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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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icequeenly: (❄️ P3 19)

arrival

[personal profile] icequeenly 2023-08-03 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Mitsuru isn't exactly unused to odd situations like this. Waking up on a mysterious train with no idea how or why she's there... definitely up there with the strangest things that have happened to her but she's not one for panicking. She just needs to remain calm, assess her situation as best as she is able to, get the measure of this device which appears to be just a normal cell phone and investigate whether or whether any of the others had found themselves here.

She hasn't managed to find any of the others members of SEES yet but she does quickly locate a way out of the train station. And she is calm; cool, calm and composed, as always. That is until she finds herself being approached by a naked boy of about her age... well, half-naked, technically? His bottom is covered by... what on earth?? ]


I am... pleased that you find yourself with all of of your appendages. [ Was there some question that he wouldn't?? Is that a tail? Why is it wagging? ]

However, remove yourself from my personal space and find yourself some clothing before I am forced to take drastic measures.
seeingeyeshark: (Amused)

B

[personal profile] seeingeyeshark 2023-08-03 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
[This is a hell of a strange place to feel as though you belong in, when you've never even seen a train before, isn't it? He's never belonged anywhere, especially not his own home; perhaps thanks to that, he's more comfortable than most might be, finding his way through the halls of a strange building in a strange land.

Or perhaps it's just because he hadn't expected to end up anywhere, once his sharks got through with him? Simply waking up is a triumph in and of itself, and finding a map of the station is a nice little bonus. According to this, there seem to be plenty of businesses around--so theoretically, there should be plenty of people to ask questions, plenty of places to find work if need be while he gets his bearings and gets his feet under him. Theoretically.

Too bad every shop he visits is unsettlingly empty. He's just consulting his map again when he hears the sound of a guilty conscience; Kisame raises an eyebrow at Daniel as he lowers his pamphlet, torn between amusement and incredulity. Just how old is this man, that he feels the need to make sure a random stranger approves of him? Can you really even steal something if there's nobody there to steal from, no way to pay for merchandise?]


As long as you're not reaching into my pocket, you can steal whatever you want.
shittylittle: (dipping it in pasta sauce)

iii

[personal profile] shittylittle 2023-08-03 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
[There mightn't be any businesses, any exchanges of money to speak of in this hellhole, but Aster's still intent on getting a grip on the local offerings, just in case there's a way he can monetise it somehow. And, any other time, any other place, he might even be willing to put on his cutesiest face and his most saccharine voice and go pander to whoever might declare himself a CEO of a profitable and successful company!

Right now, with a bowl of boysenberry ice cream and the itching desire to be productive in a cash money way running through his veins, Aster's just grumpy.
]

If you didn't account for that, then you're an idiot who shouldn't be trusted, and I hope the shareholders throw you out~ [Drawled, even as he jams a spoonful of ice cream into his shitty little mouth.] I'm not worried about home at all, because I've planned for my absence, huhu~
beautifulboy: (12)

[personal profile] beautifulboy 2023-08-03 09:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Daniel exhales, fingers twitching for the need to distract himself with something - a cigarette, the recorder, god why did he stop carrying his recording stuff around with him, fiddling with the machine was such a good way to expend energy - when he finally seems to rememeber the dropped leaflet and animatedly stoops to pick it up and straighten it with the others in his hand. ]

I-- What? Yeah.. shit, yeah, sorry. I'm- just-

[ I'm just a normal human and no matter how much weird shit I see I'm still kind of amazed when I do see it? He pushes out another breath to steady himself, then studies her. She doesn't seem outwardly antagonistic, if a little restrained. She looks like she'd rather not be talking to him, but she answered and didn't just walk away from him, right? She's also pretty. Very pretty. Maybe that's why he's nervous. ]

Do you.. know what's going on around here? Where I am?

