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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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Chrissy Cunningham | Stranger Things

[personal profile] bubblegumheart 2023-08-02 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
Welcome to the Neighborhood

The train and the platform were certainly odd enough, but now that she's emerged into the station itself, Chrissy finds herself even more confused. She'd been hoping for answers and, as of yet, that doesn't seem to be likely.

The north entrance leads her out into the sunlight, which makes Chrissy happy. That happiness is pretty short-lived, however, when she realizes that the only thing of note in this area is a couple of boring looking buildings. Naturally, she decides to poke her head inside in an attempt to see what she can see.

Explanations continue to elude her following her short detour through the city hall and tourist info buildings. The longer she spends here, the more questions she's able to add to the list.

To the southwest, she finds a city park, and Chrissy decides that this might be her favorite place thus far. At first glance, it feels like the sort of peaceful outdoor space she might read about in one of her favorite books. The lack of signs of any animal life is a bit odd, but she's willing to overlook that for the time being.

Eventually, she does make her way to the graveyard, another beautiful location that makes Chrissy wish she had a camera with her. It might not be her first choice of places to spend her time, though even she can't deny that there's a certain peaceful atmosphere that she has to appreciate.

I scream, You Scream

The ice cream parlor feels like a breath of fresh air, a safe haven in a wholly unfamiliar city. And though she's never been here before in her life, it certainly feels like home.

The music playing is upbeat and oddly relevant to her current circumstances- Chrissy is just going to file that away to overthink at a later date. For now, though, she has a more important decision to make.

"Mint chocolate chip or strawberry? Oh, they also have rainbow sherbert..." Her query isn't directed at anyone in particular, though she might not say no if someone feels like weighing in.

Choose Your Own

The obligatory wildcard option. Chrissy can probably be found anywhere in the city that newbies are allowed to go, as she's the nosy sort. You can also find me at [plurk.com profile] cornyflake if you'd like to set up something specific.
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kenzo tenma | monster

[personal profile] funburger 2023-08-02 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
arrival/around
[Or: sulking. Sulking is what Dr. Kenzo Tenma is doing, after he emerges from the subway to squint into the light of day. He's not immediately in the mood to do anything after that, walking only a few yards away from the subway entrance before he simply leans back against the wall and sinks to the ground. Yes, this is where he should be right now: sitting on the ground, not having to think or move or act or do... anything.

Of course, he can't keep that up for very long. If he's not caught sitting on the ground then he'll be found upright and leaning against that same wall in about an hour, two paper cups of something steaming held in both his hands. He doesn't remember how to stop, anymore, and if leaning into whatever's happening here will put thoughts of Ruhenheim and his friends and his patient out of his mind for a little while, maybe that will be... something.

Enough. He can't rest; it doesn't bother him anymore. Despite the fact that he looks like he's been through hell and back, worn around the edges and a little frayed, he has a smile and a nod for whoever else might come out of the subway, or pass by it. He raises one of the cups,]


How are you doing? [soft-voiced, but without any timidness to it; a consummate professional at bedside manner. uh, here on the sidewalk.] Here, I've filled two cups. Something warm to drink will help you feel more like yourself again. Would you like coffee or tea?

[So, neither of these cups are for him, necessarily, but he'll drink the de facto reject.]
graveyard/statue garden
[Temna goes to the graveyard. Tenma leaves the graveyard immediately, only to return some twenty minutes later with some gardening tools shoved in a canvas bag. He'll be keeping the bag, later, but the tools are for—cleaning.

It just seems like the thing to do? To make some of these faded and worn headstones look more like someone has been here and caring for them, all this time? He's no professional at how to clear away vines and moss in the most efficient way, though, so it's a slow-going and sweaty process. He won't turn anyone away who might want to help, and anyone who tells him not to bother will be met with a simple: "Someone ought to." So, that's Tenma's afternoon...

Later, he'll be just lying on his back in the grass, some yards away from the nearest headstone, exhausted. He tried... woe....]


It isn't right, [he says, to a passing pair of shoes, arm held up in front of his face to block the sun. hi.] Why wasn't anyone taking care of this place?
it's not unusual
[Now, Tenma doesn't plan on hanging out in this ice cream parlor long. He feels out of place; he's still mostly frayed and frazzled, he's tired, he's grass-stained from his episode in the graveyard - but some cold ice cream would hit the spot, so he's here to browse the flavors and get some to-go cones for himself. And perhaps a friend...??

