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[modernholmes]

Who: Conan modernholmes and anyone!
Where: The park
When: Now
Style: Any
Status: Open

The situation had become complicated.

Conan had had plenty of time to think it over, this past week.  With the number of secrets he held, the detective had quickly seen the risk of the so-called thought bubbles.  He had hastily found an excuse to vanish for the week.  Visiting with 'Shinichi-niichan'.  Well, it was a safe excuse, considering he knew quite well that the thief currently masquerading as his real identity had just as much interest in keeping his own secrets close.  Conan was quite sure Kid had avoided everyone this past week as well.

But now... now the bubbles were gone.  And so Conan had grabbed his soccerball and headed for the park.  He had a lot of thinking to do about the imposter that had taken up the identity of Shinichi Kudo.  And he had always done his best thinking while kicking around a soccerball.

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[zim]

Sure, Zim had been out and about without his disguise more than once already, but that didn't mean he had entirely dropped that act just yet. Those past tiems could have very well been lucky guesses! And as things were, his contacts and extra wig had been just where he had left them: In his PAK.

So there the alien was: perfectly disguised right at the center of the park, some strange device at hand that wasn't the SFC and pressing barely visible buttons with growing frustration, muttering to himself "Why can't I send out a signal?!"

[modernholmes]

Conan stops the soccerball by resting his foot on top of it and gives the child with green skin an dry look.

"Can I help you with something?"

[zim]

The alien flinched at the sudden voice and almost dropped the strange device. Almost. Zim grimaced briefly, but quickly turned his attention to the human, trying to hide a slightly nervous (or just frustrated?) twitch.

"No! No, I don't need your help little meat-child! I am merely... Ah... Playing. Right! We are all just playing here after all..."

He gave a short, forced laugh and quickly put his own communication device back in his pack to avoid further questions.

[modernholmes]

Conan observes all of this, his expression twitching a little at the incredibly obvious cover up.

"...meat child?"

[zim]

If Zim was good at something, then it was beign obvious as well as being oblivious about his obvious behavior.

"Yes! Squishy, slippery... Meat child."

There was a brief pause cefore the alien went on, trying to be all casual "You do not happen to know how to send a transmission off of this planet, do you?"

[modernholmes]

"Find a radio telescope." Conan was the most unhelpful.

"Why are you green?"

[zim]

At the suggestion of the boy, the Irken merely frowned at Conan for a couple of moments. Right. Humans. Like they were ever any help.

"Right. I shall try that." Zim blinked at the other for his question and merely added "It's called a skin condition."

[modernholmes]

"No it isn't. There are no skin conditions capable of causing that."

[zim]

"Are you calling ZIM a liar?!"

[modernholmes]

"Misinformed, possibly."

[zim]

"YOU'RE LYING!!"

The alien glared for a moment, but almost instantly calmed down again.

"How would you even know that?! You are still a mere smeet by human standarts!"

[hypervision]

Reisuke's been here in Vatheon a few weeks or so now, but strangely enough, it's been so boring. Well, other than the bubbles that were following people around earlier, that had been kind of amusing. But his oh so beloved "big brother and sister" were somewhere around here and he still hadn't figured out what he was going to do for when he met them in person again. He couldn't just go see to them with the same ideas and plans he had then, they were already prepared for his previous tricks. There had to be new strategies, new games to be played...

So here he was, bored and sitting in the park with all the appearances of a normal little boy playing with his handpuppets...until the other boy and his soccer ball suddenly catch Reisuke's attention. Ohhhh...hope you don't mind getting stared at by little kids even younger than the body you're stuck in, Conan.

[modernholmes]

Conan is focusing on his own thoughts and manipulating the soccerball. He notices the other boy, but doesn't feel any need to approach him yet. Feel free to watch as he kicks the ball off the back of his foot and begins bouncing it on top of his head.

[hypervision]

"Ohh..."

Yes, Reisuke appears to be rather easily impressed by Conan's soccer skills. Then again, he is a little kid. He looks down at his handpuppets as he seems to mumble to himself a pretend conversation amongst the two of them before looking back up again, apparently having come to some sort of decision. He finally speaks up a little louder as he points to the soccer ball. "Hey, where did you get that?"

[modernholmes]

"I've had it for a while."

[hypervision]

"Oh...do you know where I could get one to play with too?"

[modernholmes]

"Try the shops on the plaza."

[hypervision]

Reisuke makes a "hmm" kind of sound before he suddenly holds up his one of his two handpuppets in front of his face, pretending to speak with them. "Thank you for telling us! We will be sure to check the shops here as soon as we can so that Rei-kun here can get one too! After all, it's no fun to just sit around and do nothing while we're here, right?"

[modernholmes]

Conan gives him a pleasant smile. "Rei-kun is it? Nice to meet you. I'm Conan Edogawa."

[hypervision]

Reisuke grins back as he continues to cheerfully wave his handpuppets about. "It's very nice to meet you too, Conan onii-chan!"

[modernholmes]

"Have you been here long?"

[hypervision]

"I've been here...um, two weeks, maybe?"

Reisuke isn't entirely sure, what with arriving in a new place and being thrown off his game a bit. But it certainly feels like he's been here for at least a week or more by now. Now he's speaking a bit normally again as he looks at Conan curiously. "How long have you been here?"