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The City ([personal profile] citycenter) wrote in [community profile] citylogs2023-08-02 12:00 am

TDM: AUGUST 2023





TEST DRIVE MEME

A TRAIN COMES INTO THE STATION.
You wake up on a train.

Your phone is buzzing. It's in your pocket, in your hand, on the seat next to you. It's a normal phone, and you're on a normal train car. One of the lights flickers, a little further down. The world is very quiet. It feels like you're right where you're meant to be. On the phone's surface is a white screen and the words—


WELCOME TO THE CITY. BEGIN ORIENTATION?

▶ YES
▶ NO


Please take a moment to complete your orientation.

Once you're finished, the subway doors slide open to let you out onto the train platform. To your right, the platform continues on and eventually ends; to the left is a set of stairs that will lead you up into the station itself. The platform is quiet, clean, empty—there's no one else around, and the only sounds you can hear are your own footsteps, your own breaths, and the occasional faraway sound of a creaking pipe or rush of air. The train you disembarked will stay there as long as you do, its doors still open, until you finally decide to venture up into this new locale.


As you make your way up the stairs to your left, you find yourself in the belly of City Hall station. The station is large, a sprawling underground mini-metropolis of corridors and storefronts. Here, you may find others like you, freshly-arrived city residents from other realms (or even your own). There is also a subway map, which will give you an idea of the layout of the neighborhood, and ticketing machines, which can currently only be used to buy tickets to a handful of stations located on lines 1, 2, and 9.

If you're hungry or in need of any kind of supplies, there are plenty of storefronts inside the subway station as well—snack stands, convenience stores, restaurants, clothing stores, a pharmacy, and a variety of empty shops that may or may not have ever been in use. Everything is unlocked, and you can take whatever you need.



Characters may stay on the train platform indefinitely, and may re-board and re-disembark from the subway as many times as they like, but the train will not depart nor will the doors close. Once they go up the stairs into the train station, they may hear the train doors closing and the train departing. Another train will not arrive, no matter how long the character waits. Only once they come up the stairs into the station itself may characters encounter their fellow newly-arrived residents and take advantage of what the city has to offer.

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WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD.
The station is located in the city center. It has three major exits that lead to areas of interest in the district, but there are several other smaller exits that lead in other directions around the neighborhood. You are welcome to use any of them, but may find the north, southwest, and east exits to be the most welcoming.
TO THE NORTH
The northern entrance to the station leads up into the sunlight and puts you out in a brickwork plaza. There's a modest building in front of you, three or four stories of stone with a welcoming facade. There's a sign above the entryway—it says City Hall. You may be tempted to explore, if you're interested in learning more about the city and how it functions, but prepare to find yourself disappointed—the folders in the records rooms are full of empty, blank sheets of paper, and the logbooks and balance sheets are similarly devoid of information.


Immediately to the southwest of City Hall, you will find a small building that houses the tourist information kiosk. It looks welcoming, with an inviting glass facade and a sign above the entryway announcing it as the "TOURIST CENTER." It's a humble building with a receptionist's desk on the back wall opposite the entrance, empty magazine shelves lining the side walls, and a few spinning brochure racks full of blank pamphlets. Anyone is welcome to peruse the tourist literature, though they won't offer much information, being primarily filled with pictures of the surrounding area—City Hall, the park, a statue garden, and the surprisingly heavily-featured cemetery. There are a few sentences sprinkled throughout about basic offerings of the city, such as apartment complexes and office buildings, as well as a few maps with the same limited scope as the larger version on the wall behind the receptionist's desk.


The main feature of the tourist center is the interactive kiosk installed dead in the center, right in the middle of a few rows of uncomfortable chairs that fill the small room. It's noticeably in the way of any would-be foot traffic through the tourist center, and something about the technology seems a little more modern than the computer behind the desk or the landline phone on the wall. The kiosk is a tall silver rectangle, about average adult height, and the upper half is a screen welcoming visitors to touch it to activate the kiosk. If you were to touch it, the screen would come to life with simple dialogue inviting visitors to ask it their questions.

