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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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gradenine: (pic#16478103)

it's not unusual

[personal profile] gradenine 2023-08-03 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Nah, you're totally being sentimental.

[ and roland... doesn't like being sentimental. it makes him act up when he's supposed to be cool, calm, and collected, and right now the piano music that's been playing inside the ice cream shop for a little while now is starting to get to him. ]

But yeah, I could join your picnic thing. Sure beats this happy-looking place. [ too pastel for roland's monochromic ass ] But I think ice cream scoops might be too much of a hassle to carry around if you're on the move, so how 'bout some popsicles on the go?

[ then he reaches into the nearby freezer and fishes out a handful of bootlegged Melona bars in melon, strawberry, and banana. here, have one! ]
swordhardy: (pic#11024195)

[personal profile] swordhardy 2023-08-03 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Nooooooooo.

[ Rokurou clutches his face when Nansen mentions the possibility of their swords being melted down. Yes, the possibility had crossed his mind, but ... no. Not that sword. So, the daemon slaps his own cheeks, righting his mind again with a series of swats while the other man similarly recoups. Their swords are fine. Fine. They're probably just hidden in a treasure chest somewhere around here. That's always how it goes back where he's from. ]

Hrk! [ the slap catches him off guard; there's force behind it! as expected, a fellow swordsman is no slouch. and this makes them even, doesn't it... debt repaid. ] Alright, aniki.

[ Does he think this is his name? Yes. Yes he does. Despite his name being in the tongue of his great ancestor's land, he's actually never been there. Aniki sounds as fine a name as any other. ]

That's good with me. I'm Rokurou—which means sixth son! I have five older brothers, so I'm used to being the little brother anyway. Hey, that means you have to spoil me, right?

[ A sparkle glints in his eye at the prospect of being spoiled. ]
rainswords: ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ — ʀᴀɪɴsᴡᴏʀᴅs (pic#16474526)

[personal profile] rainswords 2023-08-03 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ His confusion likely doesn't alleviate her fear but unable to find this fearsome spider on his own, he does need her to point it out for him. Despite the almost paralyzing terror that's overtaken her, the girl lifts an arm pointing to the far corner of the parlor. He would say that his eyesight is good, but he can't see anything that would cause her to become frightened. Looking back at the girl, he is still puzzled but by now his expression is a calm one.

He takes a slow step toward the corner she pointed. Then another. Slowly making his way first past a few tables, then he is at the girl's side.

There is a spider. He sees it now. But it is so small and insignificant. He almost questions whether she is trying to pull a prank on him but her comment earlier only leaves him baffled. Common spiders don't plot to poison or kill people... ]


It's going to have a hard time doing that.

I mean... Why don't you slowly back away, towards the door, I'll cover you and we can escape.
guitarpicks: (84)

the park;

[personal profile] guitarpicks 2023-08-03 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
Two months into a new life, if one could call it that, in a place where there are no animals and no other creatures but those that arrive on the train and Eddie Munson's still feeling like the other shoe is going to drop.

The bank opening last month brought trauma to the surface and Eddie's sure that the city isn't all it seems. How else could it bring Chrissy Cunningham's pom-pom into his hands. He's hidden the thing in the apartment he's claimed for himself, on a shelf in the back of the closet so he doesn't have to think about it again and see the Chrissy floating up from the floor of his trailer toward the ceiling each time he closes his eyes.

It seems whatever has brought them here has another idea though because as he takes a very slow stroll through the park, cigarette in hand, there she is. Eddie stops in his tracks on the path, drops the cigarette he's holding on to the concrete path (there's no need to set a fire!) and balks.

"C--Chrissy?" he stumbles over her name. Is he hallucinating now? Can this place even do that? Christ. Jesus H. Christ.
culver: goodjobself @ dw (kiss me)

[personal profile] culver 2023-08-03 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[There is more than one door out of this place, and Nill is caught up with indecision about which one to take. She doesn't know where she is, or how she got here, or how she's supposed to get home.

Home. Sometimes it's still strange to think that she has one of those now.

Her thoughts are so scrambled that she doesn't notice someone approaching her until he's already talking to her. Nill's head snaps in his direction, her wings pressing as tightly as they can to her back. A quick assessment tells her that he's doing what he can to make himself appear non-threatening, and on someone else, it might work.

All Nill wonders is if she can outrun him.

