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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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Re: /slides in here as directed

[sendiintheclown]

Looking up at the new person in the kitchen, Trowa's lips drew into a thin line. "Make sure he doesn't fall off the counter. He's got a fever and had chest pains on the way here."

[deductiongeek]

And now Kaito was here. Conan had mixed feelings about this. On the one hand he'd probably be willing to be a distraction if he could think of a way to tip him off. On the other, he really hadn't intended to share this particular secret with him any time soon.

"I'm fine," he says aloud. "I really think this is overreacting."

[sendiintheclown]

"Fever and chest pains are to be taken seriously at any age. How do we know there wasn't some sort of toxin on those tusks that wasn't identified when you were healed?" Just because there was no sign of septicemia didn't mean Conan was fine. Fixing up the cup of tea while the water was still shy of boiling, he passed the cup to the boy. "Here. It's hot, but should be drinkable."

[deductiongeek]

That was not helping, Kaito.

Conan reaches out for the cup as he debates how to clue him in that he needed to get out of here right now. Only to hastily put the cup down and curl in on himself as another attack hits. He bites back a cry as the pain runs through him. His heart, his lungs, it was even reaching his bones now. And his temperature was rising quickly.

[sendiintheclown]

Seeing Conan curl in on himself, Trowa acted quickly. He didn't want the boy to take a header off the counter and hurt himself worse, after all. As gently as he could, Trowa moved Conan to lay on the ground, keeping the blanket under him for at least a little protection from the hard floor. He made sure to keep Conan on his side in case of a seizure, there was no telling what might be going on.

Jumping in with permission

[dredefulchilde]

Joscelin had tried to go back to sleep after storming away from Conan, but he already knew that was never going to happen. After about ten fruitless minutes, he gave it up as a bad job and started towards the kitchen, thinking that a glass of water or some weak tea might calm his nerves.

Then he hears the commotion and knows that it isn’t over. He runs to the kitchen, bare feet slapping against the cold floor, and is greeted by the site of his sometimes-friend curled up in agony on the floor.

“You idiot!”

Also jumping in with permission

[wizard_redfive]

Dairine had also been suffering from sleep troubles, which made her easily roused by Nita's tip. The young wizard quickly moves to patrol the train for wherever Conan has ended up. It's in the middle of this that she hears that tell-tale cry.

Oh no! Is she too late?!

She immediately heads for the source of the sound. Conan seems to already have a small crowd around him by now, which is honestly unsurprising considering how bad the detective looks. Unsurprising, but not great either.

"Conan." She quickly works her way over to him. While she privately agrees with Joss, Dairine has more pressing concerns. "How long has he been like this?"

Re: Also jumping in with permission

[sendiintheclown]

"At least fifteen minutes." Trowa stated, his voice flat to hide his fear. He'd seen a hell of a lot in his life, but nothing like this before.

[wizard_redfive]

Dairine's expression turns grim.

"Then it won't be long now." No time to get him a change of clothes. Welp, guess she'll have to improvise. There's a pop sound, and suddenly her laptop is there. While the other passengers might have seen her carrying Spot around, this time he looks different with thin metal legs on either side. Spot skitters over to Dairine.

She places a hand on Conan's side. "Sorry 'bout this, Conan. This might feel a little weird." Suddenly his clothing begins to glow brightly and shift. The light grows more blinding as they stretch further and further, until suddenly the light vanishes. In its place are clothes that look exactly like what Conan had been wearing... but a few sizes larger. Teen sized, to be precise. On such a tiny detective they look almost comical.

If anyone else knows what Dairine does, they might guess what's coming. But she isn't as concerned with that right now.

Dairine breathes out, briefly winded from the spell. "That should do it." She turns to the others in the room. "Is there somewhere nearby that's more private than here? Like, really nearby. We don't have much time."

[dredefulchilde]

There are so many people in the kitchen, and no one seems to be helping.

“What was that particular spell meant to do, witch?” the boy seethes, crouching down at Conan’s side and glaring daggers at Dairine. “He’s burning up—how is drowning him in clothing going to help?”

[deductiongeek]

Why were there so many people here. There were so many. He couldn't...

If he changed here, they would all see.

Conan is only vaguely aware of his clothes changing shape as he tries to focus on standing back up through his raging fever. He manages to make it back up to his knees.

But that was a step too far even for his stubbornness. The change was quickly moving to its final stage, and he collapses as he feels the pain running through his bones, like they were melting. With a final cry he falls unconscious.

He isn't awake to see as the temperature of his body finally rises high enough for a haze of steam to appear around his body.

[wizard_redfive]

"Wizard," Dairine corrects automatically. Her tone is a little sharp, but not as much as it'd usually be. She knows how terrifying this process is, especially when you see it for the first time. Dairine's worried too.

