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And then there was a small detective

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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Maybe not the name, but the job description gets a reaction out of him. "Are you? That's impressive, for your age." He's not exactly patronising, but he's definitely surprised. Maybe a little sceptical. He seems... far too young for that, but maybe it's a sort of game.

"What do you investigate? I've been involved in a little bit of detective work myself, so allow me to be curious."

There are a few choices Shinichi has here. He can answer somewhat vaguely and allow the man to draw his own conclusions, he can pass it off as a child playing detective since his legal guardian and older 'cousin' is a detective, he can be blunt and admit to having investigated several homicides, some hybrid mixture of the truth, or he can deflect from the question entirely. It's a little too early for him to deal with concerned adults.

He fishes the Detective Boy's badge out of his top pocket to show it to Watson. It's a gaudy combination of blue-green and yellow with the words 'Detective Boys' written in English.

"My friends and I formed the group the Detective Boys." Which doesn't really answer the question but he's not ready to talk about detailed parts of his life. He needs more information first.

He's impressed. Even if this is just a game -- which it has to be, right -- it's a very organised sort of game, if they have their own badges. What is that figure? Is that a deerstalker cap? How very odd. Holmes sometimes wore a hat like that when they were in the country, but plenty of people did. It was a common hat.

Maybe it's not a deerstalker at all.

"Oh, good show. You're a proper firm, that way. I never had a badge, even. Do you catch many criminals?"

Conan keeps his smile up as he stockpiles information about the man and his speech patterns. "Sometimes..." He answers Watson's question a little vaguely at first. "We've been in the paper a few times for solving some cases. One of them involved the Italian Mafia."

He didn't react to the obvious silhouette of Sherlock Holmes on the badge and that's... weird for someone sporting the name Watson. Although, it isn't as if it's an uncommon last name.

"It's not just a badge. It's a radio so my friends and I can keep in touch. You press the button on the back and as long as the the other person is within twenty kilometers you can talk back and forth."

"A... radio?"

He's heard of radio waves. Just barely. That they can be used for this sort of purpose is entirely new, so this is some crazy science fiction nonsense for him. Watson has seen a lot of very impossible things in the past few weeks, which keeps him from being entirely sceptical. Watson takes a deep breath. "Is that... is that a true thing that it can do? Be honest with me, lad, these things don't exist where I'm from. Deucedly clever if it's true, though."

"Why would I lie about that?" Conan raises an eyebrow. A child's radio (although, to be fair to Agasa, the quality is a little higher than just that) doesn't exist where he's from? He's either a very dedicated actor or something isn't adding up here.

"I can't really prove it since I only have the one.." He admits, trying to think of something else he can show the man and gauge his reaction. "Oh! I know." He pulls his glasses off his face and presses down on the button to activate the tracking screen on his glasses. There's a single blinking red dot right in the center of the display.

"A professor I know made these so I can keep track of things." Things like actual seven year old, persons of interest, just normal things.

Watson looks at this blinking light, and it means absolutely nothing to him. It's very interesting, certainly, but it makes no sense at all. "I can see that it's doing something," he says, politely, "but I'm not at all sure what that is. How does this keep track of anything?"

There's not a trace of patronisation in his tone. He really has no notion of tracking devices like this.

Shinichi continues to watch his reactions carefully. His mother was a famous actress so he likes to think he's got a good eye for spotting when someone's acting and this doesn't feel like that. He's going to need to rethink a few things.

He frowns a moment and then smiles again. "Put them on for a moment and watch the red dot, okay?" He hands them over and then runs back until he's a few meters away. If Watson is watching he'll notice the red dot seems to be moving away from its center position.

Watson follows these instructions, obviously puzzled, but at the demonstration he breaks into a broad grin.

"Oh, that's splendid. And if your friends were here, you would be able to see them tracked this way as well? How clever." He hands the glasses back. "I wish we'd had such a thing."

He takes the glasses back and slides them easily back onto his face. Yeah, there's no way that reaction was faked all though admittedly it is fairly advanced technology although not new by Conan's standard.

"Yeah, it's really useful at times. Not so much here though because I'm sure we're more then twenty kilometers from Tokyo." He stats matter of factly.

"Have you been here very long?" It's obviously not his first day or even week with how-well he doesn't want to call it relaxed but casual he's taking things.

"A few weeks," Watson says. "Which is to say... I may not have very many answers about this place, as I don't think any of us do, but I at least know the lay of the land, so to speak."

Should he be so frank with a small child? Maybe not. But this is obviously a very precocious and intelligent child, so he'll take his chances.

Conan watches him a moment, taking in the information and making a note to talk to everyone else. There's a theory forming in his head but it's so ridiculous he wants to throw it on on principle. Well, whenever you've eliminated the impossible...

besides, Shinichi reminds himself, he did go from sixteen to six in a single night, maybe time travel's not that far-fetched.

He's going to regret this.

"Well, I guess in your case it can't really be helped, since you're likely from before or around the early 1900s."

Watson's eyebrows raise. Conan had said he was a detective, but that was pretty close. Some people took rather longer to catch on. "You're correct," he says. "It was 1892, if you want to be exact, but that's quite close. Of course, I'm not sure that the year I'm from is why this place is mystifying, given than every other person I've spoken to here also cannot make sense of it."

The fact that he's impressed does a lot to temper his annoyance at being intellectually dismissed by a child. That's more... amusing, than anything.

The way Conan's eyebrows furrow and the little innocent smile flickers gives away that he wasn't expecting that to be correct. He's noticed several little details of course that all pointed in that direction but that deduction was a leap. A leap right over a chasm. But it does make him think.

