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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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[personal profile] beautifulboy 2023-08-02 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Daniel drops the leaflet in his hand when she turns because. Well.

He was delighted to find someone willing to talk without him needing to use any of his learned tactics to strong arm them into giving in, and was poised with paper in hand with every intention of going on some kind of quest for a pen while they spoke.. but as soon as she turns its like Daniel's entire body goes stiff.

He's seen vampires, okay, he's watched them kill. This is a little bit of something else, to say the least. A normal person might assume it's a costume, but Daniel isn't an idiot and can see full well that a costume this is not. Has he made some kind of alien encounter? Has he been abducted??? ]


I- [ Don't mention that she's green, don't do it, Daniel. ] You. [ He presses his lips closed, considering. ] You're not what I expected.

[ ??????? ]
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[personal profile] catmemes 2023-08-02 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's another cat in the train station. For a second it sparks a deep-seated impulse that feel almost like territorialism, but that fizzles pretty quickly once Kai registers just how small the newcomer is. No points for guessing that it isn't exactly a normal cat either, even if he couldn't feel the faint brush of the spiritual from where he's perched.

He watches the other cat moving almost absently, eyes narrowing when he registers the phone curled into its...tail? Huh. That's clever, Kai had to figure out how to get thumbs to work a phone.

It's only when the other cat comes to a startled-looking stop and flings that phone away that Kai hops down from the counter he's been curled on and paces over. ]


Yo.

[ He comes to a stop a little ways away and sits back on his haunches, tail curled around his body. The newcommer seems nervous enough as it is, and Kai can respect it. ]

Just got here?
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[personal profile] hasten 2023-08-02 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
( really, he’s used to this sort of response from humans. xiaobai and her family had always been a little more reserved, but all he has to do is think back to when she had brought him along to that anime convention… what an exhausting ordeal that had been, even held separate from those other spirits trying to take the Heavenly Pearl away from him at the same time. and he hadn’t even been trying to capture their attention like he does now…!

his eyes may look wide and guileless, but he is wary. he doesn’t think of humans what he used to, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t cautious around them—

xiaohei doesn’t respond in any way until don quixote mentions something to eat. he blinks, and his gaze sharpens in intensity. yes… going through his stomach is still a short-cut to earning at least a modicum of trust from him—it’s how xiaobai and her mother had first calmed him down, after all.

he lowers himself into a crouching position as well, watching as she unwraps the piece of jerky. she extends it, slowly, and he responds by batting out a right paw, swatting at the jerky to see if she would drop it so he could snatch it for himself.

does he want the food? yes. but he’s not really willing to eat it from her hand. and he had just barely resisted the impulse to snatch it from her with his tail… )
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[personal profile] disunity 2023-08-02 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He sounds so positive, but how can he be? Johan has been capable of carrying out acts that no normal human could. She can't even begin to think how he might be able to construct a false city like this, though, and there is technology here that couldn't be by his hand. She's just about to ask if he also has one of the more advanced mobile phones, looking over just as a thermos cup is slid across to her. Blinking down at a clouded silhouette in the steaming coffee, Nina can almost smell damp grass when she reaches to pick it up.

The memory of Heidelberg causes her to momentarily hang her head, but when her chin lifts again she can only smile. If there's a hint of melancholy, it is overwhelmed by her gratitude. No matter what Dr. Tenma thinks, she knows that meeting him had to be providence. ]


Thank you.

[ For everything, she wants to add, but instead lifts the cup to take a small drink. Already she feels better, less concerned about that small clouded figure still skipping in the depths of a fading memory. ]

I've wondered about you. Where were you, before you were kidnapped?
Edited (idk how to spell) 2023-08-02 21:53 (UTC)
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[personal profile] chokuto 2023-08-02 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[The cemetery is not a natural place to wander, but the whole of this empty city bears an unnatural surreality that is difficult to excuse; the lack of animals and insects second only to the utter void of information. No books, signs, descriptions, nothing. It feels as though someone has wiped off the exterior of the city's face, if it ever had one at all.

Sasuke walks into the cemetery, because there is nothing more personal to living beings than where they keep the dead. Still, he's disappointed. The headstones are either obscured or entirely blank, just the same as every other material he'd investigated first.

