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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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limbical: (the only cat who)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-08-10 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh. That name earns a surprised look on Daan's face, but then he nods in response. Hopefully, this would be a happy reunion. Heine can be rough around the edges, but Daan struggles to think that the other man would have a negative relationship with this girl.

Well. Not that Heine couldn't defend himself anyway.]


Yes, actually. Him and a red-haired friend of his are both present, though I know Heine a little better.

Are you two close?
appendages: (pic#16563211)

[personal profile] appendages 2023-08-10 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ calling it abandoned ice cream probably made it that much less appetizing, but yoshida isn 't about to point that out. he also doesn't seem to be stepping in either or preventing what could easily be a horrific stomachache for this man down the line. but, he supposed he's seen people eat worse.

he guesses being trapped in places like aquariums did that for people. regardless, he does tilt his head:
] That was fast. You sure you don't need to slow down? [ what about brain freeze...

are devils impervious to that....

but, despite his own words, he does appear to be looking around a bit on his own. as with every other place, there really is no one. but, he's not sure if that makes this place more or less suspicious.
]
hasten: (44)

[personal profile] hasten 2023-08-10 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
( the black kitten starts slightly at the question; a ! is practically visible over his head.

ah. so she had seen that.

he seems wary, jerky (temporarily) forgotten. his large eyes dart towards the storefront that the phone had disappeared into when he had tossed it away before returning to her, gaze present and thoughtful. now, to her offer, it certainly does seem like he lowers his head slightly and gives it a small shake side-to-side. and to her introduction, it certainly does seem that he miaw!s a greeting.

except, this time, the catlike sound is accompanied with meaning which seems to inject itself directly into her thoughts. not unlike her manager... )


Hello, Don Quixote.

( he knows this is probably a bad idea. but he isn't really sure what's going on or where he is, and speaking with someone else who might have a few answers is the quickest way to figuring things out. this isn't necessarily breaking one of the guild's rules... or, rather, it wouldn't be unless there was a scene.

but this place is practically empty, so that seems rather unlikely. )
heeroics: (ʜʏᴘᴏᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄᴀʟ)

[personal profile] heeroics 2023-08-10 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ in fairness, Heero gets this do-not-poke expression about most things. in time Prompto might determine for himself that there's very little beast in this chilly-eyed guy to provoke, as long as you're not an immediate threat.

nevertheless, his caution does not go unappreciated by Heero, who would much prefer to cut to more important concerns than his personal problems and issues.

Prompto's concerns, for example. Heero may be antisocial, but he still doesn't want to see any newcomer needlessly suffer through something... well. weird. Heero wasn't used to "weird" when he arrived, either. (he still isn't, but he doesn't make that easy to read. on purpose.) ]


There's been a document circulated with some information arrivals like us have gathered. I can send it to you.

[ Heero takes out his phone. give him those digits Prompto ]
culver: unknown. (cowboy cassanova)

[personal profile] culver 2023-08-10 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[She's more or less shooed into the building, but she's too busy staring wide-eyed at the assortment of baubles and trinkets to really feel one way or another about it. There's just... so much stuff in here. Nill doesn't think she's ever seen such a collection of things that are, arguably, of no real use to anyone, but pretty to look at nonetheless.

Her gaze finally focuses on the item the young woman is holding out on display, and her blue eyes go wide. It's... cute. There's no other word for it. She nods, absolutely mesmerized by how adorable this little thing is.]
hasten: (69)

[personal profile] hasten 2023-08-10 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
Oh.

( the reply is brief, blunt, and plaintive. he seems to deflate somewhat. xiaohei takes a great deal of pride in his abilities — he had worked very hard on mastering them, especially his manipulation of metal and space. what he says certainly makes sense, considering how difficult they once again seem to be. almost as if he were once again sailing across the ocean with wuxian, learning how to sense and move metal objects with his mind. just barely at first, but soon enough with enough skill that even his master was impressed.

and his master was the most powerful Enforcer in the world.

the cat tilts his head to the side at the question. he seems to have no idea what a "cop" is. )


It's like... a protector. Or a peacekeeper, maybe.

