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[orchid_below]

[the Mansion seems to be favouring themes lately. Those who have caught sight of the newest group of Victorian residents will likely recognize the similar appearance of this Ran - pale skin, wearing antiquated clothing, and carrying a singularly motley assortment of items. Her red dress bears faint stains but nevertheless clings to her bodice and

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[fallen_tantei]

[Renew your aquaintance with charming young ruffian: A low-risk challenge for your persuasive ability.

Running into not one but two 'Neath acquaintances in the strange, other-worldly Mansion was a welcome surprise, but it had Kudo thinking. If whatever power directed the vagaries of the Mansion had brought Kuroba and Namakamori to its labyrinthine depths, perhaps luck might favour him and there might be a certain other among its guests ... ?

Slipping off to search, Shinichi was rewarded by the familiar sound of steel-capped boots and soft rustle of silk. It was an easy feat for his Watchful Ability to determine the direction of the sound and to fall into pace beside her.]

Miss Mouri. I must say -- it is a pleasant surprise to see you here.

[orchid_below]

[she startles briefly at his appearance, but is quick to relax as soon as she identifies him. He always was too stealthy for her to catch out]

Kudo. [smiles] I could say the same, seeing as I seem to have taken a wrong turn somewhere. Do you happen to know where we are?

[fallen_tantei]

[Shinichi bows politely, offering his arm -- good manners are never wasted, even in Hell.]

I believe this to be one of many hallways of what has been imaginatively termed 'The Mansion.' It's exact location is unclear, but it does not seem to be the Bazaar -- or to have ties to the Bazaar.

[orchid_below]

[curtsies - never wasted indeed, especially when one consorts with Society - takes his arm and frowns, clearly puzzled]

I don't believe I follow.

[changedling]

!

[Is that -- dead meat?

You have 1 X Interested Shadow.]

[orchid_below]

[it is indeed.

Also, it would seem your suspicious quality is growing. Miss Mouri isn't nearly as watchful as Kudo, but she's attentive enough to know when she's being followed by all but the most skilled, and the tension in her shoulders is telling]

[changedling]

[This Conan is skilled -- when he's trying. However, Ran-neesama has never been someone that he has feared, and when he notices her tension he deliberately makes more noise, to make it apparent that he is there and that he is not trying to sneak up on her -- he will wait to be acknowledged before being so presumptuous as to greet her.]

[orchid_below]

[small footsteps - an urchin? Perhaps one of Mr. Kuroba's young friends... or perhaps a pickpocket.

Her tension slips away regardless; she hardly has anything to fear from a child, and he's obviously trying to make himself known to her. She stops in her exploration of the hallway and turns to face him, shining the lantern indirectly towards him so as not to startle]

Do you need something, child?

[only belatedly does she notice his clothes. Odd. She didn't think there were any children of the Orient in Fallen London. Or at least not any who would wear their traditional dress so openly on the streets. Not all citizens are particularly tolerant of other cultures]

[noirneath]

[Kaito is traveling lightly through the mansion today, with nothing on his person but the still bloodied clothes on his back (and any invisible trinkets he carried with him in his hidden pockets, but those were inconsequential, right?). After the effects of the narcotics had worn off, he had taken to exploring this strange, modern building to its fullest-- cautiously, of course, just in case this building was a derivative of the Royal Bethlehem Hotel (though he had to admit he felt far too lucid for that-- trips to a State of Some Confusion were usually much more... confusing). The things he found were simply fascinating-- electric lights, strange devices created specifically for heating bread, rooms that changed their appearance upon will-- and even through his pounding, post-high headache, he could tell that this Mansion was a lucky find

[orchid_below]

[she smiles and visibly relaxes when she catches sight of him. A pleasant surprise indeed]

Mr. Kuroba! I could say the same for the both of us. [her smile turns sympathetic as she takes in his current state; she recognizes the signs of a bad bout of wrestling all too well, but at least he seems to be recovering nicely] Are you well?

[noirneath]

[A flippant handwave; he's still feeling the effects of that poison, but he's had worse]

As well as one who has suddenly found himself in a strange location can be, I'd say.

[orchid_below]

Kudo has explained some of it to me. It certainly seems quite the find.