However, residents should note that the kiosk is only programmed to assist with exploration within the available areas of the city. It may not be able to answer every question, and tampering with the kiosk may result in unreliable or inaccurate answers!
TO THE SOUTHWEST
The western exit of the station takes you up into a city park, lush and green with a very light fog still hanging about the trees. There are lampposts on the walkways and benches where you could rest, and plenty of flora, although you can neither see nor hear any signs of animal life. You walk the paths that meander idly through the verdant grass and you feel a sense of peace, some of your unease about this place easing into a pleasant calm. The air smells fresh, like it's recently rained, and you'll find the grass ever so slightly damp should you decide to take a seat.


As you make your way deeper into the park, the trees grow denser and the smell of soil and plant life grows stronger. This is the older part of the park, very nearly a forest, with ivy climbing the trunks of the trees and plants and shrubs growing riotously around their bases. As you turn a corner, you find yourself first in the statue garden, although the statues are harder to see now, choked as they are with ivy. There are many statues, some partially obscured, some fully—very few of them still stand free of the vines and clinging roots. (It doesn't feel quite as peaceful here.) If a statue's face looks a little bit familiar, you may not want to look at it too long.

Continue down the path and you will find yourself in a graveyard, one that seems centuries old. Most of the headstones are worn away by time and covered in moss, rendering them impossible to read. The few that are free of moss are blank, or bear only suggestions of names too faint to be understood. (Was that the name of—no, it couldn't have been. Could it?) Many of the headstones stand at an angle or are toppled over completely, having been subjected to either strong winds or the roots of the trees that grow up from some of the graves, spreading branches toward the sky.
TO THE EAST
The final exit of the station, to the east, puts you out on a quiet surface street. Are you hungry? Or are you paralyzed by choice? There are plenty of restaurants, offering options of almost any food you can imagine. You could try a convenience store—it's well stocked, and the items there seem free for the taking. How about a restaurant? There's no one to take your order, but when you look in the kitchen, there's something on the stove, and it's just what you've been craving. Imagine that.


A few blocks down, you come in through the lobby of a tall building and find yourself in a corporate office. The fluorescent lights are steady and unforgiving, and the cubicles and offices are empty. There are a few pieces of paper on desks, a few folders left in organizers, but everything is perfectly blank. Despite how empty and quiet the office is, it nonetheless gives you the feeling that just a few minutes ago, this place was bustling with workers going about their daily business.


You enter another building and find yourself in the lobby of an apartment complex—finally, a place to rest. The first door you try opens easily into a completely empty living room, freshly vacuumed but without a single piece of furniture. It's a nice apartment, quiet, but with a little too much echo for your taste, maybe. Still, and perhaps oddly, you have no trouble envisioning what life here would be like.

The second door you open leads to an apartment that feels lived-in. Why does it feel lived-in? It's fully furnished with items that seem to go together perfectly, true, but the feeling is more than that—the room feels like someone was just here, maybe standing right in the kitchen only moments before you swung the door open. The air is a perfectly comfortable temperature, and it somehow smells like home despite that you've never once set foot here before. The refrigerator is stocked, and the cabinets are full of spices and flatware and kitchen utensils.


As you look around the living room, you find that there are pictures in frames on the walls and some of the flat surfaces—a seascape, a field, a shot of a city park bench. In each of the photos there's something just slightly wrong with the angle, as though the photographer were aiming for a subject that can no longer be seen.



Characters are welcome to explore the district around the City Hall subway station to their heart's content. The City Hall building itself contains several floors of offices and file rooms, but none of them contain any particularly interesting information. Nonetheless, characters may wish to team up with other newcomers and try to find some hints about the nature of the city. They can also spend a while in the park, the statue garden, or the graveyard. In the blocks surrounding the station there are plenty of options for food and housing, as well as office buildings, storefronts, and alleyways to look around. There are no workers in any of the buildings, and there does not seem to be an honor system for payment, nor any consequences for taking food from the stores or setting up camp in an apartment or office building.

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I SCREAM, YOU SCREAM.
Have you ever visited the ice cream parlor located in District 2? It's a pretty quirky little joint!

When you walk in, what you'll likely notice first is the colors. Everything is bright, almost oversaturated—the pink of the leather seats, the teal of the walls, the red of the menu sign hanging over the counter. By all rights it seems like these colors shouldn't go together, but somehow they do, or maybe that's just because being in an ice cream parlor puts you in a good mood. It smells like waffle cones, and overhead, there's music pumping through the speakers at just the right volume, providing some nice background noise to your decision-making process.


