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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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gurge: (getou | 113)

iii

[personal profile] gurge 2023-08-03 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ not for nothing, but Richard is at least joined by someone else covered in head-to-toe black, the graceful sweep of long hair down his back bleeding him into a single shadow. the half-eaten nature of his single scoop of waffle cone makes a mystery of what flavor he's chosen — but the creamy smudge of seafoam green at his upper lip tells all tales. two different colored eyes stare back at him, and for a moment, he simply busies himself with his dessert as he weighs actually responding to this monkey. ]

Thankfully, you needn't imagine, [ his cold mouth agrees, leaning his hips back into the sleek metal serving counter. it's several degrees cooler in the shop than it is outside, and he doesn't have any particular reason to move on just yet, preferring to get in someone's way and be a nuisance. ] You can just walk right up and taste.

[ tall, broad, lacking a limb and yet seemingly immovable — he stands and watches, curiosity mildly piqued to see how this plays out. ]
infirm: (behemoth)

[personal profile] infirm 2023-08-03 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ wasn't the gun arm or anything, huh ]

Flowers don't really seem very tricky, right?
But she is. So don't get fooled.
That kind of thing.
limbical: (who who tried to sing)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-08-03 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a pause as he watches the creature and listens to the voice speaking to him. For a moment, he considers, folding his arms and frowning to himself before he sighs and shakes his head.]

No need. Frankly, you have a point; humans do plenty of damage on their own. By my own logic, I should be revolted by every human I encounter.

[He crouches to look at the cat(?).]

Stay in what form is most comfortable for you. Would you be offended if I asked what you were?
limbical: (because a cat's the only cat)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-08-03 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm, I have.

[And he's willing to leave it as that. Though he's witnessed plenty of dying patients, the matter with Don Quixote was exclusively... unique.

Anyway. He'll just. Ignore that and move on!!]


A curious man, aren't you? His name was Baron Eihner von Dutch, in the Kingdom of Rondon. Both names I don't imagine mean anything to you.
infirm: (bad rap)

[personal profile] infirm 2023-08-03 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ hey, one military man to the next (yeah, not). his inherently aggressive manner of eating doesn't slow, but he's also not making any moves to actually start a fight, passively perched up against the outside of the shoppe under a canopy shade. it seems the stranger has stumbled upon the true meaning of his statement... damn. he'd delivered it with such chutzpah, too. ]

[ even if, uhh... wow, dude. ]


Overshare much? [ it isn't quite disgust; something else takes its place, softens the furrow of brows above glow-ringed eyes. after a tense moment where Kaidan sits with himself in perplexity and Cloud shifts tracks, he asks: ] Which part?

[ which part does he still dream about — the feel of it snapping beneath his fingers, that distinct cracking sound, the way all the screaming suddenly stops once you've severed the spinal cord? ]
chokuto: (pic#16168025)

i would die for xiaohei

[personal profile] chokuto 2023-08-03 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
[There is something at play here, Sasuke can tell as much, however he might not know the deeper mechanism — not a ninneko or a summoning, both first thoughts discarded as soon as that voice fills his mind. The meow offsets it strangely; it surprises him, shown only on his face in a slight raise of brows.]

Uchiha Sasuke.

[It seems enough to be honest, even as he expects unrecognition at the offering of his name. Truthfully, Sasuke's behavior here is not ordinary; he is not treating this creature as he would another person. There's a softer quality to his voice, and he is less guarded in posture where he remains crouched, perhaps foolishly — but he does not think so.]

I don't intend any harm. I arrived here only a few hours ago, the same as others I've seen and spoken to. I find myself changed, and many of my belongings are missing, but otherwise I don't know anything about this place. Do you?
infirm: (frozen nail)

[personal profile] infirm 2023-08-03 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
Sword. [ an immediate, if a little defensive, correction. he doesn't linger too long on why he feels the need to make that distinction, dismisses the thoughts that dive to deep into its origins and what weight it might hold for him. his back is light — too light — without it, a(nother) part of his identity missing. Daan's revelations do not sit well, leather gloves creaking as his hands tighten into fists. ]

[ bad news indeed. mako-infused eyes stare hard at a point in the ground as he wrestles with what to make of the information, let alone what to do with it. "anything that can be construed as a weapon"... ah! ]


How 'bout taking a baseball bat to the nearest hardware store?

[ beggars can't be choosers. nail bat it is. ]
limbical: (great now i have to pick new lyrics)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-08-03 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
Sure. Sword.

