Audio - Llama Day 2

[secretmakesawoman]

[Early evening, Conan Edogawa's voice addresses the ICP. There is no video feed, but nothing seems obviously amiss.]

Nee, has anyone left the train and come back?


[OOC: Voice imitation with permission! Sharon's skilled at this, so the deception will not be easy to notice. At least not from voice alone.]

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[secretmakesawoman]

[Has he considered... not being here? Just a thought.]

[She sure is lucky Conan acts grumpy even with his friends.]

And your point? One guy isn't enough to tell how common of an occurrence it is.

I'm not, and it doesn't work like that anyway. [She thinks.]

[luckydragonsfoot]

Look, we already get dream bleed, an' I know there's been visions bleed, so I ain't makin' any guesses on what won't happen.

[secretmakesawoman]

[Dream bleed and vision bleed? Vermouth is still dubious on the psychic nonsense, but if they are sharing dreams, that puts his insistence on knowing her in a new but still worrying light.]

Fair enough.

[Hmm... This person might be close enough to Conan that this question won't strike him as weird. She opts for a quieter, more serious Conan tone.]

Hey. What are the chances, you think? [A beat.] That she'll come back.

[It's Conan, so she doesn't think she'll need to specify which 'she.']

[luckydragonsfoot]

[Not weird at all. Not weird at all, and Katsuya seems fine with acting as if it really is Conan on the other end for now.]

...I dunno man. Hones'ly th's was th' worst time t' walk off, us seein' tha' place where we could send messages home an' all. But I dunno.

If I saw her comin', y'd prob'bly figure it out b'fore I ev'n told y'- I'd be too happy f'r y' to hide tha' kinda preview.

But it never works like tha', so I don'...

Count down to Vermouth getting overconfident...

[secretmakesawoman]

[Success! She has bamboozled him!]

Oh, that. [Vermouth had only bothered with one message, having snuck it in while no one was nearby. Not to Ran, but perhaps Bourbon will keep his promise with that reminder.] I missed it, anyway. It wouldn't have made a difference.

[Huh, so Conan has also heard the 'premonition' shtick. she wonders how they are still friendly after that...]

Yeah, of course I would notice something like that. [Who do you think her Cool Guy is? Deduction is his specialty!]

Thanks for the thought, I guess.

10....9...

[luckydragonsfoot]

Ahuhhhhhh...

[It's probably because he's more than heard it, but let's be honest, even Conan probably couldn't sort out a way to prove this.

Vermouth-as-Conan gets to finish what's being said, but if Vermouth is paying attention, the ICP being used to respond back...changes.

Katsuya has moved to another room to answer.] Yeah, no probl'm I guess. Stay cool alrigh'?

[It's probably nothing right??]

8... 7... 6...

[secretmakesawoman]

[Vermouth overlooks the change, presuming he has been successfully fooled. Perhaps he is just multi-tasking as the conversation wraps up.]

Sure. See you later.

[Shinichi is always cool.]

5...4...3....2-1 gO-

[luckydragonsfoot]

[It does not take long for Katsuya to show up. Specifically, he shows up behind the next door Vermouth uses, grinning like an idiot.]

S'up.

Decided it's 'later'.

[ah!]

Clearing lost tags, let me know if you'd rather leave it

[secretmakesawoman]

[Vermouth swings around, immediately pulling her pistol. This isn't the kind of woman you want to startle, Jou!!]

What are you doing here?

re-reads thread, grins like buffoon *OH WE KEEPIN IT* it'll likely wrap soon anyway

[luckydragonsfoot]

JEE-ZE!

[WHY A GUN!] Th' hell is my luck with gals and guns, god...

[There's a lot to unpack there, but for now he's moving away from where the gun is...pointing? Please?]

Also you know what I'm doin' here, cut th' radio voice acting schtick, yer gonna run out of improv an' that's without someone like me figuring it out with spooky supernatural help- [the blond mutters.]

oh goodie

[secretmakesawoman]

What did you expect, sneaking up on a lady?

[Because some of us don't have weird supernatural abilities. Just gun.]

[Vermouth watches him with clear distrust. The gun follows him, though she makes no move to shoot. She says airily:]

I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.

[Lies, but she would admittedly say the same to Conan or Gin in similar situations.]

[luckydragonsfoot]

Hey, yer th' one doin' voice stuff on th' comms..! I know Conan waaaay too well t' fall f'r any of that, [he hums, eyeing the gun with a frown. Moving...away again....]

'Sides, I got a feelin' y' were over here, an' here y' were, usin' th' system from th' same carriage 'Conan' was, apparently.

[Not that names get tied to the thing, but the point is more that there's no way 'Conan' would've been able to book it quite that fast. ...Probably.

Probably.

Also, seer stuff, but hey.]