First Case [Open to All]
Characters: Ran Mouri, Conan Edogawa, Kogoro Mouri, and anyone!
Location: The Plaza
Time: About an hour after their arrival
Style : Any
Status: Open!
Ran no longer had to really pay all that close attention to Conan to realize that the cold was getting to him. There were several tell-tale signs that indicated that something needed to be done about the situation they now found themselves in.
There was really no time to question how they wound up there, nor could Ran spend much time glowering over the nerve of soaking a small child to the bone and leaving him to drip-dry. Even if the place had been warmer, there was always the chance of an ear infection, and Conan was as prone to illness as any kid his age.
Right. This was the time to find fresh clothes. Even if not for her, at the very least for Conan. It took a lot more than being doused to get Ran sick.
Ran cast a concerned glance down to the little boy walking beside her, though it quickly shifted to one of annoyance. The towel she had fetched for him was draped over his shoulders! That wasn't going to do much to help dry him off! "Hey!"
She firmly took Conan by the arm and knelt to his eye level while trapping him in the towel, rubbing it swiftly over his hair. "You're going to get sick if you don't keep this towel wrapped around you, okay? Geez."
Conan had been caught up in thinking over all the details of their situation. It was definitely a kidnapping. But what was the purpose of this? And why had all three of them been taken? He'd been careful to never give them a reason to target Ran or the Old Man.
More to the point, how was this place possible? Logically speaking, it was impossible to build an underwater dome covering this much space. Even putting apart the impossibility of the size of the dome, the weight of the water pressure should have flattened this entire area.
Of course, this was when he was interrupted in his musings by Ran's efforts to get him dry. He sputters in protest as she rubs the towel over his hair and clothes.
"R-Ran-neechan! What are you doing? I can do this myself!"
Of course all of his protests are made useless when he suddenly sneezes loudly and shivers.
“We’re soaked to the bone, in an unknown location with no idea who’s behind this and you’re worried about a little cold?”
Priorities, woman! Where are they?
“Keep the brat close, I don’t want him wandering off.” There was a Welcome Center post sign that directed them elsewhere, it was probably a good idea to start there. The concept of being welcomed was unusual in of itself after all.