[Mostly, he says it to tease a little, but beyond that Daan is briefly distracted by the young man's eyes. It's subtle if one isn't paying attention, but there is a distinct, saturated glow to them. Interesting, but he doesn't press for details right now.]

Might be able to make that work, actually. However, I am curious as to why a stranger is so intent on getting a weapon. Planning on a fight?
funburger: (659)

[personal profile] funburger 2023-08-03 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah, called out. That gets another amused huff out of him, closer to a proper laugh this time.]

Guilty! It's been a long time since I could chat with a colleague this casually.

[If he misses anything about working at a hospital, it's the social aspect. He's enthusiastic...!]

But you're right again: I don't recognize the names. I don't suppose you know Dusseldorf University, in Germany...? That's where I studied.
limbical: (to the cave man days)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-08-03 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
Hm, I see. That's fair. Besides, I'd probably be the one asking the questions usually, anyway.

[It's a bit endearing, nonetheless.]

I'm afraid not. That's another aspect that you're going to have to adapt to: some of us are from different worlds. I couldn't really tell you how or why it happens, but places like Germany or... hell, what was it, United States of something? Those don't exist where I'm from. There are similar equivalents but the names are completely different for me.
funburger: (1029)

[personal profile] funburger 2023-08-03 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
Really? I'm going to start thinking you're trying to fool me, if this keeps up.

[Like, how many more unbelievable things does he have to digest in a day? He still says it like they're chatting about their studies and not the many-worlds theory being real. Just something else to take in stride or simply lose it completely, great.]

You know, if there's ever enough time for it, we should compare our studies.

[Please, buddy... doctor pal...]
infirm: (midgar zolom)

[personal profile] infirm 2023-08-03 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ a little weird, but he's probably not the best judge of that. it's not like she's as badly dressed as the thugs who linger around in Wall Market so as far as Cloud's perception of fashion goes, it looks too complicated for a backwater country girl but too impractical for a city climber. and then there's the ears... ]

[ well. none of his business. ]


A city bigger than this, but it's controlled by a prick. [ not untrue. not quiiiiite a rhyme either, so he still looks a bit perplexed, glancing this way and that, as if something might abruptly happen to explain away his new syntax. when nothing does, he cautiously begins again: ]

Strife. [ okay stop talking ] ... [ DON'T DO IT ] ...Cloud. Oh for crying out loud—
poofs: (✨ 10)

trucy wright | apollo justice: ace attorney

[personal profile] poofs 2023-08-03 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
a. arrival
[ a young girl dressed in a tophat and a cape is taking careful steps through brickwork plaza. her head swivels to take in the unnerving quietude and unfamiliarity of the surrounding city, the innately curious part of her at odds with her intuition. where are the officials working at the train station? why do most people meandering here seem as lost as she feels? and when did she step onto a train in the first place?

southwest of city hall, she approaches the person nearest to her, putting on her best doe-eyed look and folding her hands behind her back. ]


Um, excuse me! [ she gestures towards the tourist center. ] Would you mind coming in there with me? Just to check things out!
b. i scream, you scream
[ pay no attention to the preteen in a magician costume shuffling on the floor near the jukebox.

or do! she doesn't seem to be concerned about tripping someone or weirding people out. she's too preoccupied with working her hard plastic wand between the jukebox and the linoleum. ]


Come on... Almost there...!

[ nothing to see here. unless you want to use the jukebox too, because she might be staying put for a while. ]
c. i scream again, you scream again
[ wherever your character is in the ice cream parlor, they feel a small tug at their clothes. when they whirl around to meet it, trucy is standing beside them, grimly looking up from beneath the brim of her tophat.

she sneaks a hand from beneath the cape shrouded around her shoulders, and with it, she motions for your character to lean down so she can whisper something in their ear. ]
d. wildcard
( hit me up with anything/through pm! )
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infirm: (bahamut)

[personal profile] infirm 2023-08-03 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ well that's like the weirdest answer he's ever gotten. his confusion is evident on his face, glancing up and to the side as he squints in the middle distance, attempting to reconcile what he's heard with what he'd said. make it make sense? of course, he's still oblivious to the chocolate delicately streaming between the plating of his gauntlet. ]

...That's stupid, [ he's decided, apparently. ] Unless you're so weak you couldn't land a hit or even get me to sweat.

[ wouldn't be the first time, to be honest. ]
infirm: (dragon rider)

[personal profile] infirm 2023-08-03 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
Huh...?