He's sporting a fashionable oversized canvas shoulder bag, which is overtly filled with what looks like sandwich fixings and bread, a few drinks, and a blanket. He's been shopping! And stuck in his emotions, now that he's had a day apart from them, but never mind those.

To anyone else who is browsing the flavors with him, he offers an almost sheepish,]
I've never been much of an ice cream guy... What do you recommend?

[seriously who would put bubblegum flavored ice cream in their mouth, what is that.]

I'm thinking of going for a picnic. Would you like to come? It's better to eat with other people, after all. [ahem,] That is, if I'm not coming across as too sentimental.

[Haha, he's totally not. Come have a picnic with a stranger.]
pharmacy
[Sooner or later he's got to have medical supplies on hand, so here he is in the pharmacy, gathering up yet another big bag of those. He's meticulous about it, making his own advanced first aid kit, until the prescription counter of the pharmacy catches his attention.

That's where he can be found, medkit-in-progress sitting on the counter as he thumbs through blank prescription after blank prescription.]


Ah—excuse me, have you seen any of these properly filled out? What happened here?

[Life-threatening organizational skills happening over here!! He's bothered!!]
misc/wildcard
[it is what it is babey!! tenma's canon point is post-ruhenheim, pre-final timeskip, if you know you know. reach me at [plurk.com profile] jojoveller or by pm for inquiries.]
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I scream, you scream~

[personal profile] ihavecharacter 2023-08-02 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
Doc hasn't seen the ice cream parlor before, but it's certainly something. They don't have anything like this in Purgatory and he's only really had the ice cream that Waverly and Wynonna get. Though, Waverly's is vegan as opposed to Wynonna's.

"Never had rainbow sherbet, but I am used to the choices of the women I live with. But I am sure whatever you choose will be delightful." Doc wants to tip his hat, but as he continues to not have any hat, it is impossible. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, miss. The name's John Henry, but you can call me Doc."
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xiaohei | the legend of luo xiaohei

[personal profile] hasten 2023-08-02 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
CAT 1. MEOW
( to the furthest reaches of the city’s explorable extents, there is no sign of life but for those that have arrived by way of train. there are no birds roosting in the trees or the eaves, no rats scurrying through the sewers—there aren’t even ants to march along the pavement or flies to buzz around garbage bins.

so… why is there a small black cat here in the train station?

it slinks up the steps from the platform below, enormous eyes narrowed in feline suspicion. its every move is fluid and cautious, largely keeping to the camouflaging shadows whenever it can… though there comes a time when it must cross more visibly across the main floor of the concourse before it can make its way toward the city street exit. it’s then that it’s easiest to catch sight of the cat, and it’s then that he realizes he’s been spotted.

crap!

he stops. his oddly long tail languidly curls around his body, and as it does so… is it holding something in it? but then the tail whips to the side, and the item (a cell phone) goes skittering across the tiles and into a nearby abandoned storefront with the faint clattering of plastic.

xiaohei decides to try to distract from that by looking up to his new company with wide, staring eyes. )
Miaaw! ( he puts all he can into the ‘innocent and cute’ act, hoping it will distract from him getting rid of the phone.

because he doesn’t want anyone to know he’s a spirit. certainly not when he doesn’t know what’s going on! )
CAT 2. TREAT
( sunlight streams through the windows of the ice cream shop; it’s a warm day, and the pastel interior of the parlor is matched by a sweet-sounding song which plays on the jukebox. xiaohei sits on the top of the glass case housing the tubs of ice cream, inspecting them with eager interest. he has been investigating the city tirelessly, but… it’s tiring and hot work, and just because he's a spirit doesn't mean he doesn't get hungry! the nature of this city allowing him to just take whatever he wants when he needs it is convenient, but… he has to admit. it’s not nearly as fun when there isn’t someone to steal from. the danger and the thrill of the chase is a vital part of that!

oh, well. his long tail snakes out and grabs an ice cream cone. he ducks into the case and picks out a flavor at random, holding the cone in his paws as he fills it with scoops of ice cream. it would probably melt pretty quickly outside, so he hops onto the counter of the bar and begins to happily indulge in the sweet treat, the cone held in the coil of his tail.

the bell over the door jingles as someone walks in. the black cat’s head whips around to stare at the newcomer, eyes wide and unblinking.

then, without breaking that eye contact, he takes another lick from the ice cream. he then meows, but, bizarrely, you can understand it in your head: )


Do you want one?