(And, if at one moment he is almost certain he sees a name, a very familiar name that runs ice through his body, gone in a blink — then he must be suffering to this place more than he realized.)

His survey becomes less careful as he moves deeper, out of the cemetery and into the statue garden, stopped by the sound of a voice — not belonging to someone he recognizes, but there's no one here he would. The content of the low, whispering words, and the kiss placed reverently on the mouth of the statue, convince him this is too private to witness. Sasuke has almost turned to leave when he sees something in the image of the statue shift, and warp, before his eyes.]


... It's an illusion. [That would explain earlier.] It isn't them.
Edited 2023-08-02 22:31 (UTC)
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[personal profile] icanfixer 2023-08-02 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh, she sees. she understands. once he bats at the jerky, she gets the idea and reaches out a little farther from herself to set it down, scooting backwards for good measure as she kicks her feet in the air. ]

It has been a long while since I had seen any sort of animal, little one, so thou must forgive mine excitement. There is not a one here, see, and so thou'rt quite the curiosity. Was the train to thy liking? It must have been fun for one of thy size!

[ she's speaking low and soft, but her trembling tone does give away just how excited she is. oooohoohhh kitty. ]
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[personal profile] culver 2023-08-02 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
i. living sucks, but it's sucking just a little now [the station]

Nill comes to on a train, which is weird, because she's never been on a train before. It's also weird that she has a phone, because she's never had one of those, either. Two new experiences in such quick succession is a lot for Nill to process and deal with in the moment, but she does what she thinks is the most logical thing: she fills out the orientation survey, and waits for the train to stop.

It's hard not to focus on the way her heart is trying to beat right out of her chest from fear, but she manages.

How did I get here? Where is Heine? She doesn't voice the questions, but they run through her head like a mantra as she slowly and carefully taps out her answers on the phone screen.

The door opens, and she stays seated for a few seconds, heart pounding away, waiting to see if anyone will, well, get on the train. But nothing happens, nobody comes. So she stands, creeps towards the door, and peeks out around the corner. Empty. It's all empty. While this might make another person even more terrified, Nill is actually relieved that she's alone for the moment. It gives her time to think, to take one step, then two out on to the platform, head swiveling from side to side and wings trembling behind her. She looks back to the train, but it hasn't moved. No one else has left a car. Nobody is on the platform. All she can hear is the sound of her own breathing.

It's just her. She's really alone. Now the fear kicks back in, all logical thought set aside for the moment.

Nill bolts up the stairs, and only once she reaches the top does she spot other people. Her small wings flare out behind her, and she freezes where she stands, eyes wide, breaths short. When was the last time she was alone around people she didn't know? She doesn't want to think about it. She presses her wings to her back, and then her back to the closest wall. She stands there, unmoving, as if she can just sink into the brick and disappear from wherever this is. If only she was so lucky.

When she finally feels like she's able to move again, she starts moving towards the closest exit, but since she sticks as close to the wall as she can, her progress is slow. And very noticeably strange to anyone who happens to look her way.

ii. and i don't wanna cry no more [the city park]

Making it out of the station is a trial, but she manages to do it in one piece. Nill is on edge, jumping at every movement in her peripheral and any sound she doesn't immediately recognize. She hurries out one of the doors, too busy trying to fight the panic welling up her throat to stop and think that she should look where she's going first. Her wings are pressed close to her back, shaking, and she wishes she had a big coat to cover them with. People are staring. She doesn't know if they are, she just assumes.

By the time her eyes really focus on what's around her, all she can see is green. If Nill could speak, she'd be speechless. She's never seen so many plants in one place--actually, she doesn't think she's seen this many plants ever in her life. It's hard to make anything grow underground.

It's silent, except for the sound of leaves over her head brushing against one another in a slight breeze. Her heart and breathing slow, her mind clears a little.

She's on a path, and looks down at the grass on the edge of the paved walkway. It looks--soft, and fresh, and a hundred other things she can't even find the words for. She's never seen grass like this, grown in fertile ground and well-watered. An image of grass she'd once seen, brownish and scraggly, flashes through her mind, and that is so incongruous with what she's seeing now that she just separates them completely. They can't be the same thing.

