And then there was a small detective

[mysteryfreak]

Who: Conan and You
What: Small detective doing small detective things.
When: Sometime Before April
Where: Atrium - Deck One.
Warnings: eh. I'll get back to you on that one.




Waking up in a strange place is a sadly common for Shinichi-it wasn't even the first time he woke up on a strange boat. At least it wasn't a canoe this time. Still, after meeting with the cruise director and the near heart attack from her knowing his real name. He tried to insist there was a mix up but after that mess he decided to distract himself with a little exploring to get a better idea of the layout and where exactly he is.

The first place he's investigating is the main hall. He's got his notebook out and seems to be taking notes and looking far too calm for the age he appears to be.

He looks over as he hears someone approaching and shoves the notebook in his pocket before putting on his best little kid face and rushing up to them.

"Hello! Do you know where we are?" He offers his sweetest little kid face, eyes bright and innocent.


[[ ooc: Since Conan is a detective and I'm.. not. I made this post for people to info dump about things Conan might notice about your character. ]]

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[scotch_egg]

"Christ." Muttered under his breath but still heard most likely. What is he? Seven? Eight? He's taking it bloody damn well if he is. He crouches to the boy's level, though not too close not wanting to spook the kid. He feels like he's been through seven levels of Hell and looks it too.

"Not sure. I don't think any of us are sure." And even though he knows the answer he asks anyway: "Didn't come with your parents, did you?"

[mysteryfreak]

Conan looks up at the man, his sharp little blue eyes narrowing for a half a second as he takes in information as it's presented. The first thing he notices is just how tired the man looks. There are deep bags under his eyes and while he's obviously keeping up appearances but looking like he's never had a decent night of sleep in his life.

"Oh, I don't know... I haven't seen them." He admits, not sounding too worried. Really, he'd be more worried if they were on board. "But it's okay, I don't mind."

[scotch_egg]

Alec doesn't trust it. He can't. He wants to take this child just as he is and will for all intents and purposes-- but for a boy this young to be so straightforward and unafraid? It doesn't track. Not even for the boldest kids.

Still, maybe he's wrong. Or maybe the boy is different somehow. Maybe changed. Maybe a spy. Maybe he himself is slowly losing all sense of perspective. Who the hell knows at this point.

"Hope you have someone to look after you anyway." Because it can't be him, but he will and knows it and feels the strain of it already. If he ends up with a knife in his heart due to this gremlin he has no one to blame but himself.

"Hardy," he extends a hand.

[mysteryfreak]

Conan or Shinichi is a little bit of a different kid, he's slow to trust and bee in enough situations that ended somewhat badly that any sudden movements nearby him might cause a twitch or small wince. He doesn't acknowledge it though and just glances down at the man's hand, taking in the state of his palm.

Everything helps to build a better picture of the man and adds to the profile he's building in his mind. After a moment of slight apprehension, Conan takes the man's hand.

"I'm Conan." He states, his tone still more cheerful than the situation of a lost child should really call for.

"Ran-neechan and Kogoro-Ojisan look after me but I haven't seen them here either. Maybe you have? Uncle is Japanese with a small mustache and smokes a lot, Ran-neechan has blue eyes and dark hair with a lean in it." He cups his hands together to indicate a triangle that he holds up where said lean would go.

He's not optimistic about if they're here because he hasn't any sign that they might be but it didn't hurt to ask.

[acutabove]

Things really are amiss if there's a little kid running around on the ship. He thinks this, and yet there isn't any kind of disparaging look thrown down at the little tot when he gets rushed, nothing aside from a brief flash of surprise across his features before he's squatting down to look at him at eye-level.

He hadn't been going anywhere particularly important, just wandering as he usually did.

"Hey there, little guy. Don't suppose your parents are around?"

Wishful thinking, but it doesn't hurt to ask.

[mysteryfreak]

He seems relatively calm for a child of his supposed age but one thing he doesn't care for is being called 'little guy' he ignores the comment and allows it roll off his back because, well, he does appear to be a kid, after all.

"I don't think so. I haven't see them." He admits easily enough and then redirects the subject. "Do you know what Ocean we're on?"

[acutabove]

"What ocean?"

That was something he hadn't considered before, not that it would make much difference. In his own world there wasn't really anything like variety in the oceans since everything that lay beyond the continent were considered lands of the Dark Sea save for Inazuma. The continent was vast, but there were still some places even beyond the dominion of the gods.

"I'm afraid I don't. Do they have a lot of them where you're from?"

[mysteryfreak]

That causes a bit of concern. This person looks old enough that they should a least know that there is considered more than one oceans in the world.

"Mm! There's five all together. Or, well there's considered to be five. Over 70% of Earth's surface is water so it's really all connected. What about you?" Because if he says anything different then Shinichi might need to start being a little more concerned.

[lightconductor]

Oh. Oh, a child. This is not the first small, unattended child Watson has encountered here, but it's not any less unsettling the second time around. Watson gives him a smile, though it's an obviously troubled one.

"That's a rather complicated question, and possibly not one anyone can answer properly," he says. "It is a rather difficult situation to explain. How long have you been here?"

[mysteryfreak]

Conan keeps his expression as disarming and and innocent as possible while he gets a good look at the man before him. There are several things he can observe about him at a moment's glance and if Watson watches carefully enough, he might notice the way the boy's blue eyes seem to scan him quickly. He doesn't say anything about wat he's noticed and just kept his small smile on his face.

"Since early this morning. I was hoping someone could at least tell me the ocean we're on."

[lightconductor]

Now, that's a familiar way of being looked at. From an unusual source, but familiar.