Wait, music?

There's a jukebox at the far end of the shop, which seems to be where the music is being chosen. As you head over, the song comes to an end and the jukebox machinery shuffles through its options before landing on a new one. The song sounds sort of familiar, doesn't it? And the longer you listen, the more the lyrics really seem to speak to you. It costs money to pick your own song, so if you happen to have some coins on you—or if you're really, really determined—you can choose the next round of tunes.

When you're done at the jukebox, you can go check out the serving area of the shop. Behind the counter you can see milkshake mixers and waffle cone makers; there are ice cream cakes in the freezers that line the wall; and when you approach the main counter you can see the tubs of ice cream in almost any flavor you can imagine.


Pick a flavor, whichever one's your favorite! Do you want it in a cone or in a bowl? There are regular cones and waffle cones, and all kinds of toppings—sprinkles, syrups, gummy candy, mini marshmallows. Decorate your ice cream however you want, the sky's the limit when it comes to choices! You can even come back for seconds if you want, or thirds. Who's going to say anything about it, after all?

But the more of your ice cream you eat, the more you start to feel… strange. Maybe you're starting to get angry, or sad, or giddy—maybe you feel romantic, or feel like you want to tell a secret to a stranger, and you're not really sure why. You also can't quite seem to stop eating your ice cream, and the more you eat, the less worried you feel about whatever's happening to your emotions. After all, why be concerned about that when you have something so delicious in front of you?

Flavor Effect
Strawberry You find yourself compelled to seek out strangers and tell them a hidden truth about yourself
Rocky Road You find yourself compelled to seek out strangers and convince them of some egregious lie
Vanilla You are overwhelmed by a sense of total calm, and can only speak in aphorisms and platitudes
Rainbow Sherbert You are overwhelmed by amorous feelings towards whoever is near you and try to cuddle or kiss them
Chocolate You feel suddenly morose about something in your past and cannot stop crying until someone consoles you
Bubblegum You become uncontrollably giggly and giddy, and can only speak in rhyme
Caramel Ribbon You become angry and perhaps even violent, trying to attack anyone who comes near
Mint Chocolate Chip You suddenly have a common but exaggerated phobia (for example, a fear of heights where the step down off the curb is too much)



When characters first enter the ice cream parlor, they may notice that there's music playing overhead! That's from the jukebox, and the lyrics of the song may sound like they're particularly apt for a character's circumstances. Players are welcome to choose their own jukebox songs for their characters—it doesn't need to have appeared in canon, but characters from modern times are welcome to recognize the music being played. (Players can also feel free not to pick a real song at all, and instead just describe the overall sound of the song and content of the lyrics!)

This is an ice cream parlor, so of course there's also ice cream to be had. Characters can serve themselves whatever flavor combination they want, but shortly thereafter will find themselves suffering certain emotional effects depending on what flavors they chose. These emotional effects, shown above, will last for roughly an hour before slowly dissipating, and their intensity depends on how much ice cream the character ate and whether they were able to recognize what was happening and stop eating. Not every flavor has an emotional effect, so players can also choose to have their character eat a normal scoop and go about their day.

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WILDCARD.
The city is by no means small, and there are plenty of things for you to see. There's no rush in exploring, so feel free to take your time looking around and peering into various nooks and crannies and alleyways—and don't worry, you're not very likely to find anything peering back.



If none of the above prompts appeal, feel free to check out the Locations and Maps pages and write your own freestyle prompt using one or many of the available locations.

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vecna: (pic#15832379)

this will be fine!!!

[personal profile] vecna 2023-08-04 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Far be it from him to correct her apology. Henry, at his core, doesn't care either way. But outwardly, it's easy for him to offer a faint little smile shake his head.

"It's fine. It's easy to be distracted by all the statues here, isn't it?"

For how unnerving they can be, vines crawling across their forms, but faces that occasionally appear familiar to the passerby. And while it's hardly enough to perturb a man like Henry Creel, who wanders this way with casual ease, that's not necessarily a merit to his character.

"Just for about fifteen minutes or so. There's been an influx of new faces as of late, and you can always find a couple of them stumbling around here," he says, lightly humored, even if it sounds a bit like a backhanded compliment all the same. He's good at that.