( the answer wuxian had given him when he'd asked him what Enforcers were had seemed insufficient when he'd seen the wide array of responsibilities they had and tasks they were assigned by the guild. it sometimes seemed like they did everything.

he does seem to know what a doctor is, though. )
No. ...Hopefully not. ( he could, for the most part, convalesce on his own. though sometimes help from powerful immortals helped. ) I'm Xiaohei.

( the long tail unfurls and then curls back in again, bringing his ice cream cone to his mouth. he gives it another lick, purring. )

Are you sure you don't want one? It's really good.
dathomirs: (Default)

[personal profile] dathomirs 2023-08-10 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
I woke up on the train as well. Nothing here is familiar to me, but on my way here I kept seeing glimpses of things I half-recognized. I thought I saw one of my sisters, before.

[ Her eyes threaten to well up again and she swipes at them furiously in an attempt to end this unwanted display of weakness. A Nightsister does not cry where others can see, certainly. She trusts Cal, but this place has them both terribly unbalanced.

His commentary makes her recall the half-eaten and now half-melted ice cream she'd put down beside her and she picks it back up with a growing suspicion. She sniffs the cup of melting ice cream and dips a finger into the rainbow sherbet side, then touches it to her tongue only to be immediately stricken by the desire to cling to Cal again. ]


Oh. Oh, dear. No, I do not think we should eat any more ice cream, though this rainbow kind does seem to make me less likely to burst into inappropriate tears.
icanfixer: (20)

[personal profile] icanfixer 2023-08-10 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ it is a feeling she has not had in some time, now.

her eyes widen and she stops her kicks, staring at the little kitty for a moment... before sliding her hand across the ground carefully. not to touch him, but as if she wants to. still, a little uncertain, but hopeful nonetheless-- ]


... Manager Esquire?
limbical: (who wants to dig)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-08-10 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
[So like a cop, but it seems like this little creature wasn't familiar with the term. Protector or peacekeeper it is, then. Daan nods in understanding then.]

An admirable goal to have.

[And he means it; many take up the role for power, but there are also just as many who just want to do good.

The purring would probably put anyone else at ease. For a moment, Daan stiffens before he reminds himself to relax, that Xiaohei isn't someone to be feared in this moment. It's unfortunate what the association of cats means for him, but Daan just as much understands that it's not worth generalization it brings. He'd been wary of Y'shtola at first, too, which was also a mistake; she has ended up being a well-spoken, intelligent woman.]


I'm afraid I don't have much of a sweet tooth, and ice cream has always been just loaded with sugar in my experience. But please, don't let me stop you from enjoy yourself, Xiaohei. Have you had ice cream before?
culver: honeyriot @ lj (she never lets it go to her heart)

[personal profile] culver 2023-08-10 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
The tension doesn't leave her shoulders, but a little but of the wariness leaves her eyes as he backs off a little bit, hands raised. He doesn't look like he's trying to grab her or anything, but that's only a small comfort.

Nill's wings flutter behind her for a moment before settling against her back, and she nods. Yes, she just got off the train not so long ago. This place doesn't look like anywhere she's ever seen before--not that she's seen much of the underground, but she's certain someone would have told her about a park down there.
hasten: (63)

[personal profile] hasten 2023-08-10 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
( the large, feline eyes follow him, but he doesn't coil or tense. to him, sasuke is very tall, but it's not like it's something he's not accustomed to — sure, he may have gotten used to humans who are much closer to his own height from spending so much time with xiaobai and ah gen, but he had spent months and months with wuxian prior to that. he isn't really sure why, but there's something about this stranger and the way he replies to him that makes him miss his master far more than he has in the past few weeks.

xiaohei's ears flick back to pin against his skull; he lowers his head, eyes narrowing in disappointment. he hasn't yet attempted to use his powers, but... he thinks he understands what he means. his senses feel strange, dull, as if he were waking up from a long dream. he senses that he could transform into his human form if he wanted, but it would be very challenging, like it had been way back when he'd been learning to use it. )


...I think I'm the same.