( ooc note: I will randomize an ice cream flavor, unless there is a preference! please note that for rainbow sherbert, he will only be expressing cat-like affections [rubbing against legs, etc.], and for caramel ribbon, he might attack! if you wish to opt out of any, please feel free to let me know! )
CAT 3. WILDCARD
( feel free to find him investigating anywhere else in the city! )
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Dimos | Nier Re[in]carnation

[personal profile] prayererror 2023-08-02 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
amber alert
[Well.

He's not entirely unfamiliar with the idea of just...Being deposited somewhere he doesn't recognise. That's what his existence had been bef--

Hm. What had his existence been before he'd woken up in a dusty cellar? He knows there was more, and yet...Anyway. No point in dwelling on something that he cannot recall, and therefore likely did not experience. The point is that this is familiar, somewhat, so there's a list of priorities he needs to cover. One, weaponry. His has been taken away from him, and although he's best with a gun, he doesn't need one to be fatal. That's fine. He can find a gun later.

It's when he realises that he's entirely alone, at least in terms of not having his usual companion, that the colour of his eyes changes into a panicky shade of warm amber, almost as if he's a traffic light. But description alone will not suffice, will it?

He manages to find an empty notepad, a diamante-encrusted pen, and draws this. And you bet that the next person he sees is going to get this image shoved into their face very sternly.
]

Have you seen him?

[Now you have.]




we all scream
[Dimos cannot eat. He is a clockwork man, without a stomach or any need for food.

However. He can unwind the bandages covering his scarred face, open his mouth (with sculpted lips and for what?), and jam a spoonful of ice cream into his oral cavity. There's a tongue to taste (and to test for poisons, drugs, anything that might down a human). There's teeth with which to chew into a mush. He's just...Taste-testing. Even worse is the fact that, once he's finished evaluating the current mouthful, he just propels it back out into the dish and stares blankly at it.

So you know, if you wanted to see a dusty, grubby-looking shirtless cowboy spitting ice cream into a bowl, that's a thing that's happening right now. Or-- oh fuck ok no his attention's turned on you, oh shit. Blank green lamplight eyes stare, before he inclines his head at the bowl, then at you.
]

What is this flavour. I cannot identify the fruit.

[(It's strawberry. But why the fuck's it pink for?)]


or if you want to wildcard me, go ahead!

also hi it's zach, the former Gregor Limbus Company player, and i just want to apologise to anyone i left in the lurch cr-wise. some ooc stuff (limbus company company being a piece of shit) happened and i couldn't enjoy rping him anymore, but i also couldn't drop the game :')
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cloud strife, ff7r

[personal profile] infirm 2023-08-02 10:45 am (UTC)(link)
      arrival.

[ he had closed his eyes to the brilliant white light he'd stepped into, only to open them and... ]

[ blink owlishly at the bench across from him, uncomprehending. the phone in his gloved hand vibrates; he answers the questions on rote confusion. the door yawns open and he waits for someone to step in, and then waits a little longer. when nothing happens, nothing moves, no one breathes... he steps out of the train car, glancing this way and then that. one might not think of it from a big city even as empty as this one, but compared to Midgar, it smells like a garden. the air isn't a thick gloom, the stringent chemical odor of mako cloying. a breeze waves through the vacant, hollow cement halls of the train station and carries Cloud out to the deck. ]

[ a look left. a look right. his hands perch on his hips as he observes and ruminates, and then one goes over his shoulder — to grasp at nothing. he even looks at his empty hand perplexed, as though it betrays him. ]


Hey. You seen a sword around? About this wide— [ his two hands held apart in measurement, this is... as broad as his waist. ] —this big? [ and here, his hand marks the height: just shy of his eyebrows from the ground. who needs a sword this big. who. ]

      bubblegum.

