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[And, this is a very non-canon Shinichi, to be seen floating cross-legged with his eyes shut in the middle of the lobby. If you've seen the Star Wars prequels, you might recognise the brown Jedi robes and leather tunic as being padawan wear, and most notably for his rank, the braid that hung down over his shoulder onto his front.

After just a moment hovering there, he opens his eyes with a snap and falls to the floor with a rather undignified thump. He's starting to look worried.]

Stars, it's as though everyone just... disappeared. [Cue pacing around, not really taking anything in, but he's still talking to uh, himself. Or the Force. Take your pick. You might also be able to recognise the familiar-looking metal cylinder bumping against his leg.] Of course, I didn't feel them die, they simply vanished, not... and aside from that, I can feel a whole load of people here, too...

(ooc: This is a free verse, so feel free to play around in the sandbox - I'm still testing it out, and I what I write up here and in the character journal are mostly all I've got on it. Have fun~)

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[Good because that wasn't up for discussion. Ran opens a door, pleased that the infirmary seems to be where she left it.]

Here it is? Does it look much different to the one's where you're from?

The general principle isn't changed... but there are a lot of things that I don't recognise at all. Or that seem outdated. You don't have any droids at all here?

Not unless we've suddenly acquired an Agasa.

Agasa...? [Cue confused blinking.] I... think we have a mechanic with a name like that...

Just as well. I can't imagine him as a knight somehow.

Portly fellow? Good with the younglings but not so good with what he's supposed to be working on? If that's who you mean, then I'll have to agree.

He's Shinichi's neighbour back home. They've got an Uncle-nephew like relationship -- really good friends.

[...He's trying to imagine that kind of thing. It's weird. But he remembers talking with the man sometimes when he'd still been a youngling, and if he took away the fact that he was to grow up to be Jedi from the picture, then he could see this other Ran's scenario much easier.]

...I imagine it must be interesting, living with that many constant explosions.

Shinichi complains, of course, but last year when Agasa went out of town for a conference and was away a week, Shinichi said he couldn't relax, it was too quiet.

...I can imagine it would be, if he grew up with that racket. [However fond of the man he might or might not be, the noise would put him off any ideas of liking the prospect for real.] That number of explosions couldn't possibly be healthy.

[Ran's smile falters slightly but she summons a casual expression and tone.]

The way Shinichi tells it, Agasa's explosions were the most benign thing about growing up. I'm not entirely sure I believe him.

[Shinichi senses the falter. And is curious. He crosses his arms inside his robes, walking beside her, head tilted towards her.] Oh?

[But he isn't going to push.]

Shinichi's relationship with his family isn't the best. [And that is all she is saying about that.]

Come on, the kitchen is this way.

...I see. [He doesn't actually, or at least not completely, and only from an onlooker's viewpoint. Since he doens't have any actual family ties himself. He follows her silently, except for the rustle of his robes and maybe the creak of the leather tunic he's wearing, as he thinks on it, though.]

[Ran opens another door, glad of the distraction.] And here's the kitchen! I imagine it looks much like any other kitchen does.

[Have a peering in Shinichi, looking at all the modern appliances with interest.]

More or less. There are some things I don't recognise, but I'm fairly certain I could find my way around them with a bit of experimentation.

[Ran hesitates. Dare she leave him alone to experiment?] M-maybe you should ask me a few questions while I'm here to help.

[Oh, she could. He wouldn't burn the place down too badly, either - he was forced to learn how to cook well enough so that his Master didn't get food poisoning during one of his missions. Still.]

Advice would be appreciated, thank you...

[Peering at the cooker. He knows well enough not to fiddle with the buttons and knobs, though.]

Okay. Um. Well, I suppose the first thing you need to know is ...

[Just how well and how long Ran has been friends with Shinichi is obvious in her explanation, catered to someone with an interest in knowing how things work and what will happen if you do that.]

... but generally the smoke alarm will go off before you can do that.

[He straightens with some alarm.]

You mean to say that there is something wrong with the machine?

No. It's more something wrong with whatever you've put in it.

What do you mean by-! Oi. I'm not that bad.

But that brings us to the next stop on the tour -- the dining room, where you don't have to cook at all.

And he does follow, but unlike last time, it's not in silence, it's in a slouch and with grumbles following her.

"I'm not that bad. Master even said I'd improved, and it took me ages to get even that much out of him..."

...etcetera etectera.

Ran has partnered Shinichi through too many home economics classes to be the slightest bit affected by that. "Here! Impressive, don't you think?"