( said sadly, but also somewhat impetuously. xiaohei is a prideful little creature.

his eyes follow into the storefront where his phone had disappeared into. he weighs the offer, knowing that he could simply go off on his own — for the longest time he had thought he was better off on his own. but...

he looks back up at sasuke. he doesn't think that he trusts him, but he also doesn't think that he... doesn't trust him? )
I'll go with you. ( he nods his head. he had given him his full name, so he will do the same. ) My name is Luo Xiaohei. I'll be right back.

( he's quick. he darts into the store and reemerges only a moment or two afterward, the cell phone he had found on the train seat next to him curled in his preternaturally long and prehensile tail. it's a little cumbersome to carry, but that's fine. he's able to trot alongside sasuke as he walks, easily keeping pace with him. )

Did you also wake up on one of those trains?
justlethal: (pic#16591632)

[personal profile] justlethal 2023-08-10 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Gamora will admit that sometimes a punch or a kick are good for stress relief. A fight, blowing off some steam, without seeking to truly maim or injure another. To not just be a weapon.]

If anyone has found it, they have not shared.

[Arguably, it may well depend who does find the information and what they would do with it. Some might hold onto it, keeping it close. Use it for leverage. Gamora would share.]

It does not stop those from seeking. Until that point where something useful is found, you are stuck here. Like the rest of us.
nostalgiabomb: (036)

[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2023-08-10 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
I— no. You don't really have to do that, here. Unless you want to.

[ Which is a poor explanation. He sucks in a breath through his teeth, then tries again: ]

Money isn't really a thing around here, I mean. Like, you don't have to pay for anything.
nostalgiabomb: (036)

[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2023-08-10 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
Not the fight in Wakanda, but the big one after everyone came back, yeah.

[ And, admittedly, there were, what, thousands of people in that fight? It certainly felt like thousands. It was chaotic and ugly and did we mention chaotic?

As an afterthought, he amends quietly, ]


After almost everyone came back, anyway.
mollymocks: (06)

[personal profile] mollymocks 2023-08-10 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ Once the initial oddity has past, Molly gives an internal sort of shrug and downs the rest of it. No reason for it to go to waste. Still incredibly strange, but far from the worst thing he's ever tried. ]

Perhaps it's some sort of sensory experiment.

[ He affects a somewhat philosophical expression, but really someone who has tripped out on mushrooms just to see what would happen has no room to talk. ]

Besides, we're not paying money now, are we? [ All the more reason to try random things! This is excellent logic. ]
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[personal profile] rainswords 2023-08-10 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ Was there something about that particular spider that he failed to notice? It was small, easily captured in a napkin, and did not put up a fight. He can't help but bring a hand up to his chin in thought as he tries to figure things out but the best way to go about this would be to question the girl before him. ]

Normally you say? Then did you notice something different about that spider?

[ Honestly, he too would be willing to chalk her reaction up to the sudden change in environment. Although by now she appears far more composed than when she had been inside the ice cream parlor, was it nerves? Anxiety? Or had she too experienced that strange sensation of belonging when she first arrived? ] I suppose that's my experience as well. I don't think anyone here planned this excursion. Or at least, I haven't met anyone who had.
dathomirs: (Default)

[personal profile] dathomirs 2023-08-10 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Merrin takes the offered napkins gratefully and dabs at her eyes, though the surge of immense gratitute she experiences has her both weeping in truth and wanting to hug the stranger -- neither of which are reactions that are becoming of a Nightsister. She shakes her head hard as though attempting to clear it and looks at the other woman apologetically.

"No. Everything is emphatically not okay, and I have not the faintest idea why. Are you from this place?"
100more: (c06)

[personal profile] 100more 2023-08-10 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
[The glare is enough of an answer. Hob knows what it means.]

Others with powers have had theirs diminished, as well.

