as his Coluan armour, was much better than the normal Institute fare and also looked like something he would have chosen given the opportunity.
But more importantly he had a Legion flight ring. Of course it didn't actually allow flight any more, nor any of the other multitude of functions he'd built into it and, in fact, didn't seem like to be anything other than a golden ring with the Legion symbol on it, but he felt better just for having it. It reminded him that, even though he was separated from his friends by a vast amount of time and space, he couldn't forget them or what they all stood for.
Taking one final look down at the ring's gleaming surface, Brainiac 5 adjusted his grip on his pipe and the pillowcase wadded around one end of it and headed off down the hallway.
Part of Alkaid was a little embarrassed to wear this outfit [without the weird back fan] and show off so much around this place, especially since no one had the bangin' body she did. It made sense, of course, since her PC wasn't really, y'know, real, and real people didn't have bodies like this. She wasn't trying to impress anyone, though - definitely not! Most of the guys here weren't even that cute.
She decided that if One-Eyed Sparkles made one comment about Busty Asian Beauties she'd sock him in the face and get the hell out of here.
So... here it went. She tapped her flashlight against the door a couple times, holding her bat and pillowcase in her other hand. Hee hee, maybe she'd be able to push inside and see his room. A pervert like him probably had porno all over the walls, which he took down when the nurses popped in and put back up when they weren't looking. Wouldn't surprise her.
Badou padded to the door wearing little more than a pair of skinny jeans and half a cigarette and a self-satisfied grin. What he'd been doing before this point wasn't immediately evident, but the institute-standard grey slacks were stuffed somewhere under his bed with the copy of Busty Asian Beauties that may or may not have finally been put to good use.
He pulled the door open all the way, his shirt balled in one hand, already grumbling before he even laid eyes on her. "Call every monster in the holy tits." He dragged his eye up to her face. It insisted on another sweep. Congratulations, you're a pedo now.
"What the hell happened to your shirt. That's like..." He gave in and just talked to her chest. "Excuse me, do you even understand what gravity is?"
"Hey, how's it-" What the --- ... Had he forgotten to put his shirt on?! Alkaid, being the short, short girl that she was - even with the heels on her tabi boots - got an eyeful of skinny-ass chest, his red hair dangling over it just so...
Ugh, what the hell. What the hell. Her eyes darted back up to his face, when she promptly realized he was staring at her chest as well... did he just say holy tits??
She didn't cover them up or anything. Why would she? Instead, she just switched hands with the flashlight fast enough to raise a fist threateningly. "H-hey, don't underestimate me when I say I have a big surprise! It just happened to be miraculous this time, that's all!"
Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. When was he going to see past the boobs? There was a real, honest-to-goodness girl behind them!! And they weren't her real boobs, anyway...
"So I sure hope you're not tryin' to impress me or anything. You're wearing even less clothes than I am."
"That's a big surprise." Badou replied stupidly, staring at the fist that was now blocking a direct line of sight to the boobs. Having spent the last few minutes with similar surprises on-hand, he shook his head and decided maybe he needed to go through that magazine more than once every two weeks to get it all out of his system. What the hell was Alkaid wearing? It looked good on her, yeah, but... holy tits. They were going to fall right out of that if she got into a fight. Did she know that? Fuck, he was going to have to dig up an extra shirt
( ... )
Wally shifted from foot to foot, making sure his boots fit nicely and weren't going to cause any discomfort while running before he began a series of quick stretches. The movements were more from deeply-ingrained habit than anything else though. Part of the process of putting on the bright red and yellow suit he was currently wearing. It felt weird though; like it was good and bad at the same time. Good because it'd been a while since he'd worn his costume and he'd missed it, but also a little bad because it felt weird to put it on and know that he'd have to be careful about using his powers. He couldn't just zip from place to place in a blur of speed. Not any more. And putting on the suit just to walk from one place to another felt pretty stupid
( ... )
Soubi practically jumped up when the intercom sounded and the doors unlocked. He didn't have anything with him, not even a torch. So he headed straight for the door with a quick goodbye. Realising it was a little TOO quick, he stopped and smiled over his shoulder at Demyx.
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"Hey," he said, opening the door for his friend. "Come in for a couple minutes, okay? We need to talk."