Her mouth opens to answer when Conan screams again. Damnnit!

"You'll find out soon enough. It's already started!" She jumps to her feet and rushes to the door. With a click, Dairine locks it and turns to lean against it, facing the others. "Guess we'll have to make do with this room. Not sure how much privacy it'll give, but at least it's something."

Despite Dairine's bravo, her eyes are filled with worry.

[laurefindil]

From the Pantry, Glorfindel watched. He'd heard them come in, but Trowa sounded like he had it under control, then more had come in, and Conan had clearly gotten uncomfortable and antsy with that many in the room, so he had stayed back, not bringing attention to himself.

[Anyone is free to notice any moment now that it is lighter in the room that the one light Trowa turned on would suggest. Glorfindel doesn't bother turning on lights, after all. In theory, Glorfindel's light should make the transition at least slightly less painful. Like stabbed with a short sword instead of a long sword?]

[dredefulchilde]

And now Conan is so hot he's steaming. Joscelin's eyes are wide, and the panic continues to climb. No one seems to be doing anything to help him.

"What are you all waiting for?!" he shouts, reaching into the steam for Conan's hand. It's hot. Too hot. He feels almost as if he might be burned.

"He's dying and you're doing nothing!"

This is madness.

[sendiintheclown]

Trowa was wildly out of his element and didn't know what to do. He'd never seen someone get so hot that they steamed. His legs felt weak, and he slowly fell to his knees. "Che cazzo?"


[He legit said what the f*** in Italian]

[dredefulchilde]

“Ice! Get him ice!” Joscelin is practically sobbing now, still clinging to Conan’s hand. If he were still a vampire, he could do something. But he isn’t anymore. He’s a stupid, weak, pathetic child who can only sit here and panic.

“Witch, do you know any ice spells?!”

[wizard_redfive]

Dairine does notice the light that Glorfindel is giving off. His silent presence is slightly overshadowed by the others' reactions though.

"There's only so much we can do," she says carefully. Dairine walks towards Spot, who meets her in the middle. "The situation is very delicate and with little precedent. Trying to treat the systems runs the risk of make his condition even worse."

She glances at Spot's screen, where the computer is keeping track of Conan's vitals. Her eyes widen briefly before she catches herself. She does, however, go to the fridge to fetch ice water. The detective will need something to drink eventually.

"As much as I hate it, we probably need to wait it out. He's survived this before. He'll do it again."

Because he's a risk-taking idiot who keeps doing this.

[laurefindil]

The wizard seemed mostly calm, so Glorfindel was willing to take his lead from her. She also apparently had witnessed Conan doing this before. He silently slid over and stopped her from going to the fridge. "You stay, I'll fetch," he said, very quietly.

He chose a cup that had a lid and a straw, and filled it with ice cold water. Looking over at the steam that was rising, he also prepared a warmer cup of water with sugar and salt mixed in, adding a bit of fruit flavoring to make it more palatable. He dropped it off at the wizard's side and went back into the pantry to start grabbing high calorie options that would be easy to digest. With as much energy as Conan was burning, he would undoubtedly be starving when whatever was happening was over.

[deductiongeek]

The haze makes it difficult to see details, but as the minutes go by, something is slowly changing. Conan's fingers and limbs are stretching and growing longer, the oversized clothes aren't quite as big on him as they were before, his face and skull begin to imperceptibly change shape.

[dredefulchilde]

Joscelin can feel Conan’s hands reforming, changing, and it’s alarming enough that he snatches his own hand away, horrified.

“What on earth...?”

[wizard_redfive]

Dairine starts ever so slightly when Glorfindel silently blocks her way. Not only has she secretly been on edge this whole time, but the elf's tall, blond appearance reminds her very much of certain members of the Wellakhit royal family. Dairine blinks, rushing to regain her composure after that blip in her calm facade. "Uh, sure. Thanks."

Good job, Dair. Very smooth.

She settles back down to sit next to Spot, watching as he runs the numbers. They're not good, so distracts herself by trying to think of how to handle Conan's reaction when he finds out so many people witnessed this. Joscelin's sudden cry jolts her out of her thoughts.

"Hm? Oh, right." Her attention turns towards the rapidly growing detective. She wrinkles her nose. "I can see why he prefers to be alone for this. It's... weird to watch."

[sendiintheclown]

Trowa's impeccable poker face fails him as his eyes go wide. Conan was aging. Rapidly. "Seriamente, che cazzo?"


[Translation: Seriously, what the f***?]

[dredefulchilde]

Joscelin just sits back on his heels, wide eyed.

“...he could have told me he was under a curse,” he says eventually. “I’d have left him alone if he had.”