All at once, his eyes sweep over this young woman's manner of dress. That sure looks like a cheerleader's uniform, and the lettering across the front is certainly noted, a little needling curiosity kept at the back of his mind-

"Seems our mysterious hosts stole you away at a particularly inconvenient time."
doomward: (pic#16629556)

[personal profile] doomward 2023-08-04 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[The stranger is treated to an intense inspection, a thorough scrutiny that is borderline offensive. But mismatched eyes do not linger on the absent limb any longer than any other feature; if anything, Suguru’s foreign style of dress is what most intrigues the former king. While it quickly became apparent that this realm drew people from many diverse customs, the fashion trends seemed somewhat synchronous across individuals. This man’s, however… Curious.]

…Yes, [he agrees, a touch reluctant. Even now, he hesitates to help himself to the treat.] Though…the manner of eating it is…indelicate.

[A small, wry smile briefly tugs at the corners of his mouth; Richard’s reaction seems to suggest that he is not so prudish as to proclaim the whole affair of sampling ice cream as debauched, but it is unusual for him to witness publicly.]

You have some on your lip. [Spoken offhand as Richard leans in to survey the flavors past the glass; he soon finds the coloring that matches the evidence behind on Suguru’s face.] “Mint chocolate chip?” Hm.

[Who the hell is he trying to fool? Richard was doomed to select strawberry from the start; they are his favorite fruit, after all. After a moment of apparent indecision put on purely for show, he resigns himself and inexpertly scoops up a small serving of strawberry ice cream—into a bowl. Leave that cone-licking nonsense to the zoomers.

Without fanfare, he raises the plastic spoon to his mouth and takes his first bite. The blast of cold air emanating from the ice cream startles him into swallowing too soon, though the aftertaste is pleasant enough he supposes. Sweet, like strawberries—though lacking the delicious juices.]


I have been telling people my name is William, [he finds himself telling Suguru conversationally,] but it is actually Richard, after my noble father—Richard Plantagenet.

[Richard stiffens, eyes widening. He hadn’t meant to—why did he divulge that secret to this stranger? Still alarmed, he stares at Suguru…and unconsciously shovels in a larger helping of strawberry ice cream.]
doomward: (pic#16629559)

[personal profile] doomward 2023-08-04 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
I wouldn't agree. Flowers are a complicated subject for anyone, man or woman. Proper education is necessary whether you are trying to survive in the forest or learning what kinds best suit each other for wreaths. If anything, it speaks highly of your friend that she is so interested in flowers, doesn't it?

Can you give a description of her appearance? I'll keep an eye out.
anthropophagite: situations (Normal - pic#13921621)

[personal profile] anthropophagite 2023-08-04 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ when someone approaches him, it's no surprise that's the first thing they ask about. Any normal person would, truly. But no answer will be a good answer in this case, and all Kaneki do is to shake his head and hands, trying to appease the other ]

N-no, it's alright, I'm alright!

This is-- [ this is his blood, but also saying "it's not my blood" would just be even weirder (and a lie. This is Kaneki's blood). ]

I think I got hurt before I came here - [ he absolutely did get hurt ] but I'm okay now. I'm healed up. [ somehow! ]
indwelt: (007)

[personal profile] indwelt 2023-08-04 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Unfortunate for Rosamund then that neither Prince Frogman nor Sir Puppet are here with her. And while Welt has seen plenty of fantastical people and objects in his past, all those are far less important than a battered young woman looking in need of a warm meal and a change of clothes.

Given that she doesn't currently seem to be interested in either of those two, the least he can do is answer her questions. His gaze lifts back up, the sober expression remaining on his face. ]


I'm not sure. [ Which sounds like a copout of an answer, he's well-aware. ] No one brought here seems to be aware of where this city is located or even what its name is. We've been given places to stay and food and clothes to use as we see fit, but beyond that there's been no other directive given.

[ Speaking of food.....he holds out one hand. ]

If you'd like me to take a bite from your candy bar to prove it isn't poisoned, I can.
strongroots: (mingling with crabs)

[personal profile] strongroots 2023-08-04 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He nods to the phone presented and the question. Eyebrows raise with the last question, wry when he points out: ]

Even the city won't tell us where we are. Look around--there's nothing in the shops or maps with a name. None of us know; we all come from completely different places.