[ so he... believed him? that means he succeeded, right? ...then why hasn't this weird feeling dissipated? still feeling as though he's missed something, he follows Molly's unusual crimson gaze, spotting the steady drain of chocolate that's become the point of his cone with a curse under his breath. he breaks the flow with a snap of teeth; perhaps this is his own threat display in response to all those sharp ones he'd witnessed before. ]

[ now in possession of a cone with no bottom to hold it all together, the rapidly melting ice cream is funneling out the bottom. this shuts him up for a good 30, 45 seconds, his other hand raising one finger. please hold. ]

[ once gravity has done the worst of it, his cone now hollowed-out and most of the rocky road drained, he circles back: ]
Where are we going?
infirm: (gi nattak)

[personal profile] infirm 2023-08-03 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ this, at least, leads him back to familiar territory. there's plenty of wear and tear on his uniform, modifications that make it applicable to a mercenary instead of the pristine, clean lines of a SOLDIER 1st Class; still, the Shinra logo remains printed on his waist, marking him as what he once was. if it didn't, his eyes would. ]

I was a SOLDIER. [ that simple word seems to hold greater meaning in his mouth, as if expecting anyone who hears it to simply know all it encompasses. it isn't that he needs acclimating to the possibility of other worlds — other timelines — it's just that the ones he's witnessed(?) and expected have all followed the same framework: Shinra, SOLDIER, Sephiroth, Aerith, a black-haired man with a scar on his jaw. ]

[ the most self-aware thing he could possibly say, at that moment: ]
It's what I was made for.
killer_bunny: (Default)

USS Laffey | Azur Lane | not reserved

[personal profile] killer_bunny 2023-08-03 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
I – The Arrival of the Bunny

Laffey glanced here and there. Discerning her surroundings as she looked over the subway station. Her eyes were half-lidded, tired looking. She even yawned, looking as though she had just awoken from a nap. Ugh, her head is pounding right now too, one thing after another, first a weird phone. Then a weird train. And now a weird place, with weird people. Speaking of, she might as well give the apparent locals and new arrivals a look over.

Hm… humans? They all appear to be human at a glance. She does entertain the notion of having wandered into the Mirror Seas. As near as the shipgirl is aware, that is always a possibility. But it’d be a rather odd one if it is. She pauses for a moment longer.

Blinks.

Then approaches the nearest person. Her bunny ears poked up and swayed prominently as she looked the other person over.

“You, who kidnapped Laffey? And where did they take me?”

II – Sacred Nap Time of The Bunny

The Graveyard is many things. Creepy, lonely, and forgotten. This was not a place to be wandering around normally, let alone a place to lay yourself to rest. And yet, there is a lump in front of one of the worn down headstones. A girl, curled up and sleeping rather soundly on the ground. Bundled in a pink jacket, and twin bunny ears on top of her head.

An odd sight to see, certainly.

Maybe a little worrying too? Given just how deep her sleep seemed to be! In fact, is she even asleep? She seems to be sleeping a little too soundly…. Is she…? Could she be!?

…She’s not, but it certainly looks like it?

The gravestone reads: "Here Lies Laffey"

How quaint.

III – The Bunny Quenches Her Thirst

There’s empty wine bottles on the restaurant table. At least two of them. Plus one that’s half empty. That one was currently in the hand of Laffey. Her eyes were the same as ever. Tired, half-lidded, lacking in motivation or interest. But her lips were currently occupied by the bottle itself. She practically inhaled the contents as she downed it.

The bottle is eventually set down onto the table with a sigh and burp from the destroyer. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was swaying this way and that. The smell is very strong, and the wine looks rather expensive.

Laffey herself is… crawling onto the table. Back against it as she stares up at the ceiling. A hand blindly reaching for a bottle, pouting as she does so.

“Mmn… c’me ‘ere~.”

IV – Ice Cream and Bunny

”Oooohhh…!”

Her eyes actually lit up (as much as they could) as she spotted the flavors of ice cream. She wasn’t certain which one to choose! So-!

She grabs a bowl and approaches her quarry. “To make sure of their quality… Laffey will personally try them all…. Mmh… that’s the reason.”

What a brave soul!

V – Jukebox Bunny

As she polished off her ice cream, Laffey began to contemplate what to do next. This was a great distraction, but she needed to head into other things. The wheels in her sleepy head turned as she took stock of what she had and didn’t have. She doesn’t have her rigging. She feels significantly less strong and fast.

Most of the people here are human. The sea was nowhere to be seen. And now she was listening to what was playing on the jukebox.