He listens to Dr Watson's words and another insane theory tries to make it's self home in his head. Dr Watson from 1892. It.. can't be, right? And, he's getting the feeling he's insulted him somehow which wasn't really the goal. In truth, Shinichi's a little disappointed that he didn't ask how he knew but he'll push past it.

"Oh I didn't mean it like that-I just meant that it's probably a lot for your to adjust to. So it would only make sense you would need extra time." Everyone else however, he's judging harshly.

"I suppose I can forgive you for that, then."

The eyebrows still stay lifted, because it would still be mildly insulting if it wasn't from a child, but his mouth quirks in an amused smirk.

"Now," because he really was getting to this question, I swear it, "you'll have to tell me how you knew. If it was a wild guess, I'll be very disappointed, but if it's not, well, I would like to hear it."

He offers him a small smile that might not be entirely fake his time and his light up beyond the feigned bright eyes of Conan Edogawa, allowing the pure excitement he really really feels when he gets to reveal his deductions to someone-it's his favorite part of being a detective, after all.

"Oh, it was pretty obvious but your speech pattern was a pretty big hint, of course that alone wouldn't be enough to come to such a conclusion. However, you didn't know the basics of a two-way radio, Your stance disposition says military and I thought it was strange because two way radio was first invented in 1937. Anyone in the military-at least from 1937 and on- would recognize the term.

"but the most telling thing was you didn't recognize perhaps the most iconic detective of all time which the first novel of which was published in 1887. All of that made it seem the conclusion all feel inescapable."

Watson nods along. This is all very familiar, very sensible. Even if he's not great at making those deductions himself, he's usually pretty good at following along after the fact. Speech, yes, because he can tell he doesn't speak the same way as most people here. He can usually pick out a fellow soldier, so that's fine, and cross-referencing a date or two is perfectly solid. Yes. He approves of all of this and is suitably impressed and it shows.

And then Conan gets to his last point, and he frowns. "I'm an avid reader," he says thoughtfully. "Odd that I wouldn't have heard -- 1887?" The colour in his face drains a little, and his expression goes blank. Guess who just remembered when he published his first book. No. No that is not possible, because if that's true... was that figure on the badge supposed to be Holmes? How was that meant to be recognisable? No, this is clearly wrong. "Ah. Hm. It's... not. You're not referring to A Study in Scarlet, are you?"

"Huh?" The noise escapes Shinichi's mouth before he can think to stop it. That reaction wasn't quite what he expected and he looks the man over again. Well, it was very possible he'd heard of it just didn't recognize the silhouette somehow.

"Oh, you have heard of it." He voices calmly, not understanding the apprehension here not that maybe he shouldn't push it. "I'm actually a really big fan, although Sign of Four is my favorite of all the books."

"I was... I was rather pleased how that one turned out, myself," Watson murmurs, then shakes his head. "Here. Hold on. Those are my books, I wrote them. I don't know how I was meant to recognise Holmes in your pin, but... oh, hang it."

He presses his hand against his forehead a moment, trying to think.

"...Is he really the most iconic detective... of all time?"

It's entirely impossible for Watson not to smile a little, pleased and nostalgic and proud and a little sad, all at once.

Shinichi liked to think that since his fall into the proverbial fountain of youth there wasn't much that could shake him to his core and make him question everything he knew. This is one of those times his mind is desperately trying to process information that just shouldn't ring true.

'I wrote them' he said. His name is Dr Watson, the obvious is sitting just in front of his face but as someone that valued logic and reason as much as he did he wanted to turn his nose up at it and deny its existence. It's really hard to do that when the truth is staring you in the face.

"Oh." Is the only sound he gets out as his brain race to try and catch up again. Watson is saying he wrote the books which is true in a technical since but Shinichi knows for a fact they were actually written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle-it's where he got the name Conan from, after all.

"Yes." He finally answers, shoving his disbelief to the side for a moment. "I want to be just like him."

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"Well, given that string of deductions, I would say you're doing quite well on that count."

There's something rather charming about a small boy devoted to Holmes's methods, already with some skill at it, with his own personal detective club with his friends. This is the only way Watson can interpret this.

Well, this sure is a thing. Watson shakes his head. "So, along this line of thinking, what year are you from? And how old are you, lad?"

Despite that he shouldn't be able to have this conversation and that he should be very suspicious of everything going on (and he is) he can't help but to smile, beaming almost innocently at the idea Dr Watson thought his deductions were on par with the Sherlock Holmes. Of course, it always boosts his mood when someone makes the comparison.

"Sev-" He has to stop himself slipping up and saying seventeen, the compliment might have thrown him off just a little. "-Er.. Seven." He says easily. "And it's 2020."

"Seven." Good God, but that's young, too young to be here, but then there's likely no appropriate age for any of them to be here. "Well. Please do ask me if you need any help around here, lad. It's... rather exciting to meet anyone so devoted to Holmes's methods, after all. I think he'd be pleased, as well."

Pride in Holmes will always and forever come before pride in his own work.

"Really?" He's allowing himself to get a little too wrapped up in this because the idea that Sherlock Holmes would be pleased with him is almost enough to make Shinichi forget that that actually isn't possible.

"Thank you for the offer, but I think I'll be okay. I've been in a lot worse situations than on a mysterious cruise ship." He'll old off on listing them, a child in grave danger tends to be upsetting for a lot of people and since Watson is depicted as usually being compassionate he'll hazard a guess that he would not like to know about all the life threatening danger Conan tended to find himself in on what was nearly a daily basis.

"Have you, now?"

Well, that's worrying. Granted, on the face of it, a haunted cruise ship isn't all that terrible (yet), but it's the little details that add up into something more worrying, and maybe Conan hasn't seen all of them yet.

"Dare I ask what sort of situations you might have found yourself in?"

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