Nill crouches down right there on the walkway, hand outstretched like she wants to touch the grass, but hovering just above it because she somehow can't bring herself to. As if touching it will break it, will ruin the perfectly curated look of it.

iii. so i set my bar real low [wildcard]

[i'm up for anything! nill would probably come from the end of chapter 101. i will match either prose or brackets, i don't have a preference. feel free to pm me at this journal or ping me on plurk at [plurk.com profile] watchet for anything specific!]
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[personal profile] heeroics 2023-08-02 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Heero isn't wearing the world's ugliest shirt, but only by a narrow margin: it's a loose tank top, army green, identical to several others he owns - and inexplicably stocked in abundance at a clothing store that he's visited exactly once. He could show Cloud the way to that same store, if the stranger were really interested... but Heero can't reason why he would be.

Is this some type of slang he's never learned? Or perhaps this bold newcomer means to say that he likes the look of Heero's arms: wiry and scarred, but all muscle. Heero's gotten strange remarks like that before, and it would also explain why he suddenly wants to fight. (He wants to fight, right? Why else bring it up.)

Head tilted and expression equally inscrutable, Heero takes a moment to take in the whole package: from tellingly empty weapon holster to sticky drips of chocolate. ]


You should bathe first.
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[personal profile] rainswords 2023-08-02 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As a permanent feature of the city, the cemetery has more than once been explored. Certainly, he isn't the only person curious enough to visit the somber location. Aged statues are what greet the graveyard's guests first, most trapped under layers of overgrowth. Few have been disturbed after who knows how many countless years of existence. While he is slightly tempted to free them from the vines, there is something eerie about them, he just can't pinpoint what it is exactly.

Despite the uncanniness, he still makes the choice to pay the park a visit, he just finds himself at the cemetery once more. Walking further and past the statue garden he gets the view of the graves.

Weathered headstones dot the landscape, aged to the point that most names inscribed are practically indiscernible. More than once he has done a doubletake, catching sight of the few partially legible names. Some appear familiar but on closer inspection — he was still unable to clearly rule out what he read. Few letters missing or half the name missing... It's all a coincidence, right?

But the cemetery is one of the few places with some form of information — even if it doesn't help him further gain knowledge of this place. He expects to find himself alone and yet peering from behind an overgrown tree he sees someone at a distance.

He'll approach slowly — hopefully, they hear his steps. ]
Did you find anything there?
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[personal profile] hasten 2023-08-02 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
( oh.

now, xiaohei had only given up his efforts to disguise himself as a normal cat because he’d learned rather quickly there were no normal cats here in this world. there also didn’t seem to be a spirit club hall anywhere that he could find. so, on one hand, his efforts to blend in were rather moot, and on the other, there wasn’t anyone that would interfere if he revealed himself to humans. so that’s why he’d done so rather quickly to daan as he walked through the door.

but now… he’s thinking he should re-think that.

his feline eyes half-lid into an expression that looks somewhat… unimpressed. he replies with a quick mrow, )


Come on. I can’t really be the strangest thing you’ve run into…

( he takes a few more pensive licks of the bright pink ice cream—strawberry, sweet and summery. it makes him wish xiaobai was here to share it with him. )

Or… maybe I am. But, if that’s the case, it could be much, much worse!
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[personal profile] funburger 2023-08-02 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tenma sets the rest of the thermos to the side, looking at his bag again. It... would probably be silly to start making a sandwich, he decides, scooting the whole thing up against the wall before looking at Nina properly. Now that they're sitting and she's looking better, more color in her face, he can see that she's unhurt—good, good. He thinks...

Well, he thinks about a lot of things, but mostly he thinks about Johan, and Ruhenheim, and what Nina doesn't remember. He's seen her—just a few hours ago, they were there together, she told him that she—

Mm. Tenma can't lie to her, this much is certain. She has a right to know about Johan for so many reasons. But what happened here, to make her forget?]


Nearby a town called Ruhenheim... in southern Germany. Nina... [he folds his hands on the table, considering.] We were there together. With Johan.
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graveyard

[personal profile] elswhisperer 2023-08-02 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's something about the graveyard that has Setsuna coming back to it every so often. Every once in a while he swears he sees a name he recognizes out of the corner of his eye, but it's never there on closer inspection. He doesn't know if it's his own guilt-ridden imagination or some doing on the city's part.

