Conan Edogawa, Detective

[The first time Conan wakes up, it is to a very familiar pain.  Like his very bones were melting and reforming.   He bites back a scream and falls unconscious again after only a few seconds..


The second time Conan wakes up he pushes himself up into a seated position and gropes for his glasses.  Instead he accidentally knocks his communicator onto the floor as he reaches much too far, overbalancing and falling out of bed with a loud crash.  After a stunned moment he sits back up and stares at himself in shock.  He was in his real body.]


How?  The last thing I remember...



[He cuts himself off, both in surprise at his own voice and at the memory.  He shouldn't have survived that.   He'd been able to calculate exactly what his captors' intentions had been, and there was no way he could have escaped from it without injury.


Shinichi stands up, hastily wrapping the sheet around himself,  and strives to form a plan.  First, he needed information.  He needed to know where he was and what had happened.  And he needed to get in contact with Hattori and Ran.  Were they okay?


...Also, he needed clothes.  Whatever this location was, the thin sheet he'd located was not nearly enough to ward off the chill.


So, information first.  He reaches for the communicator and begins to compose a text message using the highest security he could think of.  After a moment of thought he encodes it for the added security.]


[Locked 60% to Hattori]
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[/Locked]



[Message sent, he stands up and wraps the sheet tightly around himself before making his way to the door.]


Hello?  Is anyone here?

[This entire situation was completely illogical.  He'd seen the murders and he suicides in that other place, before all of his memories simply stopped.  And now it was like none of that had ever happened.  How was it possible?  How had they pulled off that trick?

For once, Conan was stumped.  He needed to think.  And Conan had always done his best thinking while kicking a ball around.]

Ne, does anyone know where I could find a soccer ball? 

[Three days in this place, and he'd made no progress in deducing the motive behind this situation.  There seemed to be no pattern in who had been taken and how long they had been kept here.  Not even the victims who had been kept here for long periods at all knew anything real about the situation.  The few supposed reasons he'd heard were ludicrous and obviously merely a guess on the part of his fellow captives.  Obviously, he couldn't make any more progress in this case until he had acquired more information.

And so....]

Hello!

[He smiles brightly at the camera.]

My name is Conan Edogawa!  I wanted to thank everyone who helped me when I woke up here.  Thank you!

But I'm still confused.  Did everyone here just wake up like that?  Someone told me that we're here because the scientists brought us here.  Is that really true?  And has anyone ever met them?  They must be very mean people if they won't let us go home.