[ well, first things first: look for everyone else. his scouting brings him to the ice cream shop, drawn by the proclivity of his party (or a sharp nose, or penchant for mischief). he doesn't himself order anything, but the shop seems to be keen to serve him anyway: two big scoops in a cone, one a peppy pink and the second a chunk-chocked chocolate. a rankled brow and insistent frown accompany his visible train of thought... before he reluctantly snatches it off of the stand and heads out the door, as though some invisible person had been standing there, smiling, expectant. ]

[ it's a dairy and sugar rush as he laps at saccharine pink with his tongue, pulling of tablets of chewy pink gum and smacking them between his teeth as his boots thump heavy on the sidewalk. ]


It's not below par, [ he announces to no one in particular, ] But I've had better in Midgar.

[ ...what just came out of his mouth? ]

      rocky road.

I like your shirt.

[ this man, nursing a half-eaten waffle cone with mostly chocolate left but some residual pink, has just walked up to a complete stranger and complimented their clothing. this wouldn't be unusual if it were anyone other than Cloud fucking Strife, whose very name quivers the hearts of extroverts everywhere. aside from that, he has no personal stake in fashion; his looks are just pragmatic, refashioned pieces of uniform. might as well be wearing the ugliest shirt known to man.]

[ sllllrrrrppp. and yet he had said yet, and continues to lick his ice cream, with such an inscrutable expression that it's hard to gauge his tone or intent. after another bite of cone, he adds: ]


I think you can take me in a fight.

[ there's a sticky river of chocolate in his glove that he can't quite feel through the fabric, dripping onto his corded shirt between the straps of an empty weapon holster. summer has taken a toll on frozen desserts. ]

      network. @ c.strife

I'm looking for some people.

1. Long silver hair guy, really long sword
2. Big guy with a big gun arm and even bigger mouth
3. Brawler girl with red eyes. She's probably made it to the bars by now
4. Red talking dog(?) with tail on fire. Not sure how he'd use a phone, to be honest
5. Girl who likes flowers but don't let that fool you

I'm also avoiding some people.

1. Snotty blond guy with a shotgun and evil cat
2. Skinny redhead guy with ugly tattoos
3. Bald guy with glasses, punches hard

Contact me. Or don't.


      other.

[ feel free to wildcard anywhere in the city, i'm flexible. PM this journal as needed. ]
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rocky road!

[personal profile] yeahsoyknowidunno 2023-08-02 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh, thanks. I think.

[bemused, Kaidan looks down at his standard issue navy fatigues as though expecting to find a splotch of strawberry-flavoured ice cream across his chest. but no, there's no spilled desert on his clothes; it just seems like this weirdly intense stranger has a very utilitarian aesthetic.

that, and the most borderline confrontational technique for licking an ice cream cone that he has ever witnessed. and that next comment--jesus, Wrex would love this guy, he'd be right at home on Tuchanka. pure instinct has him taking a half-step backwards and dropping his hand to wear his service weapon would ordinarily ride at his hip, but of course his pistol is nowhere to be seen.

he frowns, opens his mouth with every intention of saying, 'excuse me?' but what comes out instead is:]


Go for it, pal, I broke a man's neck at Jump Zero and still get nightmares about it sometimes. ..What the--

[hold on. hold on, Cloud, can he get a re-do on that smack talk, he's definitely got a zinger knocking around in his brain somewhere that isn't attached to a deeply-seated insecurity.]
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zoro — one piece

[personal profile] triple 2023-08-02 01:25 pm (UTC)(link)
welcome to the neighborhood

( lost™️ wandering time! choose your own adventure:

⚔️ upon disembarking from the train, zoro will wander the platform. the only train he's ever been on ran on tracks on water, so this feels weird — even though this is far more normal than what he knows. he pops into other cars but exits soon after, deciding he isn't really fond of being on it, but he's looking for his swords and the longer he goes not finding them, the more agitated he becomes. so, sooner rather than later, there's just a large man stalking through the hallways grumbling to himself. at least until he finds a snack machine with sticks of meat, of which he takes more than necessary and shoves the extras into his haramaki. if anyone happens to be watching him, he will be going in circles in an attempt to get out of the station, sometimes stopping and looking behind himself and double-backing that direction. if it seems like he might be lost: he isn't! ( except that he is. )

⚔️ eventually he does make it out of the station no worse for wear and jerky sticks and other snacks tucked into his haramaki. he wanders ( again ) through the fog and winds up in the cemetery. he doesn't really like the area and wants to leave, yet finds himself waylaid by a statue over a grave. the face of that statue looks far too familiar for his liking and it's making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

oh, he absolutely doesn't like this place at all.

which is, of course, at the moment he hears something behind him — a twig snap, foliage rustling, whatever the case may be — and he whips around so fast brandishing snacks as weapons. regardless that he might look like an idiot, there's the distinct air that a snack cake might be what does you in. )


Oi.