”Broken and torn emotions on my mind
Living in dark and bitter destiny
Slowly I'm falling deep into the sea”


…She stays silent for a moment longer as the song continues. “Mmh… Laffey supposes she can do something… fight until the last light has faded…”

She thinks for a moment, still listening.


VI – Network Post Video | un; lafite.82

Hello, this is Benson-class destroyer - Laffey, Hull Number DD-459… reporting to say hello… or something….

[She looks like she just woke up in her new apartment. In fact, she probably did. Her clothes were a mess, and didn’t look like she fixed her hair at all.

Its actually getting pretty late.

And by late we mean it's almost evening. Which is late for her.]


Mmh… that’s all… I think… I might head back to sleep… if anyone… [yawns]

…If anyone doesn’t wanna talk… that’s fine….


[WILDCARD]

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appendages: (pic#16563211)

welcome

[personal profile] appendages 2023-08-03 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ it shouldn't be surprising that people are immediately unsettled by this place. he's been told this place had a lot of parallels to those people cherished outside of the bounds of this city. albeit, as far as he is aware, they had just as many graves that could have been equally as elusive and mysterious. but, maybe all graveyards were kind of like that. that said, he doesn't expect someone to choose to hang around this place by choice.

then again, to say its by choice would also be a bold assumption on his part.

as if pushing these thoughts aside, he almost too casually just raises his hand up as if saying hi to a classmate passing by, before a:
] Hey there. The weather isn't too bad today, huh? [ yes, he nailed be completely normal on this fine afternoon in this equally lovely cemetery. ]
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[personal profile] hasten 2023-08-03 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
( xiaohei has been tailing the stranger since before he entered city hall.

he slinks among the desks, keeping to the shadows under and in-between them. he uses the small walls of the cubicles to his advantage, keeping himself hidden and unseen. and whenever he feels like it might get a little too close… he vanishes. he opens up a portal beneath his feet and deposits himself a short distance away, out of sight and out of mind, completely expert in this effort which overlaps perfectly with his talents.

he also has a heishu keeping an eye on the stranger from a different angle, just in case. he’s found he can only summon one of them, which is concerning to him, but… at least that power isn’t completely gone. he had accepted losing that power that fengxi had taken from him, but to lose the heishu… that would be very lonely.

the large rooms are silent but for the sounds of footsteps, the gentle swishing of clothing, the sound of pages being flipped through and books being placed down. whatever he’s looking for, he’s not finding it. xiaohei wouldn’t have even tried. even though he can (bizarrely enough) understand what’s written on his phone, he has never really been taught to read, so it’s not in his instinct to try.

this time, he doesn’t just set the book down. he throws it to the floor, missing his heishu, hiding beneath a nearby chair, by a few feet. the clone blinks its wide eyes (xiaohei can feel the thrill of its surprise) and hops away. xiaohei inches closer, deeply hidden in the shadow beneath a desk, between two eyes fixating on the irritated flick of the stranger’s cat-like tail. his cat-like ears, so similar to xiaohei’s, even when he’s in his human form.

he doesn’t reveal himself yet, but he meows, asking telepathically: )
Are you a cat spirit?
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🍓

[personal profile] appendages 2023-08-03 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ when he stepped into this ice cream parlor, perhaps, thinking of the next thing he can use to lure denji out, the last thing he was expecting was a sudden confession from a complete stranger. akin to how a devil plants their seeds and warp the emotions and desires of the people around them— he feels something almost raw in the other man's words. but, as much as he doesn't doubt the authenticity of them, instead he calmly responds in tune. first he seems to straighten up a bit from their earlier contact, his shoulders moving slightly out of the way with a small: ] Oof.

[ it doesn't actually hurt for the record, but he punctuates the point regardless, before continuing: ] I question why'd you think that out loud. [ straight to the point, but that said: ] What else were you going to say?
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ice cream.

[personal profile] appendages 2023-08-03 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ who can say how the food here effects them all. initially, like anyone else, he had his reservations, but at the same time, just like any other situation they have inevitably landed themselves in— could everyone truly avoid eating? though, in the same breath, he definitely didn't feel nearly as enthused as people like denji were. but, not everyone can actively stockpile and carry themselves like a housewife buying groceries at the time sale.

it's an odd comparison for him to think of at a time like this, and as he places his hand on his chin to peer at the ice cream and its flavors, wondering which one would entice denji to rear his head out, before he's distracted by the voice beside him.
] ...

[ there's a pause before he seems to reply casually: ] There's only one way for you to find out. [ he sees the way the stranger eyes the chocolate, and he continues: ] That chocolate has your name all over it.