[ Very good way to ask if you've been abducted by a race of green martians, Daniel. Excellent reporting skills. ]
beautifulboy: (16)

me too!! sorry its not the ghost of your past you were looking for louis

[personal profile] beautifulboy 2023-08-03 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Daniel has his eyes screwed shut against the pain of kicking something so solid, his forehead slumped against the useless screen as he wonders what in the hell he's supposed to do now. He's a tourist, right, so why wouldn't the place designed to help tourists give him even the slightest indication of next steps? Is he supposed to just keep filling his pockets with pre-made sandwiches and cigarettes and wait patiently?? Daniel has literally never been patient in his life so he's got a little problem with that and-- Oh.

He opens his eyes at the sound of the voice, turning his head and then jerking in surprise as he realises the one who spoke is literally right fucking there next to him. For a second Daniel's instinct tells him it's Armand - who else can move so silently, appear so suddenly, stand so close - but soon his brain catches up with what his eyes are seeing. ]


Holy shit. [ He says it about the same time as Louis greets him with his name, which confirms that yes, it is indeed the immortal being who started all this, who he hasn't seen for about ten? years at this point. Who, the last time Daniel did see him, bit him and left him passed out in a hotel room cradling his tapes. Good times. ]

Louis....

[ It's not really a question, but it's more question than it is a statement. Daniel never managed to say Louis' name with the same french twang that Armand gave it, but when he says it now there is an extension to the vowels that comes with years of listening to it said that way. He's changed, hasn't he, since Louis last saw him? For someone who's spent four solid months at this point with no familiar contact to anyone, there's a strange feeling of being known creeping into Daniel's mind. It's easy to be the weird homeless-looking man leafing through a paperback at a bring-one-take-one nook in a church when no-one recognises you, but it's difficult to be so loose about the screws when looking into the eyes of someone who knows you.

Well, in whatever capacity Louis 'knows' him. ]


You don't know where we are either, then? [ If he's here, if he's agreeing with the very calm and not at all dramatic sentiments Daniel paid to the kiosk, then he must be looking for answers too. Daniel feels a flicker of joy that Louis hasn't resorted to floating through his days here like he had been when they'd had their interview, then feels awkward for feeling so; chiding Louis for his manner in the wake of all he'd experienced got him in trouble last time, after all, hadn't it? ] Have you just got here too?
absurdgrudge: (melancholic)

3 (the worse justice boy is coming to bother the little dude)

[personal profile] absurdgrudge 2023-08-03 10:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Goro Akechi is not what one would call a saint. He's not even what one would call a decent guy. Most people with whom he's interacted with as his genuine self would, charitably, term him a gigantic asshole.

Still, though, as he passes by the ice cream parlor doing his typical rounds of searching for an escape, information, or just a way to stave off the tedium of this banal utopia, even he is not so heartless as to leave a fucking middle schooler who's bawling his eyes out all alone. The sight actually messes with a very specific set of issues for him!

Sucking up his pride, he strides up to Ken with loudly telegraphed steps, and then in the softest tone he can manage (Which is impressively soft! He's a good actor.)...]


Hey. [Shit, this is awkward.] Do you want to talk about it?
beautifulboy: (15)

[personal profile] beautifulboy 2023-08-03 11:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Daniel double takes at the person he's just sparked up conversation with and. Well, that's certainly a face. Not for the first time since coming here, Daniel is reminded of one of those alien movies where the main character gets transported aboard an alien ship with no memory of how he got there, and wonders if that's what's happening to him right now. Daniel used to be a level-headed and practical guy, but the last ten years and his brush with creatures of immortality have taught him that at this point pretty much anything is possible. ]

I.. told you I didn't steal it... I was gonna pay for it, it just fell out here. I don't even see a way I can pay for it, or I would...

