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Shotaro Hidari, Private Detective ([personal profile] tanteiotaku) wrote in [community profile] ten_fwd2015-08-16 05:34 am

The Missing F // On the case!

It wasn't like Mick at all to just wander off on his own for this long. Normally he wasn't too far from Philip's side. He didn't really seem to like anyone except for Philip, after all. He kind of grew to tolerate Shotaro, though. They didn't have much of a choice for a while there, anyway.

But for as long as Mick had been missing, Philip was getting upset. He was the last remaining member of his family, after all. So it fell to Shotaro, finder extraordinaire, to track him down.

The boss had told him, that in order to catch someone, you had to think like your mark. And the same thing applied to cats, right? In one hand he had a feather on a string, one of Mick's favorite toys. But he wasn't just waggling it around calling the cats' name like a normal person, no. That was for amateurs. Instead, he was making his best "Myaaaa~" as he went along the corridors. He was hunched over, with his hands curled over like paws. Occasionally he would rub at his ear like a cat that was cleaning its face. Some of the time he would even have his eyes closed, for the sake of focus.

He didn't really pay attention to where he was doing this, so if he's being loud outside the door of someone doing important work that needs focus, or some poor sap that got stuck on third watch last night, then that was unfortunate. He's a detective in the zone.
dictaphonic: (Head-tilt)

[personal profile] dictaphonic 2015-08-16 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Will happened to see Shotaro doing a cat impression in the middle of a corridor he was passing through--and by "happened to see" he really meant "couldn't fail to miss." While Will liked to think that he was a person who was rather well-versed with strange occurrences, he had to admit that this was completely new even to him. For a moment, he wondered if this man were an alien for whom this was normal behaviour and if perhaps he should just keep walking.

But in the face of a man hunched over, hands curled, eyes closed, making cat noises while waggling a feather on a string, he couldn't help but interrupt. "Um...excuse me? A-are you all right?"

After all, this could be some type of virus--or, at least, that was the only explanation that came immediately to his mind in a bizarre situation like this...
dictaphonic: (Uncertain)

[personal profile] dictaphonic 2015-08-22 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
"I...see..." He really didn't, but it seemed like the polite thing to say. His expression, however, remained just as baffled as he blinked at Shotaro's sudden change into...well, what seemed closer to normalcy, at least. Cat toy excepted.

When the photo was shoved into his face, he stared at it, first focusing in on the child until Shotaro directed him otherwise. And then suddenly everything made--a bit more sense, anyway, if not exactly complete logical sense. He relaxed, glad that this wasn't some sort of virus. "Ohhh! Were you trying to...draw him out like that? Does he have any toys with bells in them, perhaps? He might recognise that sound even from a distance!"

Realising he hadn't actually answered the question, though, he added: "But I'm afraid I haven't run into any cats. This is a big ship, too..." He frowned, not liking the thought of a lost animal somewhere as vast as this. "Are there any particular places he likes? It might be better to check those first."
dictaphonic: (Explaining)

[personal profile] dictaphonic 2015-08-27 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Do you know of other cats on the ship?" Will asked curiously at that suggestion. Remembering his conversation with Kale, he added, "A friend of mine mentioned one once, but I'm afraid I've never actually seen it."

"Oh." Just from the expression on Shotaro's face, he looked abashed. But that description surprised him. "Really?" He brightened. "That sounds very lucky for your partner! That you have the exact skills that are needed right now, I mean." It wasn't a sarcastic comment in the least. Will was, in fact, thrilled to hear that the cat had someone with experience in the area looking for him. "Um. Is there anything else I can do to help?"
dictaphonic: (Earnest)

[personal profile] dictaphonic 2015-08-30 01:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I just meant...well, you mentioned a girlfriend, so I thought..." he stammered before giving up on that train of thought.

"A-anyway, yes!" His nerves retreated a bit as Shotaro started to look less hostile, and he nodded eagerly at the suggestion. "I'll keep an eye out. And...replicate some tuna." He frowned. "Sorry I can't be more helpful. But I hope you find him soon!"
primeverdeen: (You are coming home right?)

[personal profile] primeverdeen 2015-08-17 08:42 am (UTC)(link)
Prim opened her door, confused. She would have ignored the sound outside her door, expect Buttercup had been yowling at the noise, wanting to get out and investigate. As soon as the door opened, Buttercup shot out and lunged for the feather toy, trying to carry it back into the room.

As depressed as Prim has been of late, she just stood there, dumbfounded and confused. "What....?" was all the sound she was able to make. Something... just didn't make sense. Was he on morphling or something? Bad mushrooms?
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[personal profile] primeverdeen 2015-08-25 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
She blinked slowly, focusing on the picture, then shook her head. "Is he on the ship? Or are you just hoping he might have been brought here?" Her eyes were still somewhat lost, hollow. There was still a great emptiness there.


"There is someone here... he's a doctor for animals... and he has a cat too... A female cat," she added, in warning.
primeverdeen: (Overload)

[personal profile] primeverdeen 2015-08-25 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Someone... needed her help? Here? But... with Katniss gone... no one needed her here but Lady and Buttercup. But... he needed her help. For Philip. Who showed her the pasta and cheese dish. And called her stupid.

But she tried not to think too much about that part.

Someone wanted her to help. Did she even remember how to help people? She found herself nodding anyway.

"Alright," she heard herself say softly. A bit more of her returned to her eyes. Helping people was what she did back home. All the time. It was who she was. She was Katniss' sister, and her mother's assistant with medicine, and helpful. Here... she was none of those things anymore. It might... be good to be helpful again, if she could.
primeverdeen: (So Sad)

[personal profile] primeverdeen 2015-08-26 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Alright," she said softly. "I don't think I've been there yet, but I'll help you look," she said. She had no clue what that place was. Had Katniss mentioned it? She thought she had heard that word somewhere since she got here. It was harder to think, sometimes, recently. But she made herself grab Buttercup and shove him inside and close the door. "Which way?"
primeverdeen: (So Sad)

[personal profile] primeverdeen 2015-08-28 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
She walked along side him, looking around for the cat. Until he asked the question. Then she looked down at her feet and shrugged a bit. "Mostly... Mostly been in the room. Feeding my animals..."

She shrugged again. "Not... not much else to do. Not like anyone needs me here..." she whispered. She closed her eyes, letting the tears fall.
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[personal profile] kaylinneya 2015-08-17 08:44 am (UTC)(link)
Kaylin's updated permission post/trigger warning

Kaylin had been patrolling the halls. She still wasn't official or anything, but she needed to be useful all the same. She was looking for things odd, though what might be odd here.. she wasn't so sure. Until she saw him, then she WAS sure.

"Something I should know about?" she asked, dryly.
ro_laren: (So not impressed)

[personal profile] ro_laren 2015-08-17 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
Ro was stalking through the halls, displeased that she was not allowed to work. She was still Ro Laren, still an Ensign, and despite how her body looked, still an adult.

Where as this person had the body of an adult, but was clearly a child. "Is there some reason you are making a fool of yourself outside of my quarters?" she asked, in as cold a voice as her 12 year old body could manage.