But he stays back, giving her space, and she's thankful for what she thinks of as a small miracle. The line of tension running through her shoulders lessens just slightly. He's offering her a way out, but can she trust him? Everything inside her screams no, no, no, but she doesn't have many options right now.

In this moment, she wishes she was strong like Naoto, or unbreakable like Heine.

But she's neither, she's just Nill, and he's offered to show her the escape that she wants. There's still caution in her eyes as she gives a quick nod. Show her, then.]
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[personal profile] worldbent 2023-08-03 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Dig...?

[Matoba replies, eye widening with feign surprise, and glancing around himself at the rest of the graveyard. As Rokurou's feet hit the ground he doesn't stir an inch from his spot, not even in response to the force his weight shakes the packed earth with. He's much taller down on the ground than he was on the tree, but the exorcist hardly seems to notice.] Now, what would I use to do that? Hands don't seem very efficient, but I simply didn't think to bring a shovel with me on my stroll through the graves.

[Desecration, huh. The corner of Matoba's mouth lifts, causing a light crinkle behind that ofuda. His eye rests on Rokurou's again; this close, it's more clear how the one that's showing, blood red, has a slitted cat-eye of its own.]

[Exorcist bloodlines, right?]


It's only desecration if it's something that was clean to begin with.
rosaire: (henry46)

yells at the sighting of a richard in the wilds

[personal profile] rosaire 2023-08-03 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ this place was paradise, at least for a moment. not a cold, lonely castle. not a bed too large, too empty, too full of memories of bodies too hot, too close, guilt a blade between his ribs. not a shrieking, throbbing battlefield, wet and stinking with blood. there are trees here, and air that smells fresh from rain, and sky. it's the sort of place henry dreams of running away to. of disappearing in. and he thinks this time he's found it.

but all moments are fleeting, even ones sticky-sweet. the rainbow colors in the parlor had enticed him so easily, the frosted dessert creamy and soft on his tongue. but it's poison. this whole place could be poison. his skin prickles now, heated in a way he doesn't like, in a way a cold substance should counteract but isn't. the staccato rhythm of his heart frightens him. he's thinking of things he shouldn't, of things he doesn't want to, and the longer he stands there, the more he realizes that it isn't the ice cream, but him. it's the wretched want inside of him that's always been there, the thing that makes him both recoil and brush against fire.

from within the folds of his cloak, he grasps for the cross around his neck — then whirls around as if a king has commanded him, as if he isn't a king himself. and he shouldn't have, because his throat goes dry, his eyes widening, the pulse in his heart intensifying tenfold at the sight of richard. richard, richard, his angel, richard.

he jerks back, his hood falling from his blond hair.
]

Richard. [ and, helpless, his gaze follows his pale, slender finger. ] You love strawberries. Let me —

[ touch you? kiss you? he's horrified that those words nearly pass his lips, unbidden. strained, he continues — ] Let me get it for you.

[ he sweeps away to the counter to ask for the ice cream, wishing he could burst into a million shards of light so the lord could take him. ]
Edited 2023-08-03 01:49 (UTC)
mollymocks: (02)

rocky road

[personal profile] mollymocks 2023-08-03 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ Riot of color that he is on a good day, Molly might have taken the unexpected comment at face value except that his white shirt is quite possibly the most boring thing about him. The incongruity pulls his attention, but finding himself being stared down by someone with a fascinating confection has him hooked. Is this flirting? Threatening? Who knows! It's an expression that truly gives nothing.

Possibly unfortunately for the man wearing it, a deadpan look is like catnip to someone who lives to push buttons. Molly finds himself grinning wide enough to show of some nicely pointy teeth, leaning in just a bit to study his new friend closer. ]


Why darling, with flattery like that, I'd be happy to take you anywhere you like.

[ He's helping. ]

Your treat seems to be getting away from you a bit there, though.
culver: ajna @ dw (if i were a rich man)

[personal profile] culver 2023-08-03 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Despite Bulla's height and friendly face, Nill isn't used to anyone approaching her like this. She isn't much taller than the other girl, only a few inches, but the way her shoulders scrunch up towards her ears make her look smaller. She is unnerved more by the bubbly personality in front of her than anything else, and it takes her a few seconds to even register what the other girl has said.

