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Characters: Conan, Sherlock, Watson, Penny, Valdis, Raine, anyone who wants to join in
Date: Feb 8-12
Location: The apartment Conan shares with Sherlock, Watson and Penny, KPD, Around the streets of the Central District
Situation: Catch-All for the memory event
Warnings/Rating: murder, mysteries, explosions, small child doing absurdly dangerous things

1 The Apartment

It had been a very long month.

Conan wasn't a great patient at the best of times. A month to recover from his concussion, the inevitable respiratory illness that followed it, followed by another week to recover from falling into the extremely cold river while still sick from his cold?

Conan had spent the last week being decidedly underfoot and grumpy. Even his latest stack of mystery novels weren't doing the job of distracting him. He puts them to the side of the couch in annoyance and reaches for a crossword puzzle. Even if it wasn't really challenging, at least it gave him something to occupy his mind.

2. KPD

The moment he was cleared for getting out of bed, Conan had headed straight for the police department. He had high hopes of finally being able to work on something interesting. Even if he was still mostly limited to paperwork and the forensics lab.

3. The streets around Central District

After three weeks of being stuck inside, Conan was more than happy to spend some time walking about the central district. He takes notes of changes in the district, of course, as well as the progress on repairs after the storm. But much of the time he simply spends observing.

4. Your choice

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He grimaces. He wasn't ready to fully trust John yet. This was a trust born out of necessity, because there wasn't much he could do about it.

Even if another Conan (and how strange that was to contemplate), even if another Conan had trusted him, this Conan still needed time to become accustomed to the situation.

But there wasn't much point in keeping this secret, if he already knew the rest of it.

"Actually, that was my mother."

Jesus. His mother. John has never had great feelings about Shinichi's parents. Thought they might be all right for someone who was seventeen years old but not for someone who'd turned into a seven year old physically. They were off in America while their kid had nearly been killed - at least once - and was hunting some deadly Organization. He does understand that it's partially Shinichi's choice, that his parents do help him out some but John's not sure he could ever do the same if it was his kid.

And part of him does consider the teen his kid. Though Shinichi doesn't feel the same, maybe never truly did. John has to try very hard to keep the disappointment off his face but doesn't succeed entirely.

Not wanting to talk about it, he moved on. "Right, so I'll show you a few memories and then... I've got something else you can look at. During my time on the ship, I wrote about it and I've got the device I wrote it on. Those are just words, though. Something that could be faked. Memories are harder to mess with."

His parents were his parents. He'd long ago gotten accustomed to what he could and couldn't expect from them. Maybe they weren't very involved in his life, but they did care. Mostly from a distance, granted. But that mostly suited him just fine.

With all their eccentricities, sometimes his parents were best in small doses.

"The blog Sherlock mentioned?"

John is aware that they care, seem like nice people even with interesting lives but that doesn't mean he has to like how they sometimes handle parenting. He has absolutely no doubt that if Shinichi asked, they would drop everything to help their son but they also have to realize how strongly that same son doesn't ask for help. At least not nearly often enough.

They would be willing to do anything for their kid but they're also halfway across the world most of the time from what John understood and it would take them hours to get home. Sometimes that's all it took for something to go horribly wrong. A situation like Shinichi's couldn't always be easily predicted.

"Of a sort. It's more like a private blog these days, written for me and not something I show to others." He shrugged. "Sherlock steals it from time-to-time to read it."

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me." He'd known Sherlock enough to know that aspect of his personality.

"And letting me read it won't bother you?" After all, from Conan's point of view he barely knew John.

"It's something I've come to expect from him at this point," John states bluntly. Sherlock has been stealing his computer and sticking his nose into other parts of his life that he's tried to kept hidden - like what his middle name is or how his romantic life is going.

A shake of his head. "No, not really. I was never going to share it with the whole world but I don't mind showing it to others." He reached into his pocket and pulled out something like a pocketwatch. It does keep time like its supposed to but John touches the face and the clock blinked out to reveal that it sort of acted like a smart phone.

"You can't connect to the network from this world or even look at the posts from the other place but it still has my blog entries written up on it. Doesn't need a charge or to be plugged it. Has some useful features like a flashlight, calculator or alarm clock and the program I used to keep my entries in. I'd appreciate it if you didn't take it apart but otherwise, you can keep it as long as you need." John opened up the notepad where his blog entries were kept before handing it over.

The watch itself is ornate, gold and old-looking - something from the twenties yet brand new at the same time. There aren't many scratches on it so clearly it's not been in John's possession very long. Upon using the device, Conan will find that there are all of the apps he mentioned earlier along with a camera that allows for photographs and video, a touch-screen keypad for typing, it serves as a stopwatch and even has a couple of games on it. Tetris and bowling but doesn't seem a way to get more. There's an e-mail system but should Conan try to get into it an error message pops up saying that it cannot connect to 'compass.net'.

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