[ Oh yeah, with all that change in your pocket, Mr Moneybags? Resentment burns through him and he shakes his head to dislodge his thoughts, then blurts out what's on his mind. ]

Look, I don't wanna be rude or anything, but are you some kind of alien? [ Daniel gestures at his own face with his hand, which kind of makes the whole 'don't want to be rude' thing moot. ]
heeroics: (𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱'𝘀)

[personal profile] heeroics 2023-08-03 11:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Heero's jaw tenses and a noise catches in the back of his throat - nerve successfully struck, though it isn't entirely the stranger's words that do it. he hasn't been as strong since he arrived here, and that's a fact Heero is still contending with, even months later. this place has stolen from him one of the very few things he has relied on over the years to survive.

and yet

nothing about Cloud's immediately appearance suggests to Heero that he couldn't at least land a punch. Heero's nose has wrinkled slightly, a subtle prelude to a scowl, while he stares pointedly at the remnants of Cloud's treat. ]


You're sticky.

[ stupid or not, this isn't a warzone. Heero can choose not to grapple with a rando if doesn't want to also become sticky. his needled pride won't shatter into pieces (probably).

but he is very certain he could land a punch ]
seeingeyeshark: (Smile)

[personal profile] seeingeyeshark 2023-08-03 12:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Heheheh..... Kidding, of course. You don't really look the type.

[Rather, Daniel looks more like the type to fold like a dishcloth as soon as someone pins him down long enough to land a few solid punches, not strong or sly enough to make a good living off robbery. Looks can be deceiving, of course, but..... well. Even the man's chakra feels civilian. The guy's poker face really is next level, if he's actually hiding anything big.

Kisame's grin is perhaps uncomfortably sharp, the way it bares so many fangs, but at least he doesn't seem offended by the question--people have said and done far worse, after all. What the hell is an alien, exactly? Some clan where he's from? Must be a small one; he's never heard of them.]


It's a bloodline like any other, just a little more visible than most.
fantheflame: (Dilemma)

C. not sorry

[personal profile] fantheflame 2023-08-03 12:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"You and everyone else."

It seems, for a moment, like the voice - flat in affect, bland, yet somehow still just a hint of snide - is coming from the previously-cheerful kiosk, as though it's gotten sick of Daniel's shit in response to that kick.

But - no. Where then? Disembodied?

Also no.

From behind the reception desk, popping up like a target in whack-a-mole, comes a head of spiky black hair and a particularly bored-looking dour teenager, depositing armfuls of manila folders onto the desk surface and starting to leaf through them. Blank, blank, more blank. The boy's eyes are shadowed by the fall of his scruffy bangs at this angle, but they very much don't look like they're in the gamut of normal eye colors. And - the irises are spinning. Slowly. Around the centerpoint of his pupil. Without the eyes themselves moving at all.

"Good luck with that."
vecna: (pic#16610381)

b

[personal profile] vecna 2023-08-03 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Another part of the city opening up, another chance at exploration. That is Henry’s logic, the same kind that’s driven him for a few months now, and the only real reason why he would find himself amid the bright, retro-esque colors of the ice cream parlor that reminds him a bit too keenly of his own childhood era.

Well, it isn’t the only reason. There’s a woman who had practically flung the parlor door open and began acting in what he could only call the most patronizing bout of hysterics — clearly frustrated with her new(? he suspects she’s new) circumstances and the lack of answers this barren city is eager to provide anyone. He hears exclamations of gorging oneself on ice cream until she dies, followed by the apparent consequences: a terrible brain freeze.

He’s made his way to the entrance, half-poking his head into the doorway when he hears the scoop clatter to the ground and spies a woman hunched over, clutching her head. He shouldn’t find it terribly funny… But he does. The wretched difficulties of others have always appealed to his misanthropic heart.]


You’re only punishing yourself, you know.

[Henry says, finally stepping in. He clasps his hands behind his back and speaks softly, politely-]

And you’re dirtying the ice cream scooper for anyone who could be interested in trying a flavor.

