[ OPEN ] OH. What's Occuring?

[holmes_fanatic]

Who: Your local forensics department, hospital staff, curious bystanders, others.
What: Scenario A: A regular day in the office (during a musical curse) | B: Out on the job.
When: A: Day 84 morning | B: Day 84 afternoon
Where: A: The forensics department office, third floor of the hospital attached to the laboratory. | An alleyway around a manhole in Odin district, close to the wall and the border with Thor.
Rating: PG13 for possible grisly details.

[two scenarios! I will post a scene-setting comment for both of them, please reply below the comment of the scenario you're taking part in, even if you're not replying directly to Conan. Thank you!

By the way, I encourage Forensics people to reply to both parts of the post, thread jack and jump around -- this is to get an idea of how our characters interact in their daily working lives! /o/]

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[B]

[holmes_fanatic]

[A scene exam is getting underway in Odin. Complaints about a persistent bad smell coming from a sewer in a mostly grey part of Odin, finally led to some investigation by the water department -- and then a hurried call to the forensics team. Outfitted in overalls borrowed from the water department the forensics team are standing by while Conan runs over the case.]

-- a hand was found in the sewer. From size it belonged to either a woman or a young man, though detailed analysis will take place at the lab. Our mission now is to search for the rest of the hand's owner, check the location for any clues and take statements from the residents. Any questions?

consider this OTA

[writeswrongs]

Castle had to see this for himself.

Beckett had told him that the forensics department in Asgard was run by a 7 year old, but he had thought she was making some kind of joke about the maturity of their captain. No. It was literally run by a 7 year old. Castle gawked at the boy and how the team just... listened to him. Not even Alexis was that smart when she was 7, and his daughter was pretty darn close to perfect in his opinion.

He received Beckett's message over the bracelet to come check out the team in action at the crime scene, but he was hanging back - mostly for her sake. She'd warned him not to make a scene.

[holmes_fanatic]

[It was halfway through answering questions and giving more detailed instructions about who would do what that Conan began to have the feeling of being watched. A quick glance confirmed this. Not someone he knew -- but to get there so soon, was he a resident of the Odin district or had a team member let him know? Only one way to find out. As the team dispersed to get to work on their separate tasks, Conan made his way over to the man.]

Ne ... do you live around here, Ojisan?

[writeswrongs]

Oh how he wished he spoke Japanese. Or maybe not, since that was a borderline insult. Beckett hadn't told him anything about not saying who he really was, so he figured he wouldn't lie. Besides, he was still too stunned.

"No, uh.. I live in Loki. My name is Richard Castle. Back home in New York, I'm Detective Beckett's partner."

He pointed to the woman with the wavy brown hair who was closely inspecting the scene.

"I consult for the NYPD."

[holmes_fanatic]

Ah!

[So it had been his second guess. Conan brightened. Another expert was always welcomed and one that had experience already working with a member of his team doubly so.]

Should I bring you up to date on the case so far? Or let Detective Beckett do that -- Ah, sorry! I'm assumming you'd like to join in ...

I'm Edogawa Conan, by the way -- call me Conan.



((Actually Ojiisan (granddad) might be insulting, but Ojisan (Uncle) doesn't usually have that connotation, especially when used by someone of Conan's apparent age. Children are encouraged to address people whose names they don't know as 'Aunt' 'Uncle' so Conan's not being intentionally rude -- rather polite and childish.))

[writeswrongs]

"Nice to meet you, Conan."

Castle was still staring in disbelief, because really, this was too much. Had Beckett just accepted this and gone with it?

"Uh. You can brief me if you'd like. If not, Beckett's pretty skilled at that."


((Oh, lol, the definition I found of it said it was a bit derogatory. Sorry bout that!))

[extraordinarymuse]

Kate just finished up with an interview when she noticed Castle standing off to the side. She told him to stop by the crime scene, and he had expected him to come, but she hadn't yet had the chance to talk to Conan about getting Castle involved with the team. That meant he couldn't quite yet get inside the metaphorical tape. Yet. So instead she made her way over to him after thanking the person she had been interviewing.

"Castle." She checked her notebook for a moment, reviewing the 'facts' she had managed to collect before closing it. She smiled. "Glad you could make it."

[writeswrongs]

"Anything for my muse."

