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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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swordhardy: (pic#11145400)

[personal profile] swordhardy 2023-08-03 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Another guy?? Rokurou’s brow furrows at that, suspicions about the intentions of who or what drew them to this place deepening. Something tying to steal all the swords? Collecting swordsmen? While the idea of bringing a bunch of strong swordsmen to the same place does excite him, how is he supposed to fight them all without his swords? ]

Of course it has a name!

[ Calling out, eh? Honestly, that strikes him as a bit silly, but it’s not like it’ll hurt anything to do it. After rubbing his chin for a moment, Rokurou cups his hands around his mouth to give a good shout. ]

STOOORRRMMMMHHHHOOOOWWWLLLLLLLL!!!!

[ Howl… howl… howl…

The echo dies off and Rokurou takes a satisfied breath, standing straight with his hands on his hips. Silly—yes. But as far as stress relief, he’s feeling much better for the first time since realizing that the sword was missing. ]


Hey, that felt pretty good.

[ Tragically, after the echo dies off, the subway channels return to their eerie quiet. Not a shuffle to be heard. Rokurou pauses, then glances back at “aniki”, ]

What is this place, anyway? It isn’t a prison.
faststance: (pic#16602623)

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[personal profile] faststance 2023-08-03 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)

[ Oh. There are animals.

Kneeling down, he holds his hand out. His eyebrows furrow before he opens his mouth: ]


Miaaw. Miaaw?

[ It certainly does sound like the large, thuggish-looking man is meowing at a small black cat. He pauses, rolling his eyes up, as he realizes his error and tries again: ]

Pss, pss, pss.

[ Curling his fingers a few times, he attempts to entice the creature to come closer to him. His chin lifts before he starts digging around his pockets to try to find some meat or food to help with the process. ]

Pss, pss.... here, kitty...
dissonyance: (8)

[personal profile] dissonyance 2023-08-03 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
I would not know. [ leaks' eyes turn downcast, lowering as to look at the once-pristine floor now littered with chalupa shell crumbs and the remnants of that awful mountain dew drink. ] Mountains are not my expertise.

[ to put it dryly, of course.

whatever this man is, whoever this man is... it doesn't matter. no living being is a friend to him and unless he suddenly reveals himself as the living undead, then he's an enemy. leaks, the magician, is the sworn foe of all creatures of his world. obviously this means nothing to those who don't make sisa their home, which means.

which means... he is a blank slate. just like those books. ]


What do you think.

[ with the back of his other hand, he wipes his cheek off. not completely in the splash zone, but not entirely spared. ]

If it was that disgusting, did you not use your other senses first? You must have other ones.

[ why didn't he just feel the dew, smh ]
absurdgrudge: (looking away)

[personal profile] absurdgrudge 2023-08-03 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Being called kind feels so much like the kid just stabbed him.]

No. Not in public, at least.

[No hesitation.]

If you're not sure in the slightest... it's possible the City is messing with your head. [An unfortunate conclusion, and this time Goro cannot stop the slight frown from forming.] There are similar effects elsewhere, if not as intense. It's a distinct possibility.
absurdgrudge: (non-plussed)

iii (or, speaking of crows...)

[personal profile] absurdgrudge 2023-08-03 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[Goro was just walking around. It's a habit he has very thoroughly formed, restless energy needing a release; better to work it out with casual exercise than to snap at someone.

This is to say, the park is somewhere that he frequents. So, when he hears something that almost sounds like bird call, he immediately heads to the source of the noise, which reveals a... rather rough looking guy. And no birds.]


Excuse me, but... [He ponders the phrasing for a moment, before mentally going fuck it.] Were you cawing?
swordhardy: (pic#11513244)

☺️

[personal profile] swordhardy 2023-08-03 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ No… that name means nothing. There had been a moment when Rokurou had wondered if this person could be part of one of the branch clans but the idea is finally fully dismissed. Just an interesting person.

He watches quietly as Sasuke preserves the distance between them while recounting his findings. There’s no motion to close it again, only the flutter of loose kimono fluttering in the night breeze and a calm yet plying gaze. Another breath—the other man’s scent is stronger now than any of the traces Rokurou caught before. He keeps it in his lungs a little big longer than needed before finally exhaling.