[ Which is odd in a sense, but downplays just how bizarre of a point that is in reality; doesn't include the different in times, or all the other impossible parts of their situation.

But there's something he wonders--assumes, maybe, by what the other guy says, eyes flickering at the phone before back at him. ]
The train wasn't gonna open up 'til you answered it. And you're gonna notice you can understand a lot more languages than you did before you got here.

[ Because there really is no avoiding the odd parts of being here, but different languages, train doors that won't open until you answer a survey: maybe Robby wants to present things about this place that can't be easily denied, or let the suspicious points be passed. If this guy didn't, you know, avoid doing a stupid dumb survey like some people do (hi, Robby is some people).

(And maybe they're both speaking two entirely different languages right now.) ]
doomward: (pic#16629564)

i saw you on doomherald's commissions, can't wait to see your icons when they're done :EYES:

[personal profile] doomward 2023-08-04 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[The crunch of grass nearby alerts him that he is no longer alone. Richard inhales sharply, then cranes his head up just in time to meet the gaze of Denji as the boy crouches. Well, so much for meeting Henry. Feeling foolish for having expected his first love, Richard flops back down with uncharacteristic inelegance, an air of defeat about him.]

Unfortunately, [he remarks lowly, meant to be uttered under his breath but possible to be heard in the otherwise quiet of the forest. Louder:] You sound too casual about possibly addressing a corpse.

[After a moment, Richard leverages himself up onto his elbows, giving Denji his full attention. The boy can’t be any older than twenty winters.]

I presume you’re more familiar with death than you should be at your age. When did you start participating in battle?
indwelt: (009)

you're welcome son

[personal profile] indwelt 2023-08-04 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That really sounds sus as hell. Good thing he's landed in a sus as hell city and met up with a man used to absolutely deranged behavior from the people around him (and who used to engage in deranged behavior himself).

Let bygones be bygones. If this young man makes it a habit of wearing clothes from now on, then things should be fine, right? (Right....?) But now that he's safely covered up, Welt turns back around, expression less scandalized and more thoughtful. ]


We can pick up a few changes of clothes from the mall first, and then you can take a bath at my apartment. [ "His apartment" aka some random room in a building he comandeered for the time being. ] How does that sound?
chokuto: (pic#15106059)

graveyard

[personal profile] chokuto 2023-08-04 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[He has worked his way systematically through the headstones, finding nothing, their gray faces too obscured or ruined by the elements — and when they aren't, when a name can be glimpsed upon the stone visage, his tired heart has learned the illusion. This is not where his family lies. No matter how many times he sees that name, Uchiha, it will not be true. Those headstones are somewhere else; another world away, in a village he's hardly seen since.

A woman's voice calls out, and Sasuke halts in the shadow of a tree. Keen eyes pick the stranger out at a distance. Unfamiliar, as everyone here is, tall and dark-haired, authoritative. He steps forward.]


Relax. I don't intend to harm you. [His words are even, calm.] You see the same in this place — what isn't real. I won't know any more than you.
icanfixer: (02)

[personal profile] icanfixer 2023-08-04 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
That, I do not know. But it is not the first time such a thing has happened!

[ ... in a way. ]

Just a few weeks hence, 'twas a case of the bank in this city containing items of great import to those who owned the box -- I did not look into mine, for I had seen the effects on others and did not care for what lie behind me so long as the future is ahead, but many of my friends were more curious. This is rather harmless, comparatively!

[ to her, anyway. it'll be great for karaoke... ]
burstmodes: (pic#12270317)

[personal profile] burstmodes 2023-08-04 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh. ]

Oh. [ prompto visibly deflates a little at that, only just really noticing all of those tiny details that the other points out. he'd sort of spotted it in the train station—all those shops with no one around, no real labels on anything even though it sort of looked familiar. ] I... huh.

