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[deductiongeek]

Who: Conan and  anyone
What: Apotoxin Time. Goodbye Secret Identity (Probably).
Where: Various
When: Egret 25,26

Cabin 2B, Evening of Egret 25
Sarai had healed all of Conan's injuries, but he'd still lost a lot of blood for someone of his size. As a result, by the time he'd been fed and helped back to his cabin, he wasn't in much of a mood to leave again. He stays awake long enough to talk to any visitors, but ends up falling asleep fairly early.

Hallway, Early Morning Egret 26
The first attack wakes him up out of a rare sound sleep. He chokes back a cry of pain as he clutches at the all too familiar pain in his chest. His heart... But how? Peter had been working on it, but he hadn't tried any new cures recently. He hadn't eaten anything unusual.

A second shock of pain to his heart, and first shiver of a fever drives him out of bed. He could not change here, where his roommates could see. He has the presence of mind to grab a blanket, and then he is staggering down the hallway past the sleeping cars, trying to calculate which part of the train would be the closest and most likely to be unoccupied now.

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Hallway

[sendiintheclown]

Unable to sleep, Trowa had slipped his cargo pants and shoes on and quietly exited his cabin. Insomnia and nightmares were always a bitch, misplaced guilt never helped. Hearing someone else stumbling behind him, he turned to see a small figure wrapped in a blanket trying not to bounce off the walls. It looked like Conan, but the child should have been resting and recovering. Getting closer, Trowa had to resist the urge to physically scoop the small boy up into his arms as he spoke softly. "Conan, what do you need?"

Re: Hallway

[deductiongeek]

Conan experiences a moment of alarm as he spots Trowa. He didn't have long. He never did, after this started. He had minutes, maybe an hour at the most until he needed to be out of sight.

"To the kitchen," he says brightly. "I got hungry again." Meanwhile he was hoping to make it through this conversation before any of the other symptoms showed up. He could already feel the shiver of the fever starting.

Re: Hallway

[sendiintheclown]

"You shouldn't be walking around. You lost...there was a lot of blood." Trowa's voice was cold, goosebumps prickling over his bare chest and back. Without any hesitation, he picked Conan up and started to carry him to the kitchen. "I'll take you there and fix you something. You should have some water, too."

[deductiongeek]

Conan stiffens as he gets picked up. He would like to object, but there wasn't really anything here he could object to without giving away what he was actually up to.

"That's okay," he tries. "I'm feeling much better than earlier. I think I could walk by myself."

[sendiintheclown]

"You were nearly eviscerated by a giant pig less than twenty four hours ago. There is still blood in the luggage car. You. Are. Not. Walking." Trowa hadn't expected a child to be as stubborn as Yuy had been, but he'd handled one and would be damned if he didn't handle the other.

Hallway

[dredefulchilde]

Joscelin had been cautiously making his way back to bed after using the toilet when he spots a familiar silhouette up ahead. Now that he’s human, he no longer has perfect night vision, but even in the dim glow of the emergency lighting he can tell that Conan’s in pain.

“You look like hell.”

Re: Hallway

[deductiongeek]

Conan straightens up and tries to look like he isn't in pain. It isn't very successful.

"I'm fine," he says. "Considering yesterday."

[dredefulchilde]

Joscelin frowns, and his small hand finds its way to Conan’s forehead.

“You’re burning up,” he points out. “We ought to get you to the infirmary. Maybe you’ve got an infection.” He awkwardly crouches down and offers Conan his back, just like he’d used to with the tiny foster sister he’d once found himself saddled with. “Get on.”

[deductiongeek]

Conan backs away from Joss.

"I don't need the infirmary," he insists. "And I don't have an infection. I probably just caught a cold somewhere."

Also Hallway!

[unfavorableinstigation]

"Conan."

Nita hadn't gotten much sleep, even with her headache - and encountering Conan like this in the morning was doing the opposite of wonders for her manners.

Her tone of voice was harsh, born of concern and recognition.

"What's going on? You definitely look unwell."

After a moment's thought, she added, "If you need a soundproof shield right now, you've got it for the asking."

[deductiongeek]

And that catches his attention, even past all of the distractions of his current condition.

"You've seen this before," he says. "How?"

[unfavorableinstigation]

Nita starts to sigh, only to quickly cut herself off.

"Blame Nautilus," she replies. That's the simplest explanation.

"And if it was anything like as painful to go through as it looked like, or sounded... I can get you some privacy, anyway."

Whoops, accidentally answered an older reply twice

[deductiongeek]

"Is that going to be the answer to everything?"

He goes to say something to that, but has to cut himself off as he doubles up in pain.

Early morning, if this is okay?

[najaran]

Najaran had fallen asleep crying, and hand't slept well. She woke up early, but sleepy. She was yawning as she walked through the train, trying to find the kitchen. And getting lost. Yawning, eyes more closed than open she didn't see the blanket clad person until she walked right into him from behind...

[deductiongeek]

Normally Conan would have been aware enough of his surroundings to dodge. And if not that, he would have at least been able to keep to his feet.

As it was, his concentration and balance were already so far gone that he loses his balance and falls.

[najaran]

As the song says they went a tumblin' down a tumblin' down...

She fell on top of him, then scrambled to get off. "Oh! I'm so sorry...." Whoever it was. She couldn't tell with the blanket.

[deductiongeek]

...This really wasn't his day. He tugs the blanket away from his face, where it had wrapped around him during the tumble and gives her a sour look.

"Maybe try looking where you're going??"

alright so finding him outside sometime idk?

[stealsyourheart]

Shinichi gets probably the most dramatic genuine reaction the thief has ever given him.

"The fuck, Kudo-kun?"

lets say just after he had to deal with explaining things to everyone in the kitchen

[deductiongeek]

Shinichi just gives him a sour stare. He was tired and still shaking from the change, and he'd just finished explaining things to the entire group who'd just seen him change.

Having to explain again was the last thing he wanted.

"Oi! There's kids around here, you know."

Re: lets say just after he had to deal with explaining things to everyone in the kitchen

[stealsyourheart]

Kaito runs a hand down his face and makes a sound that sounds distinctly like nyargh.

"Ugh fine. Sit down before you fall down you look like you got shot again. Is this permanent or temporary?" He will fetch him a coffee because... what even.

[deductiongeek]

He will never admit it, but he's a little grateful for the excuse to sit down. The change had really taken it out of him this time.

"Temporary," he says as he sinks into a chair. "Or at least I assume it is. I still don't know what caused it this time."

Hallway

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin finally gets tired of experiencing the dark dreams of the half-sleeping state, and of tossing and turning between bouts of such dreams. It's getting towards morning, anyway. He finally rolls quietly out of bed, takes his jacket, and steps out of Cabin 2:A.

He is just in time to spot Conan exiting 2:B.

"Conan?" he calls, worried now that he sees the small blanket-draped figure. Yes, he's heard that Conan was somehow injured, but he doesn't know the details. He's glad to see Conan up and around, since that shows he's recovering, but that staggering walk suggests he shouldn't be up yet.

Re: Hallway

[deductiongeek]

Conan blinks up at him and reflexively tugs at his blanket.

"Curufin? What are you doing here?"

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin responds, "Too restless, haven't slept well, going to spend some time in the Garden Coach. And how about you? How are you doing?"

[deductiongeek]

"I'm fine! I just couldn't sleep very well." Conan immediately starts thinking of ways to ditch Curufin. Quickly.