That, with the bristle of ice cloaking the youth, makes him want to draw closer. Reaching for things he shouldn’t has always been a vice. ]


I have. There’s something strange about that statue garden … but I couldn’t tell you what. [ he rubs his neck, needing to put his hands on something, ] I thought that maybe they all died and were buried in the cemetery since it’s so big, but that would mean there’s someone around to bury them all.

[ He gives Sasuke another slow up and down before smiling again, resting his hands on his hips. ]

How about we work together? I promise, I’m pretty good. I don’t know about you, but there’s something important I have to do back where I’m from.

[ Unless that man is also drawn into this city. Yet there hasn’t been a trace of him—Rokurou’s gaze narrows as the thought creeps across his mind. That doesn’t mean anything. He could still be somewhere. ]

Don’t worry, I won’t follow you around all the time.

[ This may not be true but Sasuke doesn’t need to know that. ]
willtheunwise: (pic#16294324)

[personal profile] willtheunwise 2023-08-03 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” Will says instinctively holding his hands up in much the same way as his siblings do whenever they make him jump, which is often, often enough he jokes that El needs a bell like a cat so he can hear her sneaking up.

“I think this place likes us,” Will jokes with a small laugh, “there’s a few of us around so far.” He neglects to mention exactly who or how many there are of them because it’s complicated.

“Did you just arrive?”
kampfgeist: (shock | let's put a pin in that)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-08-03 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it is her. the realization knocks the wind out of heine, and although he could pull up short to avoid running into her, he... doesn't. he just lets them collide. nill has always been an exception to his aversion to women, but in normal life he wouldn't be the one to initiate contact—he does now, though, reaching out to catch her by the shoulders, to make sure that she's real and not just some elaborate vision conjured up by whatever powers that be are working to make their lives here unpleasant. ]

Are you okay? Not hurt? [ he can't clock anything on a glance, but that doesn't mean anything, always. heine's too aware of how well one can hide an injury. ] Did you just get here?

[ she looks—just how he remembers. that's a relief. means that he hasn't started forgetting anyone, not yet.

heine shrugs his jacket off and puts it on nill's shoulders instead, mindful of her wings as he does so. ]
faststance: (pic#16602616)

Gasp.

[personal profile] faststance 2023-08-03 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh...

[ His eyes dart from the young man to the surrounding - very empty area - and back up at the sky. Somehow, he hoped some crow would suddenly appear and save him from answering that question.

A very long second passes and no bird appears to the rescue.

His head drops and he loudly breathes out his nose. Tucking his hands in his pockets, he takes one step toward him. ]


... yeah, that was me.
limbical: (the only cat who)

ii.

[personal profile] limbical 2023-08-03 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's really just a matter of luck that he comes across the scene that he does. Daan hadn't been on a particularly urgent task, just restocking from the pharmacy before heading back to his office-apartment combo. Out of the corner of his eye, though, he had seen a particularly large figure hunched over in one of the stores and ended up curious.

He hadn't expected it to be someone familiar, though.]


Marcoh?

[Pause.]

...Surely there's furniture you could be using.

[you dont gotta eat on the floor man!!]
icanfixer: (35)

[personal profile] icanfixer 2023-08-03 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, that is quite simple! That phone is thine, is it not?

[ and

promise, though it seems like she can understand him, she cannot. not a single thing. that's her friend and roommate's area of expertise. but don quixote can simply put two and two together, and with no other person in sight (they would have come out by now, if so) she can only assume thus. both the questioning after her questioning (poor thing! poor thing!) and the ownership. ]


It is thine, or it is thine owner's. If thee should like, I shall fashion a sling for thee to carry it in. I am Don Quixote, by the way! I would be most honored if thee would remember my countenance, as well as my voice.
nutkick: (pic#16028884)

I

[personal profile] nutkick 2023-08-03 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ call him stubborn, but denji hasn't given up with a slight possibility he might be able to take back what he has lost since arriving here. it was hard to lead a life without his 'heart'— and what he truly believed is his identity and who he is. it's not about the concept of holding a robust power and the sense of superiority it brings; it's more about denji (desperately) clinging to what he deemed is the only reason he's still alive. not trying to be dramatic, he truly isn't, but he is struggling with accepting the terms of this new city.

so, he's out here in the woods— eager to give it another try. hoping that tonight might be different, and once he pulls on the cord attached to his chest, this time his chainsaws will come out and bust through his skull, tearing his flesh apart. oh, how he missed that agonizing pain. he didn't expect to find someone lingering around, and denji would've dismissed it — if it wasn't for the heavy scent of blood in the air.

ah, is he dead? in which he approached the 'body', crouched down before it, and flat-out asked with a nonchalant tone. ]


... Hey. Are you still alive?
whatsamada: (Cancer)

[personal profile] whatsamada 2023-08-03 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
But w-why would they do that? That just seems so...

