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voidtreckerexpress2020-06-25 04:57 pm
deductiongeek) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-06-25 04:57 pm
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Who: Conan and Anyone
What: Some things have happened that Conan probably should have explained. He hasn't. Come bother him.
Where: Various
When: Latter half of Fiddlesticks, before that post
1. Kitchen, late night
When Conan arrives at the kitchen this time, it is with a great deal more wariness than normal. He checks around the kitchen and dining area before he pulls a chair into the kitchen to make his usual coffee.
2. Gym car, afternoon
Conan has claimed a corner of the gym car for soccer practice. He'd started with fairly basic drills, but quickly moved on to bouncing the ball off the walls, floor and occasionally the ceiling at increasingly implausible angles.
3. Library, morning
Conan can be found in one of the chairs close to the train's makeshift library, a stack of books by his side. A frown is on his face as he takes notes in a small notebook. Anyone standing nearby might notice scrawls referencing Sherlock Holmes, Watson and alternate universes.
What: Some things have happened that Conan probably should have explained. He hasn't. Come bother him.
Where: Various
When: Latter half of Fiddlesticks, before that post
1. Kitchen, late night
When Conan arrives at the kitchen this time, it is with a great deal more wariness than normal. He checks around the kitchen and dining area before he pulls a chair into the kitchen to make his usual coffee.
2. Gym car, afternoon
Conan has claimed a corner of the gym car for soccer practice. He'd started with fairly basic drills, but quickly moved on to bouncing the ball off the walls, floor and occasionally the ceiling at increasingly implausible angles.
3. Library, morning
Conan can be found in one of the chairs close to the train's makeshift library, a stack of books by his side. A frown is on his face as he takes notes in a small notebook. Anyone standing nearby might notice scrawls referencing Sherlock Holmes, Watson and alternate universes.
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(If he is here deliberately to keep Conan company... well, what of it? They both have issues)
"Next thing you know, someone is going to show up to give you a headache."
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Conan stares sourly down into his cup.
"No help is needed there."
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He eyes Conan and wonders if it's worth him trying some.
"I'd offer to help but I don't think I'm much help in this scenario."
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He... probably should not have said that.
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But he won't say Told You So, because... he's not THAT mean.