[ except, he didn't seem to address the poison question... ]
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[personal profile] hasten 2023-08-03 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
( he considers the stranger’s words. and then, for just a moment, his eyes become a little sad—he’s thinking about what he must have experienced to make him say such a thing, to feel such a way. but it’s true. xiaohei, also, has seen both humans and spirits do terrible things. the thoughtless destruction of his home and the way fengxi betrayed him would always remain with him, but he tries to see the world like wuxian does.

it would be easier to paint with such a broad brush, but it would ultimately be more painful, in the long run. to close off one’s heart like that only invited it to fester.

xiaohei considers that. as much as he hates to admit it… )
I should probably stay like this, then. Transforming into my human form… It’s a lot more tiring now than it used to be.

( one of the many limitations he’s found since arriving here. his metal and spacial abilities, only being able to create one heishu… but at least he still has them. even if they are less.

he tilts his head. )
I’m a cat spirit.

( he hadn’t really intended on just saying it. he probably shouldn’t have, even here? but he supposes there’s no harm done. he takes a few more licks of ice cream, but then he stands, setting his paws apart and arching his back to make himself look as big and threatening as he can. which “isn’t very,” considering he’s still holding the ice cream cone in the curl of his tail. )

And I am also… an Enforcer-in-training…! Or I will be. One day.
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iii.

[personal profile] appendages 2023-08-03 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ at least they didn't have to worry about obtaining some manner of currency in this place. though in the same breath, considering how he readily used his own wealth for his own benefit and missions back at home - it is a touch inconvenient in that sense. after all, it was all the more difficult to motivate a certain someone with his limited resources and material motivators. then again, who can really predict denji. that said, his eyes are scanning the shelves when he crosses aisles and basically...

sees a bunch of liquid spew out, some droplets even landing on his cheek. it's not a lot, but it's enough for him to turn his head towards the perpetrator. he seems to be in deep thought, before he eventually speaks.
]

I have to say, I've never been spit on before. [ a joke...


maybe, before he continues:
] I'm good. I'm a student.
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b.

[personal profile] poofs 2023-08-03 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ trucy is lucky to have clapped her hands over her mouth when the mad witch and/or zombie bride(?) burst through the parlor doors. she otherwise would have screamed. when she sees the madwoman raving at no one and making her way behind the counter, trucy quickly scrambles beneath one of the tables. she grips the table's center column like it's the mast of an unmoored, sinking sailboat, and rosamund is the shadow swimming circles under the water's surface. what is even going on here?

still, trucy can't help but give her rapt attention to rosamund when she grabs the scoop and downs a helping of ice cream. she's almost impressed before the terrifying lady collapses onto the counter.

this is the perfect opportunity to escape. trucy can forgo her attempt to make the perfect milkshake and get out of here before that woman can wake up. maybe she should whack her with something for good measure, just to keep her down for a while? or maybe she should tie her hands behind her back so she can't cause anymore damage? trucy's been working on tying proper knots, after all.

but no. trucy knows the pain of brain frozen. not even an insane zombie witch should have to endure something like that.

she slides out from beneath the table and quickly gets to her feet. ]


Hold on!

[ she scurries up to the counter, stopping only at a safe distance from the heap. ]

Quick! Push your tongue on the roof of your mouth! Do it really hard!
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🥺 im so glad he is recognized

[personal profile] hasten 2023-08-03 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
( yes, there’s no ounce of recognition in xiaohei’s large eyes; he can’t really help himself from tilting his head slightly to the side. to him, it just sounds like an odd name, though he’s aware that’s likely just because he doesn’t have much life experience. it’s something that’s thrown into stark contrast when he spends time with those like wuxian or even ah gen — they have been alive so much longer than he has, it’s hard to wrap his head around.

but when he comes across something new, he keeps his mind open to it. he has always proven to be a remarkably quick study.

xiaohei considers sasuke’s words, his posture, his honesty. if he wanted to hurt him, he likely would have already tried to do so. he does feel like he can trust what he says, and if that’s the case… they’re in the same situation. slowly, some of the tension eases from his small body, though it’s replaced with… worry.

I find myself changed. has he been changed too? and, more importantly, is he going to be able to find anyone he recognizes here? he has always been an independent spirit despite his youth, but… it’s so different knowing that he might not be able to see those he cares about when he wants to.

he shakes his head. )
No. I woke up on the train… and when I managed to get out of it, I climbed the stairs and found myself here.

( he blinks, refocusing on sasuke. )

What do you mean, “changed”?