When does a detective do without cases

[deductiongeek]

Who: Conan and Anyone
When: Day 4
What: Yet another day of being incredibly bored.
Where: Various

For Peter.
Tucking the package he'd collected under one arm, Conan sets off in search of Peter. There were things that needed to be discussed. (He didn't have much hope that Peter would be able to help him. But maybe a little hope was better than doing nothing.)

Gym:
Conan spends most of the morning in the gym car, kicking a soccerball against the walls. After a while he starts testing himself to see how many times he could make it rebound off the wall in different angles and still hit a target with enough force.

Game Car:
Later Conan moves to the game car and lays out a complicated game of solitaire. But... it only takes a few rounds to get bored of that. He starts searching through the game collection for any other single player strategy options.

Comments

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter's still just not so sure all the secrecy is necessary-or even a good idea because people need to know there's a threat in order to protect him and possibly themselves from it.

"Cool, cool. Let's see." He says, hold his hand out for the package. "Again, I wanna say I can't really make any promises-and I don't know how long it'll take-especially if I have to order some books for research but I'm deffo committed to helping you."

[deductiongeek]

Conan hands it over.

"I'm not expecting anything to come from this," Conan tells him. If Haibara, who had worked on the drug for years, hadn't been able to find a cure yet, he didn't put much hope in anyone here who wasn't familiar with the research being able to do anything.

But to do anything was better than the despair of knowing that there was nothing he could do while he was stuck here.

[hashtagparkerluck]

"Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence." Peter says sarcastically, more ribbing the detective than anything. "Okay, so I'll read through these-see what I can figure out and where figure where I need more research and then I'll let you know if I need anything from there, sound good?"

He leafs through the notes-there's a lot of compounds he recognizes at least but a few he doesn't and few terms he'll need to look into, but he's still confident he'll at least be able to help.

"Fingers crossed, I guess."

[deductiongeek]

It was mostly because Conan had already spent the better part of a year like this, with every potential hope for a cure ending in disappointment.

Hope was a difficult thing to have.

Also, Peter had had a terrible first impression of his competence. And second impression.

In response to Peter he simply nods. "Let me know if you need anything else.