[Event] Preparations for winter

[modoftruth]

What's this white fluttery stuff? It's white, it's fluffy, it's... snow?You look closer and lo and behold, it's snowing in the Mansion! The room doesn't feel cold, but really, it's true, there's snow falling down. Catch a flake, you can see its six cornered ice shape. Look at the ground, it's even gathering by your feet

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[stillkicksbutt]

[Not cold and not more than a foot, you say - but a foot is plenty when you have to roll through it instead of slogging through one step after another. Not to mention there's furniture to navigate. Also doors, and door jambs, and slippery tile, and stairs and... well, snow is generally tough enough outdoors without having to deal with it indoors as well.

But despite this unexpected difficulty, this wheelchair-bound Ran seems to be enjoying herself immensely. Sure, she has to work twice as hard to move a mere handful of feet, sweat is beginning to plaster her hair and shirt to her skin, and her arms are aching from the effort. But it's snow! Indoors. And it isn't even cold

wh-whoops

[phantomofathief]

[It's quite an art, walking on the crust of the snow, rather than simply sinking through the drifts. Kid is poised like a tightrope-walker, each footstep careful and precise and light as he pads along the corridors.

His face breaks into a smile as he sees the wheelchair-bound girl, any flicker of concern for her injuries hidden by the cheerful expression.]

"Miss Mouri! A lovely day, is it not?"

[He stops before reaching her, balanced on the toes of his shoes, cheerfuly respectful of her talent in kicking his butt.]

It's okay, I don't mind either form. XD

[stillkicksbutt]

[Which is just as well for him - dream or no dream, the vaguely familiar tone of voice has Ran whipping around in her seat before she realizes who her sudden visitor is (or as much as she can whip around with her chair firmly anchored in the snow - unfortunately, not much)]

K-Kaitou Kid!!

[She seems unsure of what to make of him at first. It's an awfully realistic dream, after all, and the thief has never made an appearance in her sleep before. Not to mention she hasn't forgotten that incident on the SS Selizabeth, and - and is he walking on top of the snow?

Awed, Ran tentatively relaxes, her hand drifting away from one of the metal Lofstrand crutches attached to the frame of her chair]

W-what are you doing here?

[phantomofathief]

Much the same as you, o lovely lady~

[He grins teasingly, tipping his hat a little to her.]

Enjoying the weather, seeing the sights... frolicking in the snow.

[He crunches a little closer across the powdery drifts -- always the gentleman, he is moving so she does not have to twist so to see him <3~]

[mahotantei]

[After having transformed back, Conan decided to wander a bit in the Mansion until...

Yay~! Snow!

He jumped ahead, not caring how the snow happened to be indoor, acting every bit the little boy he actually was, planning already to make a snowman.]

[stillkicksbutt]

[Not that that bothers Ran at all. She thinks it's absolutely adorable. And hey, that looks like fun!

It's rather laborious to push her wheelchair through the drifts, but Ran manages - arms that can punch through car doors aren't about to be stopped by a few feet of snow. Her chair, as always, makes a sound very unlike footsteps, which means she never has any chance of sneaking up on people, but that doesn't stop her from trying to creep up behind Conan to playfully tap him on the shoulder]

[mahotantei]

[He startles, having obviously not expected to be not alone and he turns to look who tapped him on the shoulder. R-Ran-neechan?! What is she doing in a wheelchair?! What happened?!

Oh wait a minute, Eight-niisan told him he is in interdimensional mansion, so it must be not 'his big sister'. Nevertheless, he is very glad to see another familiar face, even if she is not from his world. He beams at her.]

Ran-neechan! Look! Did you see all this snow? [Of course he knows she did but hey, it does not hurt to ask.]

[stillkicksbutt]

Yup! It's really pretty, isn't it? [she peeks around him, her hair spilling over one shoulder] Are you making a snowman?