[ 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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[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.

[damnidjits]

[Mutters]

Sounds messy.

Alright, looks like someone's gotta go down there.

[holmes_fanatic]

We'd appreciate all the help we can get! There's people searching already, but -- it's all grey down there. Between the light and the smell and what we're looking for, we keep having to spell people. If Bobby-san's sure ...

[damnidjits]

[Shrug - this is going to suck, but it's really all in a day's work for him.]

I got a flashlight.

[holmes_fanatic]

I'll get you a suit.

[And Conan's off to harrass the water department for a protective suit in Bobby's approximate size. What luck! They have one.]

[damnidjits]

[He nods his thanks when Conan procures the suit, and then tugs it on with an ease of someone who has put on such outfits enough times. His mind is already on the task, mentally readying himself for what is to come.]

[holmes_fanatic]

[Conan watches him, trying to place the expression. He finally finds a likeness in the attitude of many a Metropolitan Officer. Would Bobby mind the comparison? It's hard to say.]