[He gestures with a hand and, with the power of his telekinesis, said ice cream scooper floats up and trails its way towards the nearest sink to rest inside of it, clattering slightly.]
vecna: (pic#15871569)

park!!

[personal profile] vecna 2023-08-03 12:48 pm (UTC)(link)
It's in the depths of the park where she'll eventually run into Henry, who's doing a bit of poking about the city in the wake of a wave of new faces. It's where the foliage has grown thicker, the trees a little shadier, and the statue garden has begun in earnest — standing like sentinels along the main path, cluttered with an overgrowth of vines that obscure their features.

Henry steps out from beside one onto the path as she walks by, nearly running into Chrissy. He doesn’t mean to startle her if he does, but he doesn’t seem to care terribly, either. He’s probably legally obligated to jumpscare her, let’s be real. Instead, his eyebrows hitch all the way up.

“Careful now.”
whatsamada: (Wherever I May Roam)

[personal profile] whatsamada 2023-08-03 12:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Being in a strange and creepy place wasn't anything new. He had seen his fair share of people in coffins and having mysterious creatures attack him at the dead of night. He wasn't sure if that's why he kept walking further into the park as its nature somewhat reminded him of the TV world and Tartarus.

As he walked closer to the tombstone, he wondered if he was creaking any sacred rules of this world. He knew better than to mess around with graves and yet, he couldn't deny looking at its name. While he could vague read some of its characters, he wondered if he was imagining everything.

This city was getting weirder by the minute.]


No, not really. I thought I just saw something but I think it was my imagination playing tricks on me.

[He said as he heard someone nearby. Of course, he wasn't the only one here. There were plenty of others who were trapped just like him. He just didn't expect to see someone else in the cemetery.]
whatsamada: (Happy Now)

[personal profile] whatsamada 2023-08-03 12:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[This was so embarrassing. He didn't expect to meet Shinjiro crying and not in a place like this. He figured that at some point in the afterlife, he could see him and tell him that he forgave him. He played this situation out for so long and he was fully prepared for it. Or at least, not until a couple of decades or so. Wiping away the tears, he found himself mumbling to himself as he didn't know what to do.

He given another chance to go and talk to him. But what was there to say? He didn't know! So all he could do was just stand there in hopes that Shinjiro would say something. Anything to make it somewhat easier for the both of them. However, he should have known better as the tears slowly started to get worse as he couldn't stop himself.

But when he finally did say something, Ken's eyes widen. As he momentarily stopped what he was doing, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Did Shinjiro just...?]


What are you saying? Of course I want to see you, do you know how much we all miss you?

[Not that he could blame him, not after how he felt he needed to sacrifice his own life for Ken's sake. Not after what happened between the both of him. Glaring at his teammate, he didn't know what he was feeling.

Angry at how Shinjiro was still blaming himself? Frustrated that he wasn't given enough time to properly tell him everything? Overjoyed that he could see him again?

He didn't know but the tears wouldn't stop. Desperately, he tried to wipe them away and make himself feel as confident as he could.]


...Are you....still blaming yourself for what you did?

[Or at least, he was trying to as he found himself stumbling over his words.]
whatsamada: (Chop Suey)

It's all good!

[personal profile] whatsamada 2023-08-03 12:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[This is what Ken gets for eating something from this world. Of course they would try to do something to trick him. And yet, he was given no other options! As he kept on crying, he didn't stop why he was feeling this way. Why was he suddenly overcome with guilt?

He was sure that he didn't do anything recently that made him feel this way. But he couldn't think about it for long as he kept on crying for no real reason.]


I-I think so...? I don't know, why am I crying...?

[And just like that, he felt his eyes staring to swell up as he started crying even more.]
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[personal profile] absurdgrudge 2023-08-03 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Goro can feel his lips twitch downwards, but he doesn't let the frown form on his face as he takes a seat next to Ken. It really is so easy to project his own experiences onto this stranger, and Goro is already the sentimental sort.]

