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Character Names: Conan (

always1truth), Sherlock Holmes (

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When: Thursday of the second week of the Loveless plot
Location: The Kitchen!
Summary: Conan teaches Holmes how to use a Microwave :D
Rating: PG13 to be safe?
Warnings: Fanboying. Possible Spoilers for the Sherlock Holmes Series.
Status: WIP

Shinichi's mind was bustling with thoughts about Sherlock Holmes. In a few short minutes he'd be meeting his idol in person. He had heard the quote about never meeting your idols but this was different. Sherlock Holmes was a character in a book back in his world- a book he greatly enjoyed far above any other he'd read. Somehow, his complete set of works by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle made it to the manor and he wasn't questioning it.

What he was questioning- was if Sherlock Holmes would be able to figure out the microwave. After all, food was prepared and stored much differently back then. He might not even know what to make of the fridge. ...His next concern was seeing if he could Holmes to care about the modern technology. He knew from the books if he didn't think it'd help him on a case, Holmes wasn't likely to pay attention and Shinichi would find himself taking the role of Mrs Hudson. Which... wouldn't end well for either of them as he couldn't cook.

The detective-turned-child move quickly and quietly to the kitchen to wait. This would be an interesting interaction and he'd have to remind himself to keep his cool.

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It didn't take him long to find the kitchen - it was larger than the one he was used to back in Baker Street, and far more...polished, it seemed. The floor was made of some strange material, the counter tops shiny and a weird, silver colour.

Stepping further into the room, he eventually catches sight of Conan. When he himself is noticed, Conan will be met by an unkempt man in his late thirties, with shaggy dark hair, sunken deep hazel eyes, and a dirty shirt. Dried blood spatters his collar and one of his suspender straps is starting to fall off his shoulder.

Looking at the child in front of him, he tries his best to come across as friendly.

"You're..taller, than I expected"

Shinichi took in Holmes' appearance and figured he must have been between cases or something when he suddenly fund himself at the manor. Unlike Holmes, Conan was very clean. His blue jacket didn't have a speck of dirt on it-strange for a child his age- and buttoned up to hide his own suspenders. Most people would find it weird he wore suspenders and a belt, after all.

He noticed that Holmes' appearance didn't quite match that which Shinichi had while reading the book-though not by much. At the comment of being taller then expected, Shinichi can't help but feel a twinge of annoyance. After all, he should be taller. Much taller. He was supposed to be five foot ten and not three foot eight or whatever it was now. Really, he lost the will to care when he woke up to find he couldn't reach a door knob.

"Do you know how to use a microwave?" He pointed to the machine.

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Sensing he had irritated the child somewhat, Holmes glanced to the side awkwardly; he generally hated social situations when he was alone, or rather, without Watson.

As he was sure Conan had noticed, his appearence was hardly acceptable for meeting others. But, Holmes had never been one for vanity, and didn't see the point of keeping up appearences when he hardly ever ventured out of his room.

Looking at the small box on the counter, Holmes frowned at it, before pulling the door open and leaning forward to look inside.

"No, I can't say that I do. What does it do?"

Now that they were off the subject of his height, Shinichi felt his annoyance disappear entirely and moved over to the counter.

"It heats food. But-you can't put metal or Styrofoam and certain kinds of glass in it." He explained. "Metal will break it..." He looked towards the pantry as the ramen and microwavable food were probably kept in there-aside from frozen dinners but Shinichi never did figure those out.

"I've never been good at cooking, but there are a number of instant dishes that can be fixed now. What sounds good to you?"

The whole idea of 'instant food' is completely alien to Holmes, and he's immediately both curious and slightly disgusted by the idea. Walking towards the pantry, he opens the doors and looks around, pulling things off of the shelf and looking over the label, before dropping it to the floor and grabing something else. There was nothing he recognised as food.

Eventually, after stumbling over the small pile of packaged food that had gatehred at his feet, Holmes returned to where Conan was stood, his hands empty.

"There's nothing here I desire to ingest, or can imagine anyone else eating without later trouble. But, I am curious as to how that works.."

He raises an eyebrow and glances at the child.

"Show me"

Conan nodded somewhat cheerfully, but unable to shake the feeling of how strange this was. Carefully, he stepped over to the pile and picked out a cup of ramen from the pantry. He then pulled the plastic wrap off followed by the flavor seal.

