[ He's awake the moment he hits the ground-the falling registering in his nightmares and causing a jolt through his system. It takes seconds for his brain to catch up and piece together that he's not where he last fell asleep. He doesn't remember falling asleep as that seemed to be such a rare commodity as of late. He still had no idea who Rum was or what his objective was that had him on the move and until he knew that sleep had to come in shifts. Both because he just couldn't seem to sleep and also because he wanted to hear what was going on in the agency at all times. He'd remember trying to sleep and he doesn't which means something is amiss. He's not laying on anything soft-he's landed on a hard floor. He can't make out much of the room but does hear voices around somewhere-not at all familiar. ]
[ He wriggles his arms and legs and comes to the conclusion he's not tied down, allowing him to sit up and press the button on his glasses to switch to night vision. It's not working. He presses the button again but the room remains dark and though Shinichi has never been one to believe in ghosts or monsters in the dark it is giving off a rather unpleasant vibe. Under any other circumstances he'd force himself to sit for a moment longer while he reminded himself that such things couldn't exist because then what would be the point of detective work? However, it's starting to look like he might have been kidnapped again and he needs to get to the bottom of this. ]
[ He can still hear those voices just on the other side of the door and carefully gets to his feet, creeping as quietly as he can manage to the edge of the door staying perfectly still so he can listen and determine if the others are friend or foe. ]
{ Lobby }
[ Kidnapping isn't seeming nearly as likely as dream. How else would a suitcase full of his things-things that he could easily use to escape end up here? They're not even things he'd brought with him on his last trip which would have made some since if it had being as the last thing he remembers of home was helping Hattori to solve that Kamaitachi murder case and vaguely getting into the car the next day to go home. This is definitely not the Inn he'd stayed in for that case-it was completely western in design and there were no indications that the Inn Keeper's young son was turning eight as there should have been. But if he wasn't there, where was he? ]
[ He looks around the room and notes that if the keeper had been going for an eerie serial killer hotel vibe he'd certainly succeeded. Speaking of the inn Keeper-there doesn't seem to be one around that he can interrogate and/or make puppy eyes at to get answers. Left with no other choice, the small detective approaches the empty desk before jumping up and clambering onto of it to see if he can find a guest book-log book, maybe even an electric bill-just something that might tell him a little bit more about this place-like an address. ]
[ He leans over to the other side and tries to pull one of the drawers open only find it locked the next one he tried was just flat out empty. He let's out a curse and closes it back up. What kind of Inn didn't keep track of their guest. Their should have been a Check In and Out book on the desk-or if not a book a computer. ]
What Kind of Inn is this? [ He lets out a slightly exasperate sigh, still sitting atop the desk like it's a perfectly socially acceptable thing to do. ]
Conan Edogawa | OTA
[ He's awake the moment he hits the ground-the falling registering in his nightmares and causing a jolt through his system. It takes seconds for his brain to catch up and piece together that he's not where he last fell asleep. He doesn't remember falling asleep as that seemed to be such a rare commodity as of late. He still had no idea who Rum was or what his objective was that had him on the move and until he knew that sleep had to come in shifts. Both because he just couldn't seem to sleep and also because he wanted to hear what was going on in the agency at all times. He'd remember trying to sleep and he doesn't which means something is amiss. He's not laying on anything soft-he's landed on a hard floor. He can't make out much of the room but does hear voices around somewhere-not at all familiar. ]
[ He wriggles his arms and legs and comes to the conclusion he's not tied down, allowing him to sit up and press the button on his glasses to switch to night vision. It's not working. He presses the button again but the room remains dark and though Shinichi has never been one to believe in ghosts or monsters in the dark it is giving off a rather unpleasant vibe. Under any other circumstances he'd force himself to sit for a moment longer while he reminded himself that such things couldn't exist because then what would be the point of detective work? However, it's starting to look like he might have been kidnapped again and he needs to get to the bottom of this. ]
[ He can still hear those voices just on the other side of the door and carefully gets to his feet, creeping as quietly as he can manage to the edge of the door staying perfectly still so he can listen and determine if the others are friend or foe. ]
{ Lobby }
[ Kidnapping isn't seeming nearly as likely as dream. How else would a suitcase full of his things-things that he could easily use to escape end up here? They're not even things he'd brought with him on his last trip which would have made some since if it had being as the last thing he remembers of home was helping Hattori to solve that Kamaitachi murder case and vaguely getting into the car the next day to go home. This is definitely not the Inn he'd stayed in for that case-it was completely western in design and there were no indications that the Inn Keeper's young son was turning eight as there should have been. But if he wasn't there, where was he? ]
[ He looks around the room and notes that if the keeper had been going for an eerie serial killer hotel vibe he'd certainly succeeded. Speaking of the inn Keeper-there doesn't seem to be one around that he can interrogate and/or make puppy eyes at to get answers. Left with no other choice, the small detective approaches the empty desk before jumping up and clambering onto of it to see if he can find a guest book-log book, maybe even an electric bill-just something that might tell him a little bit more about this place-like an address. ]
[ He leans over to the other side and tries to pull one of the drawers open only find it locked the next one he tried was just flat out empty. He let's out a curse and closes it back up. What kind of Inn didn't keep track of their guest. Their should have been a Check In and Out book on the desk-or if not a book a computer. ]
What Kind of Inn is this? [ He lets out a slightly exasperate sigh, still sitting atop the desk like it's a perfectly socially acceptable thing to do. ]