Maybe he thinks he'll finally see something concrete if he returns enough times.

That's a good question Tenma asks. Why hasn't anyone tried, before? ]


They aren't our dead. That must be why.

[ That's how it always is, isn't it?

People deciding it's not their problem because it's got nothing to do with them.

Setsuna's always hated that kind of thinking, but he's given no thought to these graves beyond those phantom names. ]


...We're all thinking about our own predicaments. We haven't spared a lot of thought for the people that came before.

[ It isn't right, is it. ]
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{ and i don't wanna cry no more

[personal profile] matermali 2023-08-02 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ An angel.

From behind a tall hedge, pale eyes gaze unblinking, with a silence only from breath that's been held fast. For while she wants nothing more than to reach out and run her fingertips along the fringes of those tiny wings, Vanessa is afraid that any movement may startle and shatter the delicate looking thing.

An angel.

The girl moves and breathes as prey do, and Vanessa is a predator to the bones, drawn naturally to something that appears so...pure. But this is no hunt. For what she can see, this girl looks around in such a wonder that it reminds Vanessa of someone else. Naturally, a protective urge draws her closer with silent, calculated steps; to better see if the child feels brave enough to touch the grass.

Such hesitation. For Vanessa, her ruin is her own impatience. ]


It isn't poisonous.

[ The raspy voice that drifts from behind the girl is accompanied by the lurking form of a woman in a fine, dark dress, with black hair tied back away from an expression that may pass to anyone else as neutral, almost distantly friendly. By contrast, Vanessa's gaze carries a hidden intensity, as if the anticipation of what comes next drives her even more than this sweet creature who treats even grass with such care. ]
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[personal profile] chokuto 2023-08-02 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[The onset of darkness makes the city's empty spaces worse — wide, hollow, echoing distances with shadows like long fingers stretched at every sharp edge. Sasuke has spent the day searching for information; he's found nothing, and he feels he has less than he did even when he began, as if the hours of futile investigation took something away. A precarious sliver of determination. In its place, Sasuke is left restless and frustrated as sunlight slips and night descends, pulling a veil across the sky.

The height of the buildings is an advantageous location. He'd scaled one earlier when deciding what part of the city to explore next, and it is here he returns, the concrete rim of a residential tower his chosen surveillance point. And where normally he would have picked out the presence of another person across roofs with keen perception — distracted thoughts, as well as diminished power, make it possible for the first crane to descend on him unaware.

A hand lifts, deft fingers snatching it out of the air moments before it lands atop messy black hair. He doesn't open it. Mismatched eyes, one pale purple and one black, coolly assess the stranger on the other roof without a wave in response. Only when the second crane swoops down will he bother to unfold the paper, finding the doodle, complete with a frowny face on the caricature of himself and the bold ?, within.

Breath fans from his lips as Sasuke steps up onto the edge of the building's embankment and leaps that distance, buoyed by chakra, an ease to this preternatural movement. He lands gracefully a pointed distance from the other man.]


What do you want? [Both cranes, crinkled paper warm from his hand, are tossed back.] This is juvenile. There are other ways to get my attention.
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[personal profile] funburger 2023-08-02 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[They aren't our dead, the newcomer says, and Tenma wonders if he isn't doing this because of all the dead left among the streets of Ruhenheim. Because of Grimmer. Because of Johan's crimes, and the part of him that will always feel just a little bit responsible. He isn't there to look after the dead he might have known; he'll have to do it here.

Or someone could hire a groundskeeper; either way. He drops his arm to his chest, closing his eyes with a small sigh.]


Don't worry, I'm not blaming anyone.

[He's really not! But it still isn't right, to let this place fall to such disrepair. Someone cared about these people, once. That doesn't mean he doesn't see the point, that taking care of the living and one's own needs would of course take precedence; he's not exactly advocating for a whole outreach program to trim weeds, here...

Ah, but-]


You didn't know them, but you're here anyway. Did you have business out here?

[Here in the graveyard. Ahem.]
rainswords: ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ — ʀᴏsᴇʙᴜʀsᴛs (pic#16474488)

ice cream (b).