Clothes? Food? Nill is still trying to figure out how to get out of this godforsaken station. Anything else is last on her list of priorities right now. So she shakes her head, eyes wide, and confused. No, she hasn't been to any shops or gotten any supplies or anything. She just took a quiz and got off a mysterious train, it's been a rough morning.
bisection: (Babies turn blue when they're ignored)

ii

[personal profile] bisection 2023-08-03 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Koriel XIII shares a fascination with the foliage here that Nill might relate to, though his enthusiasm is curbed by his ongoing stress about his brother's absence. It would be more meaningful if they could see it together, but more importantly, it would be more meaningful if he knew his brother was safe. He has, more or less, come to terms with his being alone here but that doesn't explain how his brother could be gone.

He should be in this body, too, after all.

He isn't a very attentive person, unfortunately for both of them, and he trips over his feet trying not to trip over her when he notices her on the walkway. He at least catches himself before falling, but he chooses not to move on once he sees her wings. They look too real to be the wings the Koriel wore, and definitely more real than the odd metallic ones he still has on his back. He frowns and furrows his brow. ]


Are you a real angel, then?
mollymocks: (08)

iii

[personal profile] mollymocks 2023-08-03 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, far be it from Molly to turn down an opportunity when it's literally shoved under his nose. The whole shop is still a bit overwhelming to someone who looks equally out of place, but 'this is terrible, try it' is a game he knows well. And so Molly smiles widely, takes the bottle, and throws it back.

He manages to keep it down, but only barely. ]


Oh, that is vile. [ He sounds far too cheerful about it, too. ] Impressively terrible.

[ He eyes the bottle he's found himself with, already plotting for ways to share the wealth. This is a type of horrific that can only be passed on to as many people as possible. ]

Well chosen, friend. Got anything else?
nyanxiety: (10)

[personal profile] nyanxiety 2023-08-03 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
--Eh? Nya?? W-wait, hold on--!

[Nansen, also used to being the "youngest" Ichimonji and the spoiled kitten, furrows his brow into a pout once again. For all he complained about his position, he sure did feel protective of it!]

[Ahhh, but this is the way of the world, isn't it?? The strong should take the lead, and he's certainly a powerful and terrifying Touken Danshi! Nikkou-aniki keeps him on his toes, and so he should do the same for his young charge now. Straightening his back a little, Nansen nods to himself and crosses his arms over his chest.]
...Well, I guess it's okay to spoil your junior sometimes, [He acquiesces, and taps his finger on his arm.]

Listen, Rokurou-kun. You and I will work together to find our blades! Oh, there's another guy too, but... Ahh, don't worry about it right nyow. You'll probably meet him eventually.

[Nansen blinks in thought. Trying to explain that gramps was kinda impossible anyway...]

First things first: your odachi got a name? You should be able to call out to him, and if you call with all your heart...! [Nansen slaps a palm over his own chest, a loud clap over the bare skin his shirt barely covered.] ...Mm, well, you probably won't hear diddly, but-- maybe I might!
mrfuckwit: (( 4. ))

akira fudou | devilman

[personal profile] mrfuckwit 2023-08-03 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
ARRIVAL. (CW: NUDITY)
[ You would think that someone would instantly panic on waking up in an unknown train by an unknown means, but the first thing that Akira can marvel at is the device that is vibrating near him. The last he remembers, it was the year 1987 and the only phones he knows of is a corded phone. Akira is.. severely under-dressed and bloodstained both from his own blood and that belonging to another creature: a devil. As for severely under-dressed, well.. he's not wearing any clothes at all. Worry not, though, because it appears he's arrived in his half-form with his wings missing, and anything that would be subject to public indecency is properly censored by naps of dense, curly black fur. Still, he should think about finding some kind of clothing, right?

Something else he is marveling at is the one arm that he just freshly lost has seemed to be replaced and after figuring the whole phone thing out, Akira marches out of the train station, absolutely gobsmacked by having both his arm and.. the technology. ]


Holy shit. Shit. This is amazing.

[ The second he sees someone else nearby, he can't help but run up to them (??!!) and gesture at the phone that he just received. ]

Hey! Hey you! Look at this! Look at it! And.. look at this too! I have both my arms!

[ He's so excited, his tail is even wagging! What are you going to do about this idiot demon boy who doesn't seem to understand the severity of the situation........ interact or call the nonexistent cops? ]

SOUTHWEST.
[ you're hoping this prompt won't have nudity anymore but you're wrong.......

