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[deductiongeek]

Who: Conan and Anyone
Where: Gym Car
When: Middle of the night, Egret 23
What: Insomnia and dealing with things. Conan is not okay.

It was the middle of the night, and Conan was wide awake and kicking a soccerball against the wall of the gym car. As the ball rebounds off the wall again he catches it with the back of his heel and kicks it right back at the same spot on the wall.

He'd been at this for a while now. The gym car was far enough away from the sleeping cars that he shouldn't be bothering anyone, and he didn't really feel like laying out a game of solitaire tonight.

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[maxwellsdaemon]

Football wasn't exactly his thing but he was adaptable. He was also awake. Sleep was something he'd found tricky since joining the Voidtrecker and Duo was lucky if he was getting more than a couple hours a night.

He was on one of his walks through the train when he stopped by the gym, distracted by the sounds of a ball hitting a wall. When he stepped inside it was to see a guy kicking a ball all on his lonesome.

"Can't sleep?" He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, and smiled. "Me neither. Strange place. Strange sounds. A roomie who snores. Trifecta of Suck that means I can't get a wink of sleep!"

[deductiongeek]

"There's always the standard car," Conan says as he kicks the ball towards the ceiling in a trick shot. It rebounds at an angle, hits the wall behind him, and rebounds again to hit the same spot as before. "I've slept there before. The game car too."

To be perfectly honest, he'd read most of the night in both places. But it was close enough.

[maxwellsdaemon]

"Quiet cars are good for that. The standard ones are as well, gotta say..." He'd napped in those places through the day, when he needed to. But it wasn't really the noise that kept him awake. It was the strangeness of the place. He felt on edge constantly.

But that was definitely a him problem.

"So... what's up? What's got you awake and kickin a ball around?"

[deductiongeek]

"I couldn't sleep, and I didn't really feel like playing solitaire." Conan says it with a shrug. It wasn't the full truth. But then, the full truth wasn't really something he was willing to tell anyone.

[maxwellsdaemon]

"That's fair." Duo nodded, then offered up a smile as he pushed away from the doorframe. "I'll let you get back to your game then." He wasn't about to bother the guy if he wanted to be alone, that wasn't his style.

What was his style was a sudden desire for a warm drink. Maybe that would help him sleep?

[deductiongeek]

Conan shrugs.

"I was about finished for the night, anyway." He frowns as he glances over at Duo.

"You're one of this month's arrivals, right?"

[maxwellsdaemon]

Duo stops before he turned to leave and looks back with a grin.

"Yeah, arrived with the last batch of Inmates."

[deductiongeek]

"Sounds like you've adapted well enough, then."

Being able to joke about it was a good sign. Probably.

He gestures at himself.

"I'm Conan Edogawa. A detective."

[maxwellsdaemon]

"Don't survive if you can't adapt." Duo replied cheerfully.

He turned back around to face the other guy. "Duo Maxwell... Pilot, I guess." It was easier just to fall himself than than any of the other jobs he specialised in.

[deductiongeek]

"Really? What kind of pilot? We do seem to get sent on a lot of missions that need those."

They really should take it more into consideration that some of those shuttles couldn't be piloted when you couldn't reach all of the controls.

[maxwellsdaemon]

"Giant robot." Duo smirked. "Or shuttle. But I can fly most things given enough time." He was trained in many different types of shuttle back home, though he doubted they would be same on other worlds. So he would obviously need a few minutes to work those out. But Duo was confident he'd be able to fly near anything he could get his hands on.

[deductiongeek]

"Then I guess I know who to call the next time we have a space mission!"

He knew how to fly small planes, and he'd made his share of emergency passenger jet landings. But Conan knew where his expertise was, and it definitely wasn't space shuttles. Or robots.

[maxwellsdaemon]

"Yep, I'm your man if you need somethin flying!" Or fixing. He was a pretty handy engineer. Years living with the Sweepers had taught him a lot about salvage and repair.