[Cruel? Disturbing? Why would someone do that to people and see them cry? What was the point? He didn't know as he kept crying.]

Tell me, how normal is it to just feel intense guilt all of a sudden?
faststance: (pic#16602622)

[personal profile] faststance 2023-08-03 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Daan!

[ Scrambling to his feet, he hurries over. His hands hover in the air for a second before settling down on Daan's shoulders. The man looks as whole as he did before -- and touching him like this verifies, at least, that he's physically present. ]

Are you okay?

[ That is much more important than the fact he was found eating a sandwich on the floor. Much more. ]

This place is -- this isn't Prehevil, is it? [ Did they slip into another dimension? But those dimensions have a very specific look to them. ] -- no that -- um -- are you okay?

[ He feels more than a little frazzled but returns to the original important question. ]
swordhardy: (pic#13678291)

[personal profile] swordhardy 2023-08-03 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Familiar density, unfamiliar face. The daemon sits up with both legs swinging over the branch, sitting pretty as he studies the man with friendly smile still in place. ]

A resident of this city.

[ Cocking his head, Rokurou’s assessment of his prey below is two parts clinical and one part hungry. The cloying flavor of malevolence colors his tongue, a smoky nectar that saturates the senses and has his eyes narrowing with pleasure. That lidded gaze takes in pallor and posture and form in order, then slides to follow along with that bead of perspiration until it soaks away.

He won’t sink his teeth into the strong when they’re not at their peak.

But there’s a pulse of something interesting here. Fine hairs bristle as a spark of anticipation kicks at the remainders of a charred heart. ]


H’oh, I distracted you. Sorry. [ he is not sorry; even so, his features soften with a lopsided little grin, laugh lines crinkling at the corner of his eye. ] Forgive me, I only just arrived here.

[ He may know very little of this city and its matters but he does know training techniques. The matter of the residents that have seemingly vanished hadn’t been important to him anyway; the daemon changes his tune, dropping down to the earth with a soft thump. ]

Since I’ve already interrupted, how about a partner?
limbical: (i guess we'll see)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-08-03 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[If there was even a shred of doubt about this being some lapse in sanity and Daan imagining the other man being there, Marcoh's reaction is nothing but reassuring. He pauses at the question of his well-being, not because it's unusual for Marcoh but honestly it's just not one he's overall ever used to.]

I'm unharmed. Actually, this place is considerably more pleasant comparatively to Prehevil. There are even working baths.

[Awkwardly, he pats the top of Marcoh's hand, trying to silently assure him he's fine.]

To be honest, I have no idea where we are. Nobody does. But you're the first person I've seen that I recognize.

...Look. We can talk about this somewhere nicer, can't we? Perfectly good diners, or the office I've decided to occupy. Something like that?
swordhardy: (pic#11105750)

[personal profile] swordhardy 2023-08-03 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
There’s—there’s a first time for everything, right… haha.

[ The perpetrator, though a stubborn and narrow-minded daemon, can acknowledge that spitting up on someone is pretty bad… which is why he clears his throat, setting aside the bottle since the guy’s a “student” to grope around for something like a towel instead.

Only there aren’t any towels in this aisle. The best is a scratchy novelty ovenmitt with a print of quacking ducks on it. He pops it onto his hand and then paps Yoshida’s check with it; don’t mind the terrible itchy texture. ]


Sorry, sorry. Let me get that for you. All better, right?

[ Rub rub rub, rub rub rub. Like scrubbing down the hide of a pony. ]
faststance: (Default)

[personal profile] faststance 2023-08-03 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Marcoh couldn't help but give him an unsure look. However, his eyes couldn't help but sparkle at the comment of working baths. There was a longing that he didn't realize he'd have at the idea of bathing.

