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voidtreckerexpress2019-08-11 12:08 pm
deductiongeek) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2019-08-11 12:08 pm
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Who: Conan and Various
Where: Various
When: Apple Day 18-22
What: Conan getting up to things
Sleeper One, Cabin B, Day 18:
Conan spends most of the first night staring blankly up at the bunk above him. What little sleep he does get is disturbed by nightmares.
Rationally, he knew that no one here had ever heard of Shinichi Kudo or had any idea of why the name was important. Even if he reclaimed his name here, the chances were very low that the news would spread back to the media in his world, let alone the organization. The very fact that someone had been able to discover the truth behind his identity disturbed him, but no further threat from that angle had appeared so far.
But for the past year he had lived with the knowledge that the only thing protecting him from the organization was the fact that no one would guess that the child Conan Edogawa and the same person as Shinichi Kudo. There were even rumors that Shinichi Kudo was dead. Having that name attached to him here, without even the slim protection of his glasses as a disguise? He couldn't help but feel like he had attached an even larger target to himself.
By morning his rising paranoia has crystallized into a decision. He couldn't do anything about the name on his ticket or on the roster. But he could at least prevent himself from literally wearing it. A quick trip to the kitchen rewards him with a pair of scissors. He checks to make sure no one else was in the cabin, then pulls out his rucksack and starts carefully cutting the threads that kept each name tag attached to his clothes.
Kitchen, Team Orange:
At least chores like this were something familiar. He couldn't reach the kitchen counter by himself, but the floor was easy enough to sweep.
Gym Car:
Conan eventually finds his way to the gym car, where he occupies himself by kicking a soccerball against the wall in increasingly complicated ways. If there was one good thing about the shape of the car, it was the challenge it presented in finding ways to ricochet the ball off the walls.
Where: Various
When: Apple Day 18-22
What: Conan getting up to things
Sleeper One, Cabin B, Day 18:
Conan spends most of the first night staring blankly up at the bunk above him. What little sleep he does get is disturbed by nightmares.
Rationally, he knew that no one here had ever heard of Shinichi Kudo or had any idea of why the name was important. Even if he reclaimed his name here, the chances were very low that the news would spread back to the media in his world, let alone the organization. The very fact that someone had been able to discover the truth behind his identity disturbed him, but no further threat from that angle had appeared so far.
But for the past year he had lived with the knowledge that the only thing protecting him from the organization was the fact that no one would guess that the child Conan Edogawa and the same person as Shinichi Kudo. There were even rumors that Shinichi Kudo was dead. Having that name attached to him here, without even the slim protection of his glasses as a disguise? He couldn't help but feel like he had attached an even larger target to himself.
By morning his rising paranoia has crystallized into a decision. He couldn't do anything about the name on his ticket or on the roster. But he could at least prevent himself from literally wearing it. A quick trip to the kitchen rewards him with a pair of scissors. He checks to make sure no one else was in the cabin, then pulls out his rucksack and starts carefully cutting the threads that kept each name tag attached to his clothes.
Kitchen, Team Orange:
At least chores like this were something familiar. He couldn't reach the kitchen counter by himself, but the floor was easy enough to sweep.
Gym Car:
Conan eventually finds his way to the gym car, where he occupies himself by kicking a soccerball against the wall in increasingly complicated ways. If there was one good thing about the shape of the car, it was the challenge it presented in finding ways to ricochet the ball off the walls.
Gym: 19 mid-morningish
He smirked and gave it a kick, following the same pattern of hitting it off the wall so it would angle back to Conan.
Re: Gym: 19 mid-morningish
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It gets a bit away from Tony before he can catch it, but then he fires it back against the wall. He made sure it wasn't a perfect angle so Conan would also have to move to get it. The objective was on clear other than 'let's kick the ball in angles'
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"Shit!- Don't use that word." The advice is tossed back with a playful grin. He runs after the ball and kicks it back slowly, trying to control it like a soccer player does. It's not the best form, clearly not a true soccer expert but he tries. "You have some fancy footwork kid. When do they let you start soccer at your school?"
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Conan wasn't getting the ball back till he changed his mind on that. Plus.. what first grader thought so far ahead as fifth grade?
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And that was the truth. It was a year-round commitment with hours of practice a day. That had been the reason he'd quit in high school. He could have kept going and played professionally, but he didn't have the time to do that and get the experience he needed as an amateur detective.
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He kicks the ball at the wall again, not wanting to stop their game completely.
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He runs a few feet along the wall and catches the ball on the rebound.
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He kicks the ball again, but his angle is a little off this time, making Conan have to really run to catch it. He wasn't perfect at soccer, obviously.
"But it's fine. I don't know if it makes any difference here. I'm curious enough to want to know, but.." He shrugs. He wanted to earn more of Conan's trust before pressing any hard for answers.
Afternoon of day 20
She can't go to her room, Tony might be there. She can't go to the luggage compartment because that means going through the dressing room where Peter is.
She needs somewhere to hide, to lay low whilst she figures out what to do next. The gym is sometimes a good place. Often empty. She slides through the door, ready to bolt if she sees anyone.
She does see someone but it is the little boy. The one who is even younger than her. Not necessarily harmless but not someone she's avoiding.
She watches as he kicks the ball to make it bounce off the walls. It comes close to her head and she ducks watching as it bounces off into the distance.
Re: Afternoon of day 20
"Are you okay? I wasn't expecting anyone else to come in."
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"What do you be doing? Kicking it?"
She's explored all the balls before, they are interesting, they are different textures and weights and move differently. She's even read the ICP game list, but it's difficult to even picture how you would play them.
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"I'm practicing soccer. Do you play?"
The thought never occurs to him that there might be people here who'd never heard of the game.
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"Do you no be needing more people?"
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"For a full game, sure. But you can practice by yourself, or play practice games with just a few people."
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Everything took practice, she knew that, but she couldn't even imagine the type of practice kicking a ball would take. Was he trying to kick it further? Faster? Harder?
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She hadn't actually tried kicking one. Was it difficult?
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She has stepped further into the room now, interested in seeing this skill of his.
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"That do be being so... cool!" She borrowed a Peter word. "How did you be doing that?"
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"Can you be teaching me?" A pause and then, "I can be teaching you something in return if you do be wanting." Because nothing was free and she didn't want to be in anyone's debt, not even a little kid.
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"I don't know. What kinds of things do you know how to do?"
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What can she teach? She has lots of skills but many are not ones she can teach, not on this train full of self styled heroes of light and goodness anyways.
"I can be fighting, I can be teaching you that. Or climbing but I do be thinking you do already be knowing how to be doing that." He's a little kid, she's never met a kid who stayed on the ground any longer than necessary.
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It would be something new, at least. Even if it wasn't really something that had ever interested him before.
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Since they are here and the ball is here, she guesses it's his turn to teach first.
"So how do you be calculating the angle?"
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"How much math do you know already? Do you know anything about geometry?"
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Annoyingly. Especially since she's furious at Peter right now. She wished she could have proven him wrong and showed that she wasn't stupid after all.