"I'm not sure anyone can tell you that, honestly. I dearly wish I could." Watson is sympathetic, but good God is it nearly impossible to find a way to impart this sort of bad news to a small child. "We don't know where we are, none of us, unless someone isn't telling. My name is Dr. Watson. Who might you be?"

[mysteryfreak]

Dr Watson? That gets a confused look from the smaller. What a weird coincidence. He looks again at the man and finds himself thinking that the man did fit the general description of Dr Watson.

That's ridiculous of course and he shoves the thought aside faster than it can form and just continues his small innocent gaze.

"I'm Conan." He states, watching the man closely, watching for any kind of reaction to the name. "Edogawa Conan. I'm a detective."

[serpentinthegarden]

"You there, small human child with the coke bottle glasses!"

The boy's glasses might not actually have been as thick as coke bottles but those were details Crowley hadn't bothered to look at too closely. He was all flash and swagger, being far too cool to pay too much attention to anything other than the drink he had been enjoying. The wine had only been set aside as there seemed to be a lost human kid running around the deck and well... you play the part of a Nanny for a decade trying to corrupt an Antichrist and some of those protective instincts stick.

"Which activity club are you playing truant from?"

[mysteryfreak]

That catches his attention and Shinichi allows himself a moment to roll his eyes before facing the man with his best innocent face.

"I wouldn't do that. It's Sunday." He says calmly. "Or.. it was." He glanced towards the exit. "Do you know which Ocean this cruise is sailing on?" He turns his head back to Crowley.

[serpentinthegarden]

"It being Sunday would be all the more reason to play truant."

Was it Sunday though? Hey! What did you know had been. Sunday, very first day of the rest of their lives, when he and his best friend Aziraphale had managed to win their freedom from Heaven and Hell. Also apparently cruise ship kidnapping day, where he lost that freedom again just that quickly. Sundays were not his day.

"The unknown deep, the fathoms... I'm sure if it has a name its something appropriately macabre. Did you just get here?"

[mysteryfreak]

"Yeah, this morning." he admits with a small nod. "I met the cruise director and she gave me a flower necklace. I set it down though. I don't remember where I put it though." He left it up on the top deck on a chair somewhere, he wasn't interested in keeping it.

"When did you get here?"

[prodigalmess]

[ ooc: Let me know if this doesn't work and I need to change anything. ]

Malcolm's coming back from picking his laundry up. The suit he wore to the icebreaker party is neatly pressed and placed in a bag. They may all be stuck here, but at least the amenities are decent.

As he approaches his room, Malcolm sees a child lingering outside the door. "Hi," Malcolm says, returning the smile. "This is my room. If you're asking where the boat is though, I'm afraid I can't help you with that."

[mysteryfreak]

Conan glances up at the room number. Interesting, this is the same room he'd started in. He glances over at Malcolm again, quietly judging him for not knowing where the ship is but if he'd just woken up here with no other information same as Conan then he can probably forgive it.

"That's weird, this is the same room I woke up in this morning." He states flatly. "Do you not know where the cruise is because you just woke up here, too?"

[prodigalmess]

Hard to judge someone for not knowing information that you don't know either, Conan.

His brow furrows when the boy mentions that he woke up in this room. Malcolm doesn't see how that possibly could have happened. Wouldn't Malcolm have noticed?

"106?" he asks, pointing to the number on the door. "I don't think so. Are you lost?" Maybe the kid go turned around somehow.

[ ooc: also I need to fill out that info dump form soon too, sorry I haven't yet. ]

[decohere]

She can hear the rush of approaching foosteps, light, and she spins quickly on her feet as if expecting an attack. But out of habit her gaze isn't drawn downwards but at her own eye-level, confused, until the voice. And her defensive stance immediately drops, so quickly defused at the obvious lack of threat. Ava looks a bit tired, on edge, but she usually is.

Still, it's a kid, and she has absolutely no experience with children, but Ava tries to adjust her features into something more friendly. Crouches just a bit. "Deck one," she tells him, quite helpfully. And then as if just remembering the whole context of the situation, frowns. "Did you just arrive?"

[mysteryfreak]

He watches her with sharp eyes as he keeps his cute little kid act firmly in place. Tired, not used to social situations or kids, and maybe a little paranoid. He tucks the information away for later.

"Oh, I was talking about which Ocean..." He states easily. "But that's good to know too, it'll help me label properly when I make a map."

[decohere]

"Haven't seen any landmarks to make any sort of determination," Ava tells him, because she has been looking out a few times a day for sign of... anything. "Possibility it's not one we know at all." Lying seems pointless, kid or not.

"I've made some maps," Ava does not have any of them on her, but it feels relevant enough. All sorts of scribbled notes about different areas she's observed. "If you... would like them for reference," she offers, because she doesn't like the idea of a lost kid wandering into something dangerous.

"Are you... here on your own?"

Oh you little shit, this works on César too fucking well

[pineapplesalmon]

César looks immediately worried when there's a child so young on the ship. It's a flash before he makes his face more friendly. He doesn't want to scare the child, after all.

"We're on the Serena Eterna. I'm César Salazar. What's your name?" He's hoping he recognizes his last name, because why are there young children on board.

[mysteryfreak]

He takes in the man's appearance and notes how effected he is by a seemingly lost child. He twists his face into a frown, willing to play the role of a lost boy if it means he can get more information.

"I'm Conan." He offers. "Do you know which ocean this is?" He asks, a pleading look on his face.

[pineapplesalmon]

César at least isn't the type to dumb down his answers to children.

"I don't, unfortunately. No recognizable landmasses or constellations in the night sky. The only ones not flying blind are the Captain and those he's informed." He is definitely more concerned than he normally is about this, considering current company.