By the time Akira has made it to the graveyard, he's at least found a pair of pants to wear and cleaned up the blood off of his body. He's done a bit of exploring and now seems a little more frustrated at his situation. Correction, he's extremely frustrated at this situation because he's realizing that he doesn't have any access to his abilities other than a few cosmetic features he has naturally from being a demon and human hybrid. We all know he's not the brightest tool in the shed when it comes to stuff like this (yet, he does well academically; it doesn't make sense to me either) but he's thinking and kind of talking to himself as he goes for a stroll... was this the act of some kind of devil? An act of God, maybe? Perhaps he needs to try harder.. pop those devil wings out a little better, so when he's found a clearing that seems like it would fit his wingspan without breaking anything, Akira hunches over and takes a deep inhale, arms outspreading, and then he concentrates really hard... and... ]


Go... DEVILWING!!!

[ Yeah, no, that ain't gonna do it and it only fuels his aggression which was a lovely trait his demon parasite gave him when they merged together. In a bout of anger, he turns to the nearest gravestone and punches it which.. hurts a lot more than it should? ]

God.. DAMMIT!!
ICE CREAM.
[ And finally, Akira is fully clothed, having given up on being able to transform into his seven foot form. This is Fine.

He's done some decompressing emotionally when he finds the ice cream parlor and decides he probably needs a treat after all of this. The brunette strolls right in and upon seeing someone else inside who is already looking at the ice cream behind the glass, he perks up slightly and stands next to them. ]


Yo.. are you going to try it or not? What if it's poisoned?

[ And yet, his dark eyes are eyeballing the chocolate flavor with a certain kind of gluttonous lust. Oh yeah, he's gonna get that one. ]

[ Akira's canon deals with some triggering issues explained here. You can also read more about him over here. If you have any questions or wanna plot, you can contact me at [plurk.com profile] justaways! ]
chokuto: (pic#15621050)

[personal profile] chokuto 2023-08-03 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
[The new face of a man is no more or less recognizable than the previous. It is the stranger's emotional reaction, visceral with upset, that earns most of Sasuke's attention — he can only suppose that these individuals play a significant role to the young man's life. Keeping a rigid post where he entered that pathway, stationed between a row of statues and greenery, he weathers the barrage that follows.]

Sometimes I can see what others cannot. [Sasuke's head turns, a look that slides sideways as if guilty, though truthfully more complicated than that. There are many reasons why remaining cautious and moderate with his admissions is a better choice right now.] Don't you find it suspicious? This isn't where we belong. You should expect that your surroundings won't be trustworthy.

[A pair of mismatched eyes flicker back to Richard, briefly.]

And... I noticed something earlier, in the cemetery. It gave me a clue.
culver: goodjobself @ dw (somethin' bad)

[personal profile] culver 2023-08-03 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Nill has just about convinced herself to make a run for the nearest door when she spots someone moving in her direction. Any thoughts of making a break for it flee her mind, and she's frozen to the spot until he's basically right next to her. Well, more in front of her and off to the side, but to a girl who has dealt with very few well-meaning and possibly decent people in her life, it still feels like he's looming.

Her eyes dart briefly to the side, then focus back on his face. She can tell that he... doesn't want to be talking to her, which makes her wonder why he would in the first place. She doesn't get the feeling that he means any harm by it, but even that makes her uncomfortable, too. Everything about this place does, so far.

But she can't keep standing there, gawking at him. It isn't getting either of them away from this situation any faster. Is she good? Absolutely not. Nothing about this so far has been good. But she gives a jerky nod anyway, because what else is she supposed to do?]
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supermarket

[personal profile] swordhardy 2023-08-03 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ Meanwhile, there's another not too far away comfortably pilfering whatever he deems worthwhile as he passes through. Nothing too big: a couple of food items to have on hand even though he doesn't really need to eat much, a bottle of booze because who wouldn't need a drink after a day like this, some sweet potato flavored mochi because it's his favorite... and bandages. Perhaps the most proper grab yet.

He comes swaggering up Kaneki's aisle to check out the coffee and teas as well. Do daemons need caffeine? No, another unnecessary thing, but he's a traditional man who won't go a day without a cup of tea if it can be helped. It's when he's fishing around for a proper matcha that he (willingly) overhears the other's concern.

It pokes at his soft spot for guys like this. Exactly why Rokurou strides up alongside him to offer a reassuring nod before taking a can as well. In for a penny in for a pound; if they go to jail it'll be a cell for two. ]


Worried? [ his smile is gentle, and generous laugh lines crinkle at the corner of his visible eye with the gesture, ] I'll cover it for you.