"First, you fill this up to the line with water." He next went to the fridge to pull out a bottle of water and filled the cup of dehydrated noodles to the fill line. "The you cover it back up and put in the microwave." He did just so, closing the door and then hopping up on the counter so he could reach the buttons.

"And you press clear to make sure the memory's been cleared and then the two, three, zero, and press start." He finished, pressing said buttons so the microwave came to life with the dull humming as it heated the contents inside.

"It'll be done in two and half minutes-but then it's best to it set for three." He explained.

Leaning down, Holmes puts his face mere inches from the microwave's door, watching the pot of noodles turn slowly in the centre. As steam starts to rise from the pot, he pulls a sort of surprised, pouty face.

"I see...that's truely the most innovitive thing I've seen in a long while"

When the microwave suddenly goes dark and a loud 'BING' noise is heard, he straightens up fairly sharpish, stepping back to allow Conan to retrieve it - he doesn't quite trust it enough to go ahead and thrust his hand inside.

Maybe he should have warned him about that... Shinichi just pressed the button to open it up and sets the cup to the side. "Now just wait three minutes and it'll be cooled down enough to eat."

While Holmes waits on his, Conan's just gonna make one for himself, using all the same steps as before.

Despite the risk of burning himself, Holmes reaches out and picks up the steaming pot of noodles, smelling it gingerly, and frowning. Looking at the label, he see's that it's supposed to be flavoured like 'Chicken and herbs', and smells it again. After a moment of deciding whether or not to try it, he lifts it up, and he dips his tongue into the liquid. Withdrawing quickly, having burnt himself, he sets the pot down again, and curses the sudden pain in his mouth.

"...Chicken? Really?..how peculiar.."

"Ah-" But it was definitely too late to warn the more skilled detective. Well... he supposed Holmes would learn fast enough. He looked up as the microwave ding'd again and decided to just let his sit inside.

Holmes would probably need a fork and Conan was more accustomed to chopsticks, so he moved to get the necessary utensils before returning to his original spot on the counter.

"Oh yeah, I've been meaning to ask- what year was it before you came here?"

Taking the small silver fork form his companion, Holmes stirs his food cautiously, examing the contents with dubious curiousity. When Conan asks about the year, he doesn't bother to look up from the steaming pot.

"1891 - why doy you ask?"

1891? That was the same year Holmes and Moriarty fell from Reichenbach falls. May 4th 1891. Holmes had been looking for Watson when he got here so he'd venture to guess they hadn't gone to Switzerland yet. The reason Shinichi was asking was to figure out about where Holmes was in his accomplishments and which cases he'd solved.

However, rather then answering with that, Conan just shrugged. "Just curious, it's 2010 where I'm from." He pulled his chop sticks apart and retrieved his cup of noodles before starting to eat.

Holmes goes to try some of the strange, alien food that the label read as being 'cup-o-noodles', when he processed what the boy said.

"2010? Really? How curious..."

With that thought in mind, he feeds himself a big helping of food, and chews thoughtfully, before pulling a face.

"You know, they're really not that bad..a little bland perhaps..and greasy..but I suppose it could be worse"

He glances at Conan; could he actually be from so far in the future? That being said, what with the decor of the house and the strange appliances, Holmes realized that he must be way out of his own timeline to be here.

Shinichi has to agree they're a little bland. After all, they're so much better in Japan. But right now food is food.

"Mm, they're a lot better in Japan." He briefly wondered what Holmes thought the future was like-but being in this house he'd guess Holmes probably thought it was something like this.

He took another bite of ramen using his chopsticks. Not like it mattered. What was important was that he'd met Sherlock Holmes. And not just through a virtual reality game.

Although he tried his best to enjoy the noodles, Holmes felt his stomach start to turn. Putting the pot down, he straightens up from where he was leaning against the wall, and goes to explore the rest of the kitchen. The utensils and instruments for cooking were mostly familiar, but the food in the cupboards certainly wasn't - everything was packaged, in plastic or paper; there didn't seem to be anything fresh at all. Holmes didn't really have too much of a problem with this; his eating habits were hardly healthy or consistant, so the food supplies didn't bother him, just so long as its there when he needs it.

He looks back around at Conan when he hears what he says.

"So, you're Japanese?..I've always wanted to go to Asia.." he says this fairly absently as he continues to explore the room, opening drawers and pulling out odd bits and bobs

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sorry this is late >_< I saw Conan going to Black Jack's rescue btw =3

/pats/ it's okay >:

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