This place seemed to have done a number on Beckett. She was smiling a lot more - happier. Maybe the walls really were coming down, just like she said.

"So I heard something about a severed hand and a sewer."

[extraordinarymuse]

Kate paused for a moment, staring at Castle because...well it's been a while. Since she heard him refer to her as his muse. Had they really been that off? She shakes off the thought, literally shaking her head before looking back over her shoulder to where the forensics team was still lifting pieces out of the sewer.

"Not just a hand. The rest of the body's down there too, somewhere. We're only getting bits and pieces, and it's a fairly slow process, but they're pretty sure it's only one vic. We won't know for sure until they get them to the lab."

opennnnn

[respectus]

[ and because he has no actual forensic experience, velige's probably shuffled off to doing the menial tasks again. moving equipment, doing crowd control and searching for any additional suspicious samples along the edge of the sewer grating-- the last of which he is doing right now.

he has gloves, cotton swaps, sample bags and a bottle of luminol that he's currently brandishing like a bottle of Febreeze. however, he isn't using it just yet, because it looks like something caught his eye.

putting down the bottle, he squints into the shadows of the sewer grates. turning to the nearest person-- ]

Ain't it look like somethin's wedged there?

[holmes_fanatic]

Conan's just finished giving instructions to the staff they've borrowed from the water department to move the supplies from the hospital into the tent, when Loewe's comment catches his attention and he crouches beside him, hand going to his glasses momentarily before he remembers that the zoom function won't work in Asgard.

"I think you're right. Annalie --"

But the Senior Technician is occupied. They could get the attention of one of the staff already in the sewer, or ...

Well, they did promise learning on the job. "You've read the handbook of basic scene protocol, right?"

[respectus]

When Conan begins to speak, Velige turns his attention to the little boss. It's interesting how the little boss' hands were going to his glasses-- he wonders if it's something to do with the prescription, or perhaps a habit. Well, it's none of his business, really, especially considering the topic at hand. Quietly waiting for a decision to be made, he turns back to the crime scene again when the little boss asks him a question.

He remembers the handbook. Kind of reminds him how long it's been since he's actually seen a paper book, let alone read it.

"Yeah." And getting the cue from the question, he quietly returns some of the collection tools back to his work satchel, before moving to the work-issued camera around his neck. Adjusting a few settings, he gets up to move to a better position, conscious of where he steps.

[holmes_fanatic]

Conan watches approvingly. Paying attention to the basics -- he feels he can leave Loewe to continue the initial photographing while he has a word to the water department staff about getting a suit his size.

He's back about the time that the photographing is finished.

"Ne ... how strong's your stomach?"

totally ota! :3

[extraordinarymuse]

Kate is currently trying to get information from the people standing around the scene. She'd gotten the basics from Conan - hand in the sewer, either young man or woman, currently searching for rest of the body - but until the more detailed exam took place, that was all they had to go off of. Which means interviews, lots and lots of interviews, while the actual forensics team is doing the (literal) dirty work.

The natives aren't too helpful. No one seems to have noticed anyone having gone missing in the past month or so. But she's asking everyone, anyway, because that's how she was trained. "And you don't remember anything? Anyone who just stopped being around anytime in the past month or so?" It's frustrating, yes, but it's cop work. She started off at the bottom back in NYC, she can do it here.

And since there aren't any cops to actually patrol the scene, she finds herself doing a lot of shuffling of people. Please stand back, this is a crime scene, please take a step back. The last thing they need is someone else falling down into that manhole.

[holmes_fanatic]

There's a clearing of a throat as Annalie comes to stand beside Beckett. For an until recently grey citizen, Annalie has a lot of presence. She's tall, with an arresting figure and she usually manages to get what she wants just by sheer intimidation factor (consciously or not). Annalie approves of Beckett's approach to her work however, so she greets the other woman with a smile.

"I'll take over for you here," she said. "The kid wants a word with you in the tent."

They've managed to get the tent fully set up now and there's two tables inside, one for staff to work at, the other for their ... decidedly grisly finds. Conan's studying a rather ... foul looking ... thing ... when Beckett joins him, the smell speaking for itself.