[ Rokurou proudly raises a scrap of looseleaf with a brazen block of letters sprawled across: I O U. ]

I'm leaving this at the front so we'll be fine. A Rangetsu man always repays his debts, so they have nothing to worry about either.
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Rosamund du Prix/Sleeping Beauty | D20: Neverafter

[personal profile] rosebleed 2023-08-03 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
A) WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBOURHOOD

Hello? Little birds? Little creatures?

[With no bow, no swarm, no friends, and moreover no clues, Rosamund steps onto the platform on shaking knees. She's no coward mind you, but this place looks absolutely insane. Metal everywhere, not a soul in sight, and this odd magic mirror that fits in the palm of her hands and only demands questions of her. No answers give back, not even a quaint rhyme of introduction. Frankly it's the stingiest bewitched item she's ever met.

Her boots make a soft tread on the tile, yet still they echo in the emptiness. She shivers, rubbing at her scarred arms. The tattered gown is serviceable but does nothing to hide the damage done by the endless briars. Some of which still grow around her middle. Out of her middle, another set circling the crown of her head. Inert for now, but indomitable as ever.]


Hello? Timothy, Red? Pinocchio? [Perhaps it's silly to be calling for them like this, she'd have heard Red and Pinocchio for sure. Some kids are as quiet as mice. Those two were a herd of elephants.] Gerard, are you here? PIB?

[No answer. She trots forward to the unmanned merchant's stall. Nothing in it looks familiar. She plucks a smooth package up with two fingers, wrinkling her nose.]

...Snickers? [She turns it over. It. Um. Well, it's brown?] Is it supposed to make you laugh? Or will laughing open it?

...Do I want to open it?

[What if it's cursed?]


B) I SCREAM, YOU SCREAM

[Okay she's had enough. Rosamund slams the parlour door open.]

Oh wow, what do you know! Empty too! What a shock! What an unexpected surprise! [She swoops in, huffing, impatient.] And let me guess: nothing of interest behind this counter! Nothing on the paper! Ooooh, aaah! What a mysterious mystery! My goodness.

[She tosses the receipt roll aside and swivels on the goods.]

And more mystery food. Oh what a clever— [She nearly lets the word slip.]architect you are! Boy, you sure got me! What should I do? Hmm?

[She doesn't want to draw the attention of The Authors. She's not fit to fight an unknowable god that can edit her out of existence on a whim. But also, she's furious. This new story is empty. Completely devoid of life, of reason, of a sensibly built castle. Also she has no weapons and her magic is barely working. What the hell is the point of all this?

Rosamund grabs a scoop and digs it into the nearest bucket.]


What? What do you want from me? Should I gorge myself on ice cream until I pass out and die of boredom?! Is that what you want?! [She jams the whole scoop in her mouth.] MMMMM-MM-MMM! Oh my, it's incredible! So deliciou...oh.

[The scoop clatters to the ground. She curls over on the counter, clutching her head and groaning.]

Uuugh...brain freeze...


C) NETWORK

[As online introductions were, this one could use some work. It starts with a mass-spam of an inept selfie. Her face is rumpled, mouth half open, squinting into the camera. Actually, it's a series of selfies. She had it on burst. Within the set she goes from perplexed to shocked to positively delighted.]

AH Is This a sort of portrait making device

oh why are there words suddenly

hello Can you hear me Hello? to whom am I speaking? HA CHOO

sorry it's really dusty

i promise i aimed away dear stranger


[speech to text is doing her no favours]


D) WILDCARD

[I'm game for anything gang, feel free to surprise me, pm me with ideas, spin off one of my prior prompts, etc etc. FTR Rosamund is 18yo and from a horror/comedy DnD liveplay show, I'll avoid spoilers by default.]
rainswords: ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ — ʀᴀɪɴsᴡᴏʀᴅs (pic#16474523)

ice cream.

[personal profile] rainswords 2023-08-03 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
Oh.

[ It's not a bad question to ask but at this point, if he hasn't died from ingesting poisoned food then it's unlikely to happen now. Although it would be kind of ironic if he is at last done in by ice cream, still he ends up laughing and shrugging it off. That's totally a none answer and he is aware. Does motioning for the stranger to take a valiant leap forward into the world of delicious cool desserts help? Probably not.