[ it's mostly a noncommittal sort of sound, trying to process all this information while appearing like he isn't having a total freakout. he'd witnessed and experienced a whole lot of strange things in his relatively short life, but being transported to some weird place with other people who have also been (basically) kidnapped? he's starting to feel somewhat stressed, and his brain, being his brain, starts to narrow in on how this is all starting to feel like he's in some sort of video game. alternate worlds that seem real but might not be: assassin's creed style.

he will never be as cool as ezio, so he'll just have to settle for being prompto in a place he doesn't know. ]


I thiiink I'm starting to get it now. [ he'll panic later. ] Where are you from then?
anthropophagite: situations (Normal - pic#13921619)

[personal profile] anthropophagite 2023-08-04 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ at least he won't hurt her - the blood is all his, after all. But Kaneki still smiles and he is polite and soft-spoken.

He does follow her with a nod ]
I'm Kaneki. Nice to meet you, Trucy-san.

[ he shakes his head, looking away for a second ] I don't know how I got on the train, either. I was asleep and just woke up there. [ he wasn't exactly asleep but that's okay ]

What is the last thing you remember? Perhaps we all have something in common?
icanfixer: (15)

[personal profile] icanfixer 2023-08-04 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the odd titles aren't as odd as one would think to her, considering she's heard that syndicates have whole classifications for their members and the like... this girl doesn't look like she's part of one though, very sleepy. warship is a metaphor, to her. ]

Oho, what a distinguished mantle thee have upon thy shoulders! Art thou a sailor, then? A friend of mine, Ishmael, she has spent many years upon the sea [ it's a big lake actu ] and often talks of her time upon it!
burstmodes: (pic#13775022)

[personal profile] burstmodes 2023-08-04 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he's usually not so forthcoming about certain details about himself, especially those he's just (more) recently learned, but maybe he can get away with not being too specific. besides, this place is pretty weird on its own, and it's not as if he can make this entire run-in any stranger than it already is.

he isn't asking if aliens exist or something like that. ]


Oh, you know. You. Me. Anybody in this place really.

[ not that he's saying they're all copies, but it's safer than facing the truth. ]
heeroics: (𝗔𝗶𝗻'𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆)

[personal profile] heeroics 2023-08-04 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dark brows rise just a fraction, but on Heero's severe features, even that is enough to convey an abundance of doubt regarding the sincerity of that 'not a big deal.' Someone else might reason that anything you'd blurt out to a stranger couldn't be that big of a deal, but Heero isn't someone else.

He's got no idea how normal people have a conversation, honestly, but he was trained to closely follow body language cues. And a sigh and a slump is hard to miss.

Ah.

This situation again. He's been there. ]


No. That isn't normal.

[ He answers the question first. Bluntly, almost cursory. Then: ]

Something is making you talk.

[ asking? or telling... ]
strongroots: (sound)

[personal profile] strongroots 2023-08-04 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Robby can see the shift in the other guy, and he doesn't need to look deeper than that. Normal guy reaction, Robby can handle that--sorta. Granted, there's nothing he knows what to do about it, but he was this guy once. ...he still feels like this guy.

The pull of his lips is sympathetic on his face, not quite a smile. ]


Cali. You? [ Despite the question, he nods his head forward, decides to add: ] You wanna walk? Nowhere really to go from here, 'less you wanna search for anyone. But your phone'll be good for that. People live all over -- easy to miss them.

[ And it's mainly to give the guy something to do than just to stand there, and not feel like he has to look at Robby. If there was anywhere he could direct the guy more useful, then he would. Otherwise?

He's just as stuck as the rest of them. ]
mrfuckwit: (( 53. ))

;)

[personal profile] mrfuckwit 2023-08-04 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Why would I leave to get other food when this food is right here in front of me?

[ He sniffs the air much like an animal. His demonic senses are screaming that this is something good to eat, and it looks really good too! ]

Besides.. I am part devil. I have to eat meat.

[ Akira just casually dropping the fact that he’s a Devilman to a stranger in true Go Nagai fashion. There’s no Ryo here to hide his identity, and neither are there Demon Hunters here to kill him. ]

So yeah.. we just gotta find some meat sauce and it’ll be perfect.
mrfuckwit: (( 11. ))

[personal profile] mrfuckwit 2023-08-04 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
That one. Definitely.

[ He points at the chocolate flavor that is just calling his name. Without warning, Akira parkours over the ice cream glass and lands on the other side like a hooligan, helping himself to a chocolate scoop in a waffle cone. He glances up at his company. ]

Want me to scoop you some?
anthropophagite: roseburst (DNS) (Normal - 7 - pIEEhg6)

[personal profile] anthropophagite 2023-08-04 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Wah? [ wait ] It's on the floor, though, you shouldn't eat things off the floor! [ this is how you will get sick, Akira, do you want to get sick?

