first spark: action

[that_cost]

[So, there's this blonde girl standing by the street, backpack over one shoulder. Fingers curled tightly around the beat up strap, knuckles almost white from how hard she's hanging onto that bag. Her hair's tied back and her attire is nothing fascinating. Denim jacket over a dark blue plaid shirt over a white t-shirt. Jeans. Black Converse All-Stars on her feet. Physically, she doesn't look a day over 18 except around the eyes. They look old. Tired. Like they've seen too much.

And she's watching the people pass with an air of suspicion, eyes darting to and fro as she makes an obvious effort to not touch people as they go by.

But then, she's also still trying to catch their attention.]

Excuse me. Can you tell me the way to the nearest--- [Nope. Ignored. What about this person?]

Hey, I got off at the wrong bus stop. Can you tell me where--- [Ugh. Asshole. They just kept walking, shot her a funny look as they continued on.]

Dude. I'm lost. If you can point me in the direction of the n--. Wow. Okay. Fine. Sorry I wasted a second of your life.

[She'll just persist in this endeavor until someone answers her question, trying to keep her urgency in check as a scowl grows on her face.]

First | Action

[deductiongeek]

[Conan was not amused.

It wasn't like suddenly finding himself in a new location was anything new. He'd been through his fair share of kidnappings, after all. It was a hazard of the business he was in.

But normally.... Normally he would have been aware of the transition. If only by the obvious`method of a period of unconsciousness. This time he clearly remembered watching the police start work on the clean up of the bombed baggage car. Knowing there was nothing there left for him to do, he had turned to walk away. Vermouth and Bourbon were long gone. And he was quite sure that Kid had already made his leave.

And then he had been here. A quick walk around the village had revealed buildings of European styles and materials. He knew very well that there were no structures like that anywhere near the area of Japan he had been in.

It was time to do some investigating.

Conan makes sure that his body language and expression is appropriately childish before he heads off in search of the nearest likely looking adult. If there was one thing he had learned from his situation, it was how to take full advantage of the usual reactions to a lost child. Most adults never realized just how much they would let slip to kids in this kind of situation.]

Ne, ne! Can you help me? I think I'm lost!