Once Heiji was inside, he shut the door. Maybe he was being paranoid, but old habits died hard and he didn't want anyone overhearing.
"I had therapy today. My doctor's name is Venkman. Peter Venkman. He knows about me being Edogawa Conan. Hell, it's all over my damn file for anyone to read if they look hard enough. I'm pretty fucked."
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"Venkman, huh?" Heiji frowned and crossed his arms. "I haven' heard anythin' 'bout 'im. As f'r your file, though, we're headin' t'the file room t'night, why don'tcha just take it with you? Then they'd at least have t'print a new one, and who knows when they'd realize it was gone. Prob'ly when y'get another injury'r have another therapy session."
Unless they did some kind of weird morning-inventory of every single file ever. Which sounded like a whole lot of pointless work for a staff that wasn't aware of what went on at night and therefore, wasn't aware that patients were stealing files.
"Come t'think of it, th'last time I got my own file was a while ago. I should prob'ly get mine too, jus' in case it mentions you'r anythin' that c'n lead 'em to you."
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"I know, I know. It'd freak me out too," Heiji said, trying to sound more comforting and less like Shinichi was, in fact, screwed. If this Venkman guy knew about Conan and he did talk to other people about it (and he'd met some rather unscrupulous doctors in his so-far-short lifetime), it probably would get back to someone who Shinichi didn't want knowing. Which was pretty much everybody, but who was counting at this point?
"Okay. Say he's a dickwad of a doctor and totally blows off patient-doctor confidentiality," Heiji said, trying to walk this through his mind. "Even if he's talkin' 'bout Jimmy Doyle, you 'n I are th'only guys from 'Conan's' universe. They might track it back t'you, but weren' you crazy-careful 'bout where Conan was seen and stuff? Maybe this Black Organization thing doesn' even have Conan on their radar. Maybe you--I'd be more concerned 'bout your real name than Conan's, t'be honest."
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But more importantly he had a Legion flight ring. Of course it didn't actually allow flight any more, nor any of the other multitude of functions he'd built into it and, in fact, didn't seem like to be anything other than a golden ring with the Legion symbol on it, but he felt better just for having it. It reminded him that, even though he was separated from his friends by a vast amount of time and space, he couldn't forget them or what they all stood for.
Taking one final look down at the ring's gleaming surface, Brainiac 5 adjusted his grip on his pipe and the pillowcase wadded around one end of it and headed off down the hallway.
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Part of Alkaid was a little embarrassed to wear this outfit [without the weird back fan] and show off so much around this place, especially since no one had the bangin' body she did. It made sense, of course, since her PC wasn't really, y'know, real, and real people didn't have bodies like this. She wasn't trying to impress anyone, though - definitely not! Most of the guys here weren't even that cute.
She decided that if One-Eyed Sparkles made one comment about Busty Asian Beauties she'd sock him in the face and get the hell out of here.
So... here it went. She tapped her flashlight against the door a couple times, holding her bat and pillowcase in her other hand. Hee hee, maybe she'd be able to push inside and see his room. A pervert like him probably had porno all over the walls, which he took down when the nurses popped in and put back up when they weren't looking. Wouldn't surprise her.
"Open up, ya damn smokestack!"
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He pulled the door open all the way, his shirt balled in one hand, already grumbling before he even laid eyes on her. "Call every monster in the holy tits." He dragged his eye up to her face. It insisted on another sweep. Congratulations, you're a pedo now.
"What the hell happened to your shirt. That's like..." He gave in and just talked to her chest. "Excuse me, do you even understand what gravity is?"
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Ugh, what the hell. What the hell. Her eyes darted back up to his face, when she promptly realized he was staring at her chest as well... did he just say holy tits??
She didn't cover them up or anything. Why would she? Instead, she just switched hands with the flashlight fast enough to raise a fist threateningly. "H-hey, don't underestimate me when I say I have a big surprise! It just happened to be miraculous this time, that's all!"
Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. When was he going to see past the boobs? There was a real, honest-to-goodness girl behind them!! And they weren't her real boobs, anyway...
"So I sure hope you're not tryin' to impress me or anything. You're wearing even less clothes than I am."
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"I'll see you later, ok?"
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