Then Akira says crazy things and kaneki stares at him.

This person has... some issues, right? He doesn't even know how to respond to that, but he isn't about to let someone eat human meat which is now on the floor, regardless of the many issues they might have ]


You-- you should still eat healthy things. I'm sure there is clean food around, there is no point eating something from the floor.

[ PLEASE DO NOT EAT THAT MEAT ]
burstmodes: (pic#12270294)

[personal profile] burstmodes 2023-08-04 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Sure, yeah. Let's walk!

[ his answer is immediate and just on the side of hopeful optimism. because walking means moving, and moving means he doesn't have to stand there in the middle of the sidewalk looking lost and helpless. not that he couldn't find his way around; it just might be easier to get his bearings and start carving out some familiarity with someone else at his side.

and the good thing about prompto is that he knows how to walk and talk at the same time. expertly, in fact. as long as he doesn't trip over his own feet. ]


Anyway, um. Not sure I've ever heard of a place called Cali. I'm from Eos – more specifically, Insomnia? Grew up there and kinda went on a road trip with a bunch of friends. So I've been pretty much all over for a while now. [ he pauses, takes a breath. ] Were you headin' somewhere important?

[ he doesn't want to interrupt whatever he might have going on. ]
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[personal profile] burstmodes 2023-08-04 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he's beginning to suspect that himself before heero points it out, and the only real thing that's different about him is the fact he's been drinking from this milkshake and blabbing about stuff he doesn't want to be talking about. not under normal circumstances anyhow. ]

One sec. [ feeling a little guilty, he tries not to look over his shoulder towards the workers behind the counter as he dumps the cup into a trashcan. and just as quickly, he circles back to the other. ] Might have been whatever was in that? I dunno. Can we start over?

[ a bit rhetorical really, offering a real smile that doesn't hint at the fact he still wants to talk about clones. ]

The name's Prompto. [ please be his friend. ]
strongroots: (point of vieeeww)

[personal profile] strongroots 2023-08-04 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wow, that guy... sure said a bunch of words. First, whatever those names were (cities? Did he say Insomnia?), and then the energy piped back into his words. It's noticeable, kind of takes Robby by surprise; and is the reason there's some mirth in his voice when he answers. ]

Uh, before I showed up, or before you? I was heading to the gym. [ He points ahead, though, you know, it doesn't really help. ] There's shops around there if you wanna check them out. [ You know, once they reach that part of town. ] But, uh, I wasn't anywhere important before I showed on the train, either.

[ No road trips for him, but he'll tack it on, since he really wasn't sure which of the two the guy meant. Let's give him both, as a treat.

But he's not letting the obvious pass him by here. The kind of obvious where Robby already knows the answer, or think he does, but one he isn't really ready to believe, not too easily. Even if he chews on if he should bring it up or not, curiosity wins out: ]


You've never heard of California? The United States?
whatsamada: P4AU (Cancer)

[personal profile] whatsamada 2023-08-04 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[For a moment, Ken wondered if he should say something or not. While this person seems to be willing to listen, he wasn't so sure. As much as he knew that he technically didn't do anything wrong, it was still his fault that a teammate of his died in some way.

With a sniffle, he had no choice but to risk it. The faster he got rid of this problem, the faster he could probably figure out what this place wanted from him. All he could do was just hope he would understand...]


...Has murder ever crossed your mind before?
whatsamada: P4AU (People are Strange)

[personal profile] whatsamada 2023-08-04 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not so sure, I kind worry what they want from messing around with people.

[Especially when he had no information to go off on. All he could do was look downward and mumble to himself.]

Maybe I'm overthinking this...
whatsamada: (Highway to Hell)

Because it's thriller! Thriller night~!

[personal profile] whatsamada 2023-08-04 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[There was a moment of hesitation. He didn't want to admit it but indeed, he did see a certain name on the tombstone. With a mumble or two, he looked the other way before responding.]

Yes, you're right, it is someone that I had known.

[Which he didn't want to think about and especially as it served as a reminder of what he did 2 years ago.]

What about you? I'm guessing you seen some names you know too?