[Though Dream probably considers his own power uncomparable to those.]
dathomirs: (Default)

[personal profile] dathomirs 2023-08-10 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
Merrin looks over at the other woman with caution, half-expecting her to simply vanish once her eyes focus upon her. When she does not, Merrin breathes a small sigh of relief and takes a step or two closer.

"I thought I heard one of my sisters, but that is impossible. They are long dead."

Still, the faint breeze seems to call her name, sister, Merrin, causing her to draw her cloak more tightly around her shoulders.

"What did you hear?"
hasten: (61)

[personal profile] hasten 2023-08-10 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
It's a city. But not this one.

( said rather unhelpfully. but xiaohei had seen the subway for that city, and he had seen all of its many, many people. he has lived there for some time. he has only seen a little bit of this city, but he feels like he can already tell enough differences to be confident in saying he knows where he isn't. it looks different. it smells different.

empty. it's oddly chilling.

it only reminds him of one place.

he considers what kai says for a long moment before asking rather bluntly. )


It's not someone's spiritual space?

( domain. it had actually been an ability — an extremely rare one — that xiaohei himself had once possessed. but then fengxi had betrayed him, stolen it, and used it for himself. when he projected his spiritual space over the city, imposing his own rule over its natural laws... it had seemed like this, in a way. empty. unsettling. wrong.

xiaohei sometimes thinks it's best that that power had been lost. he thinks he would try to use it as good as he can, but... some things are too powerful to be held purposelessly. just like when he had given away the Heavenly Pearl to those who could use it. )


I was in one once, a really big one, and it was sort of like this.
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[personal profile] rainswords 2023-08-10 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ While Chongyun's steps falter, he continues onward delving further into the shop. The scents overpowering, the warmth while not quite suffocating does leave him practically on the verge of sweating under his collar. Just a few more steps and the fortune teller would come into view. However, it's his friend's words that bring him to stop. That can't be right. ]

Chongyun?

[ Slowly he turns to face the exorcist, although puzzled by what Chongyun just said he maintains a calm demeanor. There has to be a rational explanation for all this, or at least he hopes as much. So far, he was under the impression that out of all people surely Chongyun would have noticed his absence and yet it seems that for the other teen, he hasn't been missing at all. ]

When I last saw you, well, we were escorted home by Hu Tao after joining her and some other guests for The Lantern Rite Festival. In fact, I am not the only person from Liyue who has been here for that long. Adeptus Xiao is also here.
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[personal profile] hypnagothic 2023-08-10 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
Others?

[ that seems to catch his attention. ]
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[personal profile] hypnagothic 2023-08-10 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
No.

[ said softly as his other statements, but he does not elaborate this time. ]
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[personal profile] wordchain 2023-08-10 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ The napping figure, for all that his hair and his clothing add another shade of green alongside the surrounding foliage, is rather noticeable past the clutter of neglected stone slabs. Yesod himself approaches soon enough, drawing closer until his steps come to a halt beside Netzach's chosen tree. For the moment, questioning the nature of the headstones is set aside. ]

That won't be necessary.

[ Standing over the pile of lanky limbs and unkempt attire that constitutes his colleague resting in the grass, Yesod may not approve of Netzach's idea of enjoyment, but there is a sort of relief in something familiar amidst today's discoveries. ]

Are you aware that this is not your floor?

[ At least Netzach doesn't seem to be under the influence of anything besides his own lethargy. ]
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[personal profile] wordchain 2023-08-10 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ The voice addressing him, now quite familiar, draws Yesod's attention away from the device before him, and he lifts his gaze to glance at Roland. After a second, he steps aside to allow the man to stand closer to the kiosk as well, turning around fully to face Roland instead for now, scanning his expression.

Roland's opening remarks suggest that he — and others — have already had enough time to conduct a conclusive investigation, as if he has been existing in two places simultaneously. ]


Yes, that would seem to be a waste of time. However, there is likely an explanation for this City's state.

[ Yesod folds his arms, waiting. ]

What have you learned, then?