At last, he offers some words of confidence. ]
None of the other establishments have harmful foods. Look carefully, you can see that people have been ordering ice cream or at least serving themselves. [ Some of the containers aren't as full as others, some flavors just happen to be more popular. ] Mind if I ask which one are you planning to try?
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😳

[personal profile] chokuto 2023-08-03 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
[It shouldn't bother him, but it does. It's something he ought to have noticed — being watched by someone else, enough to be remembered. Stealth was not today's ultimate goal; there seems little need for it in this place, as empty and vacuous as a bad afterlife, but still this makes him careless. The irritation flickers across his face, there and gone again. An unhelpful day has worn his composure enough that he can't entirely school it.]

It would be irresponsible not to try to figure out where we are. [Sasuke had encountered others with much less urgency, and less foresight, although they were still as mystified by the puzzle of this city as him.] ... Uchiha Sasuke.

[The introduction of his name won't earn any new revelations. He's already expecting this; no one here has recognized him by it. And, likewise, Rokurou Rangetsu lights nothing in his memory.]

What I make of this place— [wariness returns, withdrawing one step for two of Rokurou's own,] is nothing. Books, pamphlets, folders... they're all blank. You can take anything from the stores without payment. The residential buildings have rooms that are completely empty, while others are furnished. It looks like people might have lived here once. If they did, they're gone now.

[Hesitation claims him then, but so far this other man has proved no threat. Yet Sasuke remains a rigid fixture on the roof, aura cold and bristly, like fine electric static — if that is something Rokurou might be able to sense.]

Have you been to the garden with the statues? Or the cemetery?
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[personal profile] hasten 2023-08-03 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
( well… perhaps it had been a little too hopeful to think that he could have gotten rid of the phone without anyone noticing. especially those with particularly sharp eyes.

there’s something about his eyes that gives xiaohei pause. a difference. it’s not necessarily that he senses any sort of spirit power—not with his head feeling like someone’s stuffed cotton balls into his ears—but, rather, it’s the way that he looks at him. that he holds himself. a normal human will look at xiaohei and see a cute kitten; depending on how they feel about cats, they will either be indifferent or coo and cluck and try to get his attention. but this stranger addresses him directly—like a spirit might. or how wuxian had.

he knows. or… at the very least, he knows enough to know he isn’t a normal cat.

as soon as he realizes this, he drops the act, eyes narrowing somewhat as he studies the stranger, noting the loose way his left sleeve hangs from his shoulders.

he meows. )
Who are you?

( he doesn’t know where he is, and he doesn’t know how the train plays into this, but with how empty this space seems… his only thought is that this is a spiritual space. would that make this stranger its owner? )
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iii

[personal profile] horrifictie 2023-08-03 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Harry is still in the middle of deciding what he wants, his indecisive brain having twenty-four different thoughts going off, and they're all silenced when the kid next to him starts talking.

DRAMA - Such confidence, sire! A true wunderkind gracing you with his presence. Yet still, doubt creeps in your mind at his proclamation.
AUTHORITY - Who cares what his position is when you're older than him. Typical disrespect and flagrant showboating.
RHETORIC- Ok, let's skip the preamble for once and jump to the point. Say the line, Harry!
]

Shh! Silence bourgeois devil child. I'm deciding on my ice cream.
culver: ringo @ dw (do i wanna know?)

[personal profile] culver 2023-08-03 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Getting out of the station had been a trial on its own, and Nill is ready to find a quiet place to curl up and hide for an hour or so. She can't remember the last time she saw so many people in one place, and even if nobody had really been looking at her (looking for her), she can't help but feel like they were. At least out here in the open air, it's a little easier to think, and a little easier to pretend she can somehow camouflage herself right into this brick wall.

It isn't going so well, but she can hope.

She hears Heine before she sees him--his footsteps, anyway. And to Nill, someone moving quickly in her general direction has rarely been a good thing. So her shoulders immediately curl inward before she even realizes who it is.

Heine is running towards her.

Heine is here.

Pressure and panic that have been building in her chest since she woke up on that train start to dissipate. Seeing Heine is one thing that could make her feel halfway okay about anything that's happened today, and she can hardly believe that exact thing is occurring. This feels just as unreal to her as it does to him. But she still pushes away from the wall, practically sprinting towards him in a rustle of skirts and feathers; she's pretty quick for a girl her size, so it doesn't take her long at all to reach him. She'll be lucky if she doesn't run right into him.]

