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.

[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]

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.

[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?"

[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?"

[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?"

[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]

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."

[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]

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]

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?"

[acutabove]

"'Earth'?" He parrots, and then realization flashes across his features. "Oh, that must be where you come from, right? As far as I know there's only the one ocean, but there's not exactly a name for it."

As though half-expecting the lad's parents to come running up any time soon he glances down the hall one way, and then the other. After a long pause he looks back at Conan, albeit a little sheepishly.

"You're really smart, huh? I'm sure your parents must be proud."

[mysteryfreak]

"Then I guess the name for it would just be 'The Ocean' right?" He says it innocently enough but it's meant to be a sarcastic dig at the obvious.

Isn't Earth were he's from? Or is he completely nuts? A question to ponder another time as he has far more important things to worry about.

"Oh, I guess..." He'll at least continue to play the part of the seven year old. However, he's never really care much about if is parents were proud of him. They're more immature than he is.

[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."

[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]

"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?"

[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?"

[lightconductor]

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."

[mysteryfreak]

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.

[lightconductor]

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?"

[mysteryfreak]

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."

[lightconductor]

"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."