It's a terrible situation. Frankly, more people probably want to be bawling their eyes out, but nobody wants to be that honest with themselves.

[Tentatively, he's going to reach a hand for Ken's shoulder, slowly and carefully. As if he's reaching out to an open flame, or a priceless vase. Maybe one of those aquarium exhibits where you can pet the fish.]

That's just a guess, of course. Whatever your reason turns out to be, you don't have to wait this out alone.
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[personal profile] swordhardy 2023-08-03 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Those mismatched eyes don’t meet Matoba’s gaze when he notes their difference; Rokurou’s attention has slid down to man’s hidden hands again. Contemplation of odds. Ultimately, while he can be rash, he isn’t stupid enough to mess around when he hasn’t confirmed that everyone’s on the same playing field of being messed with.

He strolls. A kick of hakama flutters as he circles around the other man and toward the tombstone. If he’s a bird it’s one of prey, judging the strike distance while preserving it.

Strong? Maybe. Strange glee thunders in his heart at he studies the stranger, vaguely manic in the thrill of having found someone interesting. Some of his senses may have been dulled by someone’s tampering but they haven’t touched his instincts. Bloodhound sharp, he can smell a challenge. ]


Wow, so rude. If there is someone down here, [ his sandal crosses over the plot, ] I bet they’re pretty offended.

[ He steps behind the headstone to pat it as if consoling a good friend, ]

You should apologize. Properly. Say his name and address how you were wrong.
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[personal profile] whatsamada 2023-08-03 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[This is so embarrassing. While Ken knew he was just a kid and that there was no shame in letting his feelings out, it was another to show it in front of a stranger. And yet, the more he wiped away his tears, the more they keep coming down.]

...That's really kind of you, I just...

[He said as he kept on sniffling.]

I don't know why, is it normal to be crying like this over here?
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[personal profile] burstmodes 2023-08-03 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there's a moment where prompto tries talking before remembering his hand is over his mouth, conveniently muffling whatever he says. slowly, he drops his arm and tries for a smile that looks more like a grimace. ]

Uh... [ give him a second. brain restarting. ] Would you believe me if I said nothing?
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[personal profile] burstmodes 2023-08-03 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
yeah! prompto
i guess it's kinda different but that's what they call me

oooh so you've never used a phone before??
really??
well uh
i mean... maybe not everyone? depends on how well we get along and stuff
but i think everyone deserves a chance
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[personal profile] burstmodes 2023-08-03 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ was he going to say something else? part of him says yes, but the slightly more hesitant side wants to squash whatever else is bubbling up in his throat. hand still on his mouth, he shakes his head, and then, almost carefully, he drops it to his side. the milkshake he still holds feels more tempting than having more of a conversation. he just can't bring himself to take another sip considering how easily he'd blurted out such a secret after having done so. ]

I didn't mean to? [ the slight shrug of his shoulders does nothing to stop his mouth apparently. there is the slightest little pause before he squeaks out: ] Do you believe in clones?

[ like he's asking if he believes in ghosts. ]
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[personal profile] swordhardy 2023-08-03 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ah, there it is. The satisfaction of someone else suffering with you. Also soothed by validation, Rokurou sighs, feeling his heart begin to slow from the sudden adrenaline rush. Kidnapping his friends (or himself?), dimming his senses, and stealing his sword are acts worthy of death, but if someone ruined his exquisite palate for alcohol? That would be too far. ]

Must be from a cursed mountain.

[ He hadn’t been too keen on another random drink at first, but if he has someone to suffer with him? After a moment of contemplation, the daemon reaches out to grab a slender can with the bold print of “white claw” sprawled across the front. ]

This caught my attention before. Have you heard of alcohol from beasts? That’s new for me…

[ He cracks it open and eyes the other man before smiling, attitude quite good for a fellow that just suffered a huge blow. ]

I dare you to drink the whole thing~ ♪
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[personal profile] elswhisperer 2023-08-03 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm fine.

