[3] murder must advertise.

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

[This time, when Conan appears on the Plane, his entrance is considerably more low-key than his last. No startled yelp, no toppled desk -- just an elementary school student wearing a serious expression.

He has a couple of photocopied A4 posters -- photos of the two men vanished from his world, their names, occupations, time and place they were last seen, along with the information that the maker of the poster wants to know, not only if anyone's seen either man, but if they have any information on any disappearances in their world. No name is given, but people are invited to get in touch via this phone number.

Pinning the posters up to the Information Kiosk, the bus stop, the bar and the library, Conan can't resist lingering to see what effect -- if any -- the posters have. Is it true what Duo said, that there really was no point to this? Only one way to find out.]

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[stupidgenes.livejournal.com]

[Asch is heading to the library just as Conan finishes putting up a poster there.]

...What's this. [He's asking just as he begins properly regarding it.]

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

It's a missing persons flier! You don't have them in your world?

[stupidgenes.livejournal.com]

It's not that we don't have them. [He studies the images and information regarding the men before turning his attention to the boy.] Word of mouth seems more prominent where I'm from.

Do you think these people have come here or disappeared into different worlds?

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

I don't know yet. All I know is that they're gone, and other people are gone from other worlds too. I was told that it's possible they've been taken to another world, that it has happened before, so I'm trying to find out if that's what happened this time.

[stupidgenes.livejournal.com]

I wasn't aware anything like that was happening. But I'll keep an eye out.

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much --

[Conan pauses. Although this is the second time they've talked, he doesn't know the other's name yet.]

Ah, what's your name?

[lamb_of_gold]

[Hey, remember that babby the other day? He's four or five now.]

'Scoose me, what are you doing?

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

...

Aren't you --

Were you a baby two days ago?

[lamb_of_gold]

[Giggle] I don't look that little, do I? I'm four and a half!

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

Four and a half, huh. Have a little brother?

[lamb_of_gold]

Nope! If I do, I dunno about him, though. It's been me and Master Shion my whole life!

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Dino stops to read one of the posters right after Conan puts it up. His expression is rather grim] You've had people go missing too?

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

That's right.

... still no news of your contact?

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Dino shakes his head]

None at all, and with all the people I have searching you think we would turn up something. I wouldn't count 'no news' as good news either.

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

Ah. The longer this goes on ... [the less chance they have that they'll find their missing people alive.]

[ex_fatalist246]

People have gone missing in my world too. [No introduction, not so much as a hello. Just passing on the information Conan should have.]

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

How many? Who?

[And Conan appreciates that.]

[ex_fatalist246]

Seven so far. I can bring you the reports.

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

That many?

[Granted Satoshi's world doesn't seem so dissimilar from Conan's own, and the chances are that people go missing a lot ... but even so. Conan nods.]

Please do.

[ex_fatalist246]

[Satoshi disappears, reappearing a moment later with the police files. Some of the moer sensitive data has been blanked out but he isn't that concerned about having Conan see it.] They might not be related.

[grip_on_reality]

[Menzies spots him as she happens to be going past the library. her attention is immediately caught by a kid who looks...less than child-like, to say the least. he reminds her of that strange girl she met]

[she approaches him curiously, though her demeanor is relaxed. she's not quite close enough to read the poster, but she will be soon] Did something happen?

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

[Conan nods, pointing at the poster as if it is possible to miss it.]

There's people missing in my world! And other people's too -- I got told they might be in a different world!

[grip_on_reality]

[wow, he sounds like a kid after all. she considers him thoughtfully, but decides it's best to play along in either case--and besides, that's an interesting bit of information. she narrows her eyes]

Got told by who? And were they nice enough to say what world?

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

Um ... He didn't tell me his name, but he's blond, tall, and kind of abrupt ... and no, he didn't.

[grip_on_reality]

[she frowns, considering that description] Don't think I've met 'im. Does he help run the place, or is he one of its special guests like us?