[extraordinarymuse]

Kate doesn't notice Annalie approach until she's standing right next to her, mentioning how Conan wants to talk to her in the tent. She takes a look in that direction before nodding, thanking Annalie for taking over, handing her the notebook she was using to take notes, and then heading off toward Conan. She doesn't know much about Annalie, hasn't had much interaction with her out of the strictly professional sense, but she has Kate's respect.

When she ducks under the flap of the tent she has to take a moment to get used to the small before she can walk the rest of the way over, swallowing thickly to keep down her gag reflex. She sees Conan and moves to stand across the table from him, looking down at the pieces they've pulled out of the sewer. Some things never change, but at least the morgue back in NYC held in the smell.

"Find anything useful?"

[holmes_fanatic]

"'Useful' sounds wrong but we found more." Conan nods towards the thing in front of him. "This was a leg. There's a forearm too. Definitely foul play. Rate of decomposition indicates death occurred between a week to two weeks ago -- the recent hot weather, moist conditions of the sewer and severing of the limbs would all speed up the process. Rate of decomposition and size of what we've found all seem to indicate a single victim, but we'll have to rely on the DNA analysis done in the lab to know for sure."

OTA

[damnidjits]

[Bobby also got wind of such news, so he hurries over to investigate. A handgun is tucked into the back of his jeans, just in case.

He heads over to Conan as soon as he spots him.]

Damn kids always pokin' their noses where they shouldn't.

[It's said jokingly, since he had expected to run into Conan here, and he honestly would be surprised to not find the pint-sized detective involved in some way.]

[holmes_fanatic]

Geez, another adult who thinks he can tell us what to do!

[Conan's teasing greeting doesn't hide that he's pleased to see Bobby. On top of the time that's passed in Asgard itself, he spent three weeks of mental time back in Tokyo. It feels like he hasn't seen the older man in ages.

It's also quite a relief to have an excuse to move away from the manhole's strong smell of putrifaction.]

Did you hear about this case or did you smell it?

[damnidjits]

Damn straight.

[He grins at the banter, which fades when the smell hits him in the face like a hammer. Holy shit.]

I'm gonna say both. Whaddya got so far?

[Aka get him up to speed. He has some info, but not enough yet.]

[holmes_fanatic]

[With Bobby it's easy to go from banter to talking shop. Conan doesn't even hesitate as he switches gears.]

A single victim, probably male. He's been dead sometime -- a couple of weeks. Dismembered and hidden in the sewer. We're still -- trying to find all of him, and it won't be until the lab results come back that we'll know for sure we have a single victim.

OTA

[thawing]

[In the background there's a creepy, small, skinny girl standing and smoking a cigarette. Her stare is a bit unnerving but her eye never wavers from the crime scene. She's making a photograph of it.

Lisbeth hadn't wanted to get involved in the first place, Armansky had always told her she was crap when it came to interacting with people and asked her to work from home. But this was interesting to her and she figured if anything could preoccupy her it was figuring out a murder by herself. For fun. But that meant legwork and being in public - she didn't mind either but she'd rather be holed up in her apartment with a computer.]

[holmes_fanatic]

[It's not until he's dismissed the team to their various tasks and is coming up from the sewer for a much needed airbreak that Conan realises that something is off. It takes him another moment to realise why. The smell of tobacco is rare enough in Asgard that he noted the woman at the back of the crowd, even if he didn't register. Now the crowd has thinned but she's still there.

Conan's turned interviewing over to Beckett to lead (how many people are going to want to be interviewed by a seven-year-old after all?) but he's curious enough to approach her himself.]

Excuse me, Oneechan! Do you live around here?

[thawing]

[She doesn't at all know who Conan is here or what he's doing at a crime scene, she assumes he's the child of one of the investigators. Even if she hadn't just arrived, she might still have a time of trying to make sense of it.

The look Lisbeth gives the kid borders on hostile, but due to his apparent age she seems to be attempting to be less abrasive out of the gate.]

No.

[Lisbeth takes one last drag off her cigarette and inhales deeply before hissing it out between her teeth, directing it towards the sky. She crushes it under the toe of her boot before she speaks again.]

Just looking.

[Her accent is faintly Swedish, if one had heard it before. But she speaks in mumbles and whispers more often than not.]

[holmes_fanatic]

[Conan's been so spoilt by the indulgence of the grey people and the willingness of most travellers to overlook his age that the abruptness is a surprise.]

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