[ The stranger does his best to clean up the graves of a city not his own, and asks after Setsuna with earnest concern.

It reminds him of Marina.

The world needs people like them. ]


But are you?

[ It only seems fair to turn the question back on him. How long was he at this? ]
heeroics: (ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪꜱɪᴏɴ ᴡᴇ'ᴠᴇ ʟᴏꜱᴛ)

[personal profile] heeroics 2023-08-03 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Heero will give him all the time he needs, but it will be with the same silent stare, unrelenting. it seems Prompto's made the mistake blurting out something of personal relevance and interest to Heero, unfortunately. ]

No.

[ why would he believe that

that doesn't make any sense, so it must have been a joke. Duo tells that type of joke often. ]


Why?

[ ...would he not feel like his own person, is what Heero wants to know, but he is catastrophically bad at interrogation of any kind. ]
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Marcoh | Fear & Hunger: Termina

[personal profile] faststance 2023-08-03 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
i. arrival

[ Am I dreaming right now?

Jerking suddenly, he feels vibrations in his pocket and pulls out what looks like a rectangular device with a glass screen. He frowns at the sight of it and carefully reads the words. ]


Begin orientation?

[ The back of his neck feels cold. He pauses to look around - wondering if he chooses 'no' that some monstrosity will crawl out to saw his legs off. Sweat builds up on his fingertips but as he waits, nothing happens.

Clenching his free hand into a tight fist -- knuckles white, he nods to himself: ]
All right. [ It is another second of hesitation before he presses 'yes.' Sitting up straighter, he waits but actually it appears the screen changes. Um, what?

He feels a little foolish and isn't sure if his answers were all that good. But he finishes and finally leaves the train. Rather than argue this time around, he decides to play along and sees what happens. So far, the answer is -- nothing. The device is shoved into his pocket as he heads out into the station.

As soon as he sees someone, he holds his hands up. HIs clothes are dirty with old, dried blood staining the material. It is especially bad around the sleeves and ends of his jacket. Yet his hands are clean. ]


Hello? I don't mean any harm.

[ Marcoh knows what he looks like. He knows how intimidating that he can be and with how he looks after just two days in Prehevil, he can imagine how he looks. So, he tries this approach. ]

I'm just as lost as you are.

ii. arrival - part deux

Hello? Hello...?

[ Marcoh nervously swallows as he calls into the store. When silence greets him, he breathes out and heads inside. Whatever is available, he starts shoving it into his pockets. Of course, he can't hold everything -- he tries to focus on items that would be good for makeshift bandages and other medical items.

A wrapped sandwich falls out of his pocket onto the floor. He pauses a few seconds before picking it up. Plopping down on the floor, he unwraps the food and takes a bite. His eyes fix themselves on the ground.

He only vaguely lifts his head up as soon as a shadow comes into his line of vision. The grip on the sandwich tightens before he looks up: ]


...

[ Marcoh isn't sure what to say. Someone found him eating on the floor with his pockets filled with random items; he feels a little embarrassed and so his face ends up looking flushed. ]

iii. day in the park

Not even one bird...

[ It gives him an eerie feeling to be standing in a park without any sound of anything. He frowns -- not even a frog or mouse. Isn't that kind of wrong? At least Prehevil had animals. And in seeing them, it put him temporarily at ease. ]

Not even a squirrel.

[ Disquiet settles on him but he breathes in and sets out further into the park. He isn't sure why -- maybe he wants to make sure there is nothing.

Clearing his throat, he cups his hands around his mouth: ]


Caaw, caaw. Caaw, caaw?

[ Sure, crows aren't all that nice and seem to only be willing to work with someone so long as mice say so, but he still thinks of calling out to see if he can't find any. However, he's met with silence. ]

... well, that was a bust.

iv. wildcard

[ Throw whatever you like at me. Or if you're not sure, you can send me a PM to ask. ]