[personal profile] rainswords 2023-08-02 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The cheerfully decorated parlor drew his attention immediately and not entirely due to its bright colors. Cool treats are refreshing during the summer months, while there is a balmy sea breeze and the sun's heat bears down upon the land. Yet it's not ice cream that he seeks here, there is another cold dessert he wants. While he doesn't expect to find Mist Flowers and Qingxin popsicles, perhaps something of a similar color?

What can he say? He does miss his friend.

Like most places, it seems this ice cream parlor isn't manned by anyone so he is ready to look through the offerings only to soon hear a girl's panicked voice. Given she is the only other person here, Xingqiu immediately looks toward her noting her distressed expression. ]


Excuse me?

[ Unfortunately the spider is so small that from a distance and his vantage point, he isn't going to see it, but his eyes are darting about. Her fear is palpable, he is ready to take action... yet... ] Where is this dangerous spider...?
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[personal profile] elswhisperer 2023-08-02 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Not really.

[ Which is true, more or less. What he's doing doesn't really amount to more than wandering around. ]

Sometimes, I think I'll see a familiar name. I'll take a closer look, and it's always too faded to read.
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[personal profile] limbical 2023-08-02 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, a fellow surgeon. That's fortunate. However, bear in mind we're not very well equipped if someone actually needs invasive surgery; I arrived without my equipment, personally. Hopefully nothing will happen to invite those problems.

Though... hm. You'll want to know some other details, as insane as they might sound. I'd love for this to just be someone's film project, though.

[There's a nod to Tenma.] Daan is fine.

Tenma, you'll want to know: death, thus far, has not been permanent. Two people were killed, but they returned to life seemingly from the incident. Such a thing is not wholly impossible where I'm from, but the nature of this circumstance is unknown to me.

So, as shocking as that information may sound, I wish to prepare you in case some other idiot gets the idea to off one of us.
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[personal profile] disunity 2023-08-02 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, the moment of clarity was nice while it lasted. ]

What?

[ She half drops the thermos, one side slipping so that it dangles by the handle with what's left of the coffee spilling out. She doesn't notice at all when it spills into her lap, but then she isn't noticing anything at all outside of the nonsense words that Dr. Tenma just told her. ]

What does that mean?

[ As her head tilts to the side with a slow blink, Nina is still unaware when the cup's handle slips from her finger and falls to the table. She doesn't notice at all when it rolls right off the edge, and lands on the shop floor with an eerie echo to the clattering roll. ]

Dr. Tenma, what does that mean?

[ Despite her demand, she isn't giving him much chance to answer. Slight panic is already starting to tighten Nina's voice like piano wire. He wouldn't lie to her, but what does that mean? Had she forgotten something? How could she forget something like that? ]

No, I was— I was— There was a mansion. I was...with someone.

[ Nina must have fainted at the mansion, but she can't remember who she was with. Had she hit her head? No, no. Nina can't risk losing any more memories. She's been trying so hard to get them back. She wouldn't forget seeing Dr. Tenma and Johan again. ]
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[personal profile] worldbent 2023-08-02 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[The natural perfume of earth from trampled mud permeates the old cemetery, one of the few such spots in this city where nature still manages to peek through here and there between the gravestones. Fertilized, one would imagine, by the dead.]

[That's the logical theory. The dark figure strolling between the headstones has other ideas though, glancing upward into the dark branches overhead. He'd felt the presence of another here, but paid it little mind. He was here to satisfy his own curiosity, after all.]


Do you feel them? [Matoba asks, a smile curving his lips. His head turns further, revealing the right side of his face swathed in a strange covering, the spellscript of an ofuda whorled into an eye-like pattern that bores back into Rokurou's, as if it covers something much alike.]

[The sensation is vague, with the dullness of senses in this place. But it's wrong, for a human. And yet despite that, scent alone would reveal a jarringly different interpretation: the dry spice of incense and burning salts of purification.]

[Like a cat spotting a bird in a tree and deigning to stay put and let it live, he smiles.]


Looking to snack?
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[personal profile] limbical 2023-08-02 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[New faces are arriving.

While Daan doesn't expect to see anyone familiar, he knows a variety of individuals could arrive. Ordinary fellows maybe, unusual people with unique appearances or abilities, and so on. So, he likes to watch and see who might be there.

And in spite of himself, he can't help but notice keenly with his eye a young girl trying to basically merge with the wall. It's a sign of anxiety, nervousness, uncertainty, distrust -- he gets it.

