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voidtreckerexpress2019-08-11 12:08 pm
deductiongeek) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2019-08-11 12:08 pm
Entry tags:
OTA
Who: Conan and Various
Where: Various
When: Apple Day 18-22
What: Conan getting up to things
Sleeper One, Cabin B, Day 18:
Conan spends most of the first night staring blankly up at the bunk above him. What little sleep he does get is disturbed by nightmares.
Rationally, he knew that no one here had ever heard of Shinichi Kudo or had any idea of why the name was important. Even if he reclaimed his name here, the chances were very low that the news would spread back to the media in his world, let alone the organization. The very fact that someone had been able to discover the truth behind his identity disturbed him, but no further threat from that angle had appeared so far.
But for the past year he had lived with the knowledge that the only thing protecting him from the organization was the fact that no one would guess that the child Conan Edogawa and the same person as Shinichi Kudo. There were even rumors that Shinichi Kudo was dead. Having that name attached to him here, without even the slim protection of his glasses as a disguise? He couldn't help but feel like he had attached an even larger target to himself.
By morning his rising paranoia has crystallized into a decision. He couldn't do anything about the name on his ticket or on the roster. But he could at least prevent himself from literally wearing it. A quick trip to the kitchen rewards him with a pair of scissors. He checks to make sure no one else was in the cabin, then pulls out his rucksack and starts carefully cutting the threads that kept each name tag attached to his clothes.
Kitchen, Team Orange:
At least chores like this were something familiar. He couldn't reach the kitchen counter by himself, but the floor was easy enough to sweep.
Gym Car:
Conan eventually finds his way to the gym car, where he occupies himself by kicking a soccerball against the wall in increasingly complicated ways. If there was one good thing about the shape of the car, it was the challenge it presented in finding ways to ricochet the ball off the walls.
Where: Various
When: Apple Day 18-22
What: Conan getting up to things
Sleeper One, Cabin B, Day 18:
Conan spends most of the first night staring blankly up at the bunk above him. What little sleep he does get is disturbed by nightmares.
Rationally, he knew that no one here had ever heard of Shinichi Kudo or had any idea of why the name was important. Even if he reclaimed his name here, the chances were very low that the news would spread back to the media in his world, let alone the organization. The very fact that someone had been able to discover the truth behind his identity disturbed him, but no further threat from that angle had appeared so far.
But for the past year he had lived with the knowledge that the only thing protecting him from the organization was the fact that no one would guess that the child Conan Edogawa and the same person as Shinichi Kudo. There were even rumors that Shinichi Kudo was dead. Having that name attached to him here, without even the slim protection of his glasses as a disguise? He couldn't help but feel like he had attached an even larger target to himself.
By morning his rising paranoia has crystallized into a decision. He couldn't do anything about the name on his ticket or on the roster. But he could at least prevent himself from literally wearing it. A quick trip to the kitchen rewards him with a pair of scissors. He checks to make sure no one else was in the cabin, then pulls out his rucksack and starts carefully cutting the threads that kept each name tag attached to his clothes.
Kitchen, Team Orange:
At least chores like this were something familiar. He couldn't reach the kitchen counter by himself, but the floor was easy enough to sweep.
Gym Car:
Conan eventually finds his way to the gym car, where he occupies himself by kicking a soccerball against the wall in increasingly complicated ways. If there was one good thing about the shape of the car, it was the challenge it presented in finding ways to ricochet the ball off the walls.