day two: seeking manager

[atrophied]

Who: Clinic peoples
What: Lockdown: Day Two
When: Today!
Where: The clinic

[ Still here | Passport wanted | Looking for entertainment | Burning food | Feel free to come up with your own sections if you wish! ]

Comments

[modernholmes]

[At this point he'd take them. Medical knowledge could be very useful when examining corpses.]

Anything! I'm really bored.

[squartatore]

I'll go check out the shelves. [she gestures in the direction of...wherever the books are kept, trying to look like she knows what she's doing and thinking a kid like him might prefer a magazine or somesuch]

[modernholmes]

Thank you! [If she brought back a kiddie magazine he might scream.]

[squartatore]

[in a little bit, Sayaka returns with a car magazine (for the colours), one for video games (in case he changes his mind), and one with outdated celebrity gossip (YOU NEVER KNOW) -- actually, can they still be considered celebrities if only part of the population here has any idea who they are --

plus the least thick books she could find, mostly on medical-related topics. But there are diagrams...this kingdom is so terribly child-unfriendly :(]

Here.

[modernholmes]

[Conan keeps a carefully happy expression on his face, even as he cringes at the magazines.]

Thank you! Those look fun to read.

[squartatore]

[feels something is a bit off, but can't pinpoint it because reading body language and decoding what it says are very different indeed. So she shrugs and takes a seat after setting everything down, looking over at the gaming folks and wondering inwardly when a controller will be free]

Knock yourself out. [...] The games aren't to your tastes?

[modernholmes]

...I don't like video games very much.

[squartatore]

And that's something I don't hear every day. What century are you from? [bow ties??]

[modernholmes]

The twentieth. I'm from Tokyo. [He's just a weird kid. He was weird even when he actually was a kid.]

[squartatore]

[wasn't waiting on a straight answer -- which her raised eyebrows probably indicate all too obviously]

Yeah? So what do you get up to in your free time, big-city kid? [other than walking into crime scenes]

[modernholmes]

I like to read. And I do a lot of things with my friends. [Or rather, he got forced to go along with the detective boys on their adventures.]

[squartatore]

[nods, unaware of the perils that come with, well, being Conan in general]

I guess that makes you something of a rare breed here.

[modernholmes]

A little! But there are other people here who like to read too.

[It wasn't his fault that he was terribly unlucky.]

[squartatore]

Well, yeah. The appeal gets a bit lost when there's a book that follows you around all the time and never shuts up, though.

[no offense, Weiss :\]

[modernholmes]

...We've met. [They hadn't gotten along.]

[squartatore]

Huh? [what -- oh] Yeah, he's...kind of like the journal, in that way.

[modernholmes]

He is far more irritating than the journal.

[squartatore]

[headtilt...] What'd he do?