He's never cared for a crowd, either.

Daan doesn't take many steps closer. He's making sure to keep a couple of meters between himself and the winged girl, holding out his hands to show they're empty. He means no harm.]


I can show you the way out.

[No one likes to feel cornered.]
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amber alert.

[personal profile] rainswords 2023-08-02 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's a similar experience for Xingqiu; while the city has slowly gone through an uptick in its population, his closest friend is not among those deposited to the city via train. That's for the best, that's what he tells himself while acknowledging that his friend has skills that may be better suited to unraveling mysteries here. Exorcists deal with the paranormal... While his mood isn't somber, in fact, despite all the strange events he seems to be in good spirits that changes when he's practically accosted.

He doesn't have a chance to get a good look at the stranger, a notepad obscures his line of sight and a question is promptly asked. It takes him a moment to try to understand what he is seeing. Even then, it is easy to make assumptions because initially, he thought that the drawing resembled some kind of octopus creature. He pushes the notepad gently down so that he can take a look at who he is exchanging words with.

Based on the question and the person's appearance — wait should he rule out the octopus creature theory? ]
I don't believe I have? Unless you mean... Oh, never mind that. Perhaps a name would help? What is his name?
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[personal profile] limbical 2023-08-02 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
You're right, you aren't. But let's just say I'm... terrible with animals. Or animal-looking beings. Whatever the hell you are.

[Now, one might go gee, at least the cat's polite, but that's the thing. Most of the time, those kinds of beings are, and he isn't keen to trust someone so friendly with that kind of look.

It's nothing personal. Not really. To Daan's credit, at least he's reconsidering.]


I've had bad experiences with cats.

[To put it mildly.]
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two cannibalistic hybrids walk into a bar

[personal profile] mrfuckwit 2023-08-02 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Woah, easy! I was gonna eat that!

[ Whether Akira heard Kaneki when he first walked into this restaurant or not remains a mystery. Akira, himself, is also frustrated, but for an entirely different reason altogether. He is what he is, still— a Devilman with high senses and a hellish instinct that made him different from a regular human, but his ability to transform is missing, along with some of his other powers. The alluring scent of the meat here is what drew him to this particular restaurant, but he’s a little dense and maybe doesn’t distinguish what kind of meat it actually is. Devils eat humans and find them delicious after all; he might have a hard time distinguishing between the two.

Or maybe not. Maybe he knows what kind of meat this is and doesn’t care because it’s already dead (it’s quite dead, as his buddy Ryo would say.) Either way, he was in a similar situation Kaneki was in when arriving here— stained with his own blood and some of another devils. Unlike Kaneki, though, he has no shirt on, and the arm he just freshly lost has been reattached in some way he can’t remember.

He points at Kaneki, affronted. ]


If you’re gonna be throwing food, at least say grace first!

[ Because as of now, God is pretty cool in his book. There’s no need to dethrone him; only protect humanity from devils like Ryo said. ]
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[personal profile] nyanxiety 2023-08-02 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Gh-gh--NYAAGH!

[Nansen's frame, thin as it is compared to the man accosting him, manages to jump several inches in the air under the force of Ro's hands as he's gripped; in all of a moment he goes stock-stiff and coiled with tension and then manages to worm his way back out from under his hands with deft grace, like he has become a liquid for that brief second or two it takes to leap away, a good ten or fifteen feet across the subway hall.]

[Give him a moment to take a breath and take stock of the other man. Gold cat-eyes dilate and then narrow back at Rokurou, a scowl setting in when he realizes it's just a man......... He thinks, anyway. There's something off about this guy that sets his senses on edge; there's a lot of people like that around here, though, and he can't consistently be sure when it means they're wrong (human) or wrong (not human).]

[His shirt has become disheveled in that moment, only one button bothering to keep it on his body anyway, but he gives a mannish shrug to fix the collar back over his shoulders and gives a dry sniff as he arranges himself back into place, and raises his chin in defiance.]


You don't know that! Maybe he just got sick of being man-handled all the time, meow! [It's a kneejerk reaction before he gives another dry sniff and glances away, like he's unaffected.]

... Longsword... Odachi, nya? So you're missing, too.............
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