But he shakes his head. ]


I see... [ He does feel reassured with those pats, but hearing no one else has been seen was anxious news to hear. His jaw bunches as he worries about Tanaka and Olivia especially. Neither one of them are meant for fighting. ]

Oh, I guess... [ Pausing, he looks around the empty storefront and discarded sandwich on the floor. Turning back, he tightens his hold on Daan's shoulders.

If Prehevil had taught him anything, it was that medical know-how and skill was worth its weight in gold. ]


Yeah, we'll talk somewhere else. Wherever you want to go.
mrfuckwit: (( 146. ))

thanks grandpa

[personal profile] mrfuckwit 2023-08-03 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh..

[ Akira, look at yourself... a mess. He rubs the back of his neck, some nervous laughter escaping him. Yeah, sorry, he's just been publicly naked for awhile now because... he can't keep ruining his clothes when he transforms into his demon to protect the innocent! There's a reason why he's like this, I promise.

He does take the coat and wrap himself up in it. ]


Guess I'm not used to wearing clothes lately, hahaha.

[ Out of context, this sounds sus, just about as sus as the blood stains all over him.]

You know where I can get some clothes then? And.. maybe a bath?
mrfuckwit: (( 153. ))

[personal profile] mrfuckwit 2023-08-03 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Hell yeah it does!

[ He folded so easily. Eagerly, he turns to face (and look up) at the other teenager (or 35 year old man with kids) giving Yoshida a rather toothy grin, sharp incisors poking out from under his upper lip indicating, perhaps, he isn't entirely human. Yoshida should be used to seeing devil people before. ]

Listen, I may be stupid..

[ There's an unintentional pause, and then: ]

But I ain't stupid enough to get poisoned! I'm sure it's fine, right?

[ He's gonna parkour over the ice cream glass and land on the other side like a hooligan, looking for a waffle cone of his choice. ]

How about you, man? You want me to get you some?
mrfuckwit: (( 151. ))

[personal profile] mrfuckwit 2023-08-03 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh yea.. I forgot..

[ How do you forget you're naked? Easily enough. He's naked in public a lot because he'll tear his clothes when he transforms into a demon and he's honestly really tired of replacing the same pair of jeans. Akira does halt and gives her space, though his tail tucks a little bit between his legs. ]

Sorry, uh.. I just got excited.. because the last I remember.. I didn't have this arm! You'd be excited too, right? I know this is awkward, but I can't do anything about it right now until I get some clothes. Do you know where I could get clothes around here or are you lost like me?
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[personal profile] limbical 2023-08-03 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Briefly, Daan wishes he had the ability to reassure Marcoh about the others in some capacity, but he can't and won't make empty promises. His eye trails down to the ground for a moment, then he takes in a breath before he speaks again.]

The office, then. You can make yourself comfortable.

[There's a light squeeze from Daan's hand to Marcoh's.]

...Do you need your sandwich? [Please say no, he'll make you a new sandwich.]
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[personal profile] swordhardy 2023-08-03 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, yeah …

[ Rokurou sheepishly rubs his neck, contrite in the face of Leaks’s scolding. As much as he’d like to defend himself the man has a point; he should have at least given the bottle a proper sniff before going for it. The smell of that much sugar would be putrid to him even with his senses not as sharp as usual. ]

But who knew it would be so bad? Drinks are supposed to be good.

[ A weak defense. He sighs in defeat and then offers a bow—]

Well, it was my mistake. I owe you a debt. [ a debt of … apology? ] Let me make it up to you somehow! Rokurou Rangetsu, at your service.
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[personal profile] faststance 2023-08-03 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He gives another sharp nod. The serious mood settles in and fades -- there will be more time for that when they get to Daan's office.

But he pauses to stare at the sandwich. He remembers how hard it sometimes was to find good. Swallowing, he asks as he lifts his hands away: ]


It's a sixty second rule...
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[personal profile] limbical 2023-08-03 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
I promise you, you can afford to leave it behind. Getting food here isn't nearly as dire as it was in Prehevil.

[He makes kind of an insistent tug at Marcoh's hand to lead him away from the floorsandwich. None of that!]