[ooc; hi! brackets are just fine with me!]
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[personal profile] funburger 2023-08-03 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[🤝 fellow surgeon... The lack of obvious hospitals has clued Tenma in on the corresponding lack of readily available surgical equipment; he'll keep an eye out, and now he'll remember to grab double of everything to bring it back to Daan, if he finds anything.

Better to be prepared than not, even if he shares the sentiment about not wanting to actually do any surgery here. Now then:]


What...? But... there's a graveyard.

[Why is there a graveyard if no one is dying, he wonders, because wondering how death is impermanent is too impossible for him right this second. Someone is out there bringing people back to life? That's surely not right. And double what:]

You don't mean to say that people will be after us because we're doctors, do you?
culver: scremies @ lj (wasted years)

[personal profile] culver 2023-08-03 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Nill has just pressed her hand into the grass, and is marveling at how it feels; soft, but also like she won't crush it just by touching it. She runs her fingers along a single blade, getting the feeling that if she just turned the wrong way, the edges would be sharp enough to cut her a little, like paper.

As it is, she doesn't notice someone is there until he's almost falling over her. Nill whirls around, falling out of her crouch and on to her backside, scooting herself backwards across the grass until she almost backs into a tree. Her wings shy away from the rough bark, pulling tight against her back as she stares at him, fear already bubbling to the top of her chest.

At the question, she pauses, before giving a hesitant shake of her head. No, she's not an angel. Nill doesn't move further than that, remaining frozen there on the ground.]
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isis ☥ ennead

[personal profile] hekas 2023-08-03 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
apartment hunting.

( the buildings in this world are unwavering giants, made of stone that is unfamiliar and towering high enough to block out the sun. there are taller buildings back home in kemet, isis knows, but those are made of life and sand that is familiar to her.

there is little here that feels alive to her, though she knows that this is not the du'at nor any shores beyond those she knows. the nile does not flow here, there is no connection to what is home. the sun overhead is not carried by a golden chariot, does not warm her skin and remind her that her grandmother is ever-watching.

the warmth of the sun does not touch her skin now, not in the cold halls with many numbered doors that stretches forth before her. sighing, she takes a step and knocks on a door and then the one after it. some do not budge when she tries to turn the handles. most don't. at least until she adds a little force, shoulder pressed to it. and then it gives.

it is unclear if the dwelling, if one could call it that, is abandoned or not. she steps inside, narrowing her eyes before calling out.
) Hello?

Is anyone at home? ( her voice rings through, tone even and pleasant as if she were nothing more than a maiden lost. she looks it, she hopes, dressed in clothes she found at an unmanned merchant and without her crown, without the golden and beaded necklace that adorned her neck upon arrival. ) Does anyone dwell here? I mean no harm if you mean none.

( it is warning enough, no? for a woman potentially breaking into another's home. )



graveyard.

( as the sun disk is carried beneath the horizon, isis stands amongst the mausoleums and toppled grave stones. they bear no inscription that she knows, no spells to help the dead pass safely into her husband's realm.

no.

no there is nothing here that is familiar at all, no place that gives her hint of what has formed this illusion all around her. it is not, she knows, her own doing or that of one of her sisters. set's perhaps? but no. he is without his godhood now and that power was never within his grasp.

still. it could be his doing. isis feels an unfamiliar flutter in her chest and that. that leaves her afraid. it has been so long since she has felt the beat of a panicked heart.

the sound of movement draws sharp ears and she spins around, searching for what or who it is that has made the sound.
) Show yourself. I fear nothing.

( nothing but the sound of her own heart; nothing but the thought that she is trapped in an illusion of another's making. ) Tell me what this place is. I demand it!


i scream for ice cream.

( whatever has drawn the residents of this great city to one particular merchant is unknown to isis, who stands before the display and looks between the options with brows furrowed.

ice shaved into smaller pieces, topped with fruit is known to her but not this. whatever it is. she frowns, looking at the list of options before her. she sighs, looking about if there is anyone to help her.
)

What makes the road rocky? ( she asks, pointing to the label before her if anyone is close.

but if there is no one near by she makes her way over to a stall, sliding in front of anyone who is eating without stop and offers the look a mother may give a small child.
) You will make yourself sick.


wildcard.
( ooc: feel free to pm me if you'd like something else or throw something my way. i'm open to most things. )