( you better start talking, fast.

⚔️ OR zoro does eventually also make his way east. he likes this a lot better than the other way he went. there's actual food here.

so, he will be settling down in a restaurant with his table piled high with various dishes. it's not the best food he's ever had, but it provides the sustenance that he needs right now. if he's hunched over and guarding what he's eating, that's his own business. however, after having eaten proper food, he's more inclined to speak, though wouldn't start a conversation on his own. sorry he is the way he is.

after eating, however, he does make his way to the apartments, eventually. there will be a particular hallway where all the doors have been opened; zoro stands in the doorway of each one staring at it before moving on to the next. eventually, though, he does enter one ( though leaves the door open, too ) and sooner rather than later, snoring can be heard. seems like this is a case of goldilocks and the three bears situation and he needed a rectangle of floor that was just right. he'll be making himself comfortable in one of the more empty apartments. does it belong to some one? who knows! does he care? not really. )



i scream

( ice cream isn't a big thing for zoro; he prefers getting his sweetness from fruit or the shaved ice treats sanji makes them sometimes. he's not sure if he's going to really like any of this, let alone does he know what any of it is going to taste like.

so, he'll sample a couple: vanilla, caramel ribbon, possibly rainbow sherbert ( but let's talk oocly first! ) and bubblegum. no matter whats in his cup, he still may feel compelled to question it first, and looking at it as if he doesn't trust it, )


What's this actually taste like?


wildcard

( open to discussing doing other things/creating specific starters!! feel free to hmu via pm/[plurk.com profile] puqi )
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[personal profile] icanfixer 2023-08-02 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ to lose hope is unforgivable, too, and so each day don quixote returns to train station, to see if her friend and ally will be there (it's better if he doesn't isn't it? with how the city had treated him, how it treats everyone--) and






is that a cat. don quixote looks so visibly shocked by the fact there's an actual animal here that she can't speak, her eyes skittering after the cell phone briefly (did it find it? steal it?) before returning to the little guy. would sinclair be mad if she brought home a stray. no, he'd be charmed by its large, dark eyes. the rather long tail. the adorable meow. he would sigh, but he would understand.

don quixote drops to the ground and stares at xiaohei. sparkling. hook line and sinker, little buddy. ]


... Hello, gatito~. Are thee not a most adorable little fellow? Have thee an owner? Art thou lost? Would thee like something to eat? I have-- I have jerky upon my person, but I do not know if that would interest thee!

[ let her-- in her laying position let her-- there, a stick of beef jerky, she's carefully unwrapping it and holding it out. by the wing.......... a cat.......... wow............ ]
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it's not unusual | to be sad with anyone

[personal profile] disunity 2023-08-02 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ice cream is the last thing on Nina's mind when she first spots the shop. Supplies, answers, and some other living soul would be much more—

Oh, but there is someone. Right there in the shop, there's a sillhouette. Something about it gives her pause, but not from fear. A familiarity to the outline lends a sense of anticipation to Nina's footsteps when they pick back up and she pushes through the parlor door. There's no smile on her lips, but the blue in her eyes carry a hopeful clarity that no one but this man has managed to instill in her.

It really is him.

She— She really shouldn't be surprised, should she? He seems to always be near, one step behind her. Only, has he now gone ahead of her? What does he know? Is—

Is he okay? ]


Dr. Tenma?
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Richard III | Requiem of the Rose King

[personal profile] doomward 2023-08-02 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
(ooc | Richard’s canon point is the end of the manga, so please expect massive spoilers in both this top level and his future tags. For the canon blind, Requiem of the Rose King is a dark story that explores many disturbing and potentially triggering themes. You can opt out of threading with him, no questions asked. Otherwise, feel free to read to read his permissions or first impressions. Finally, I'm currently in the process of commissioning icons for him, so please bear with just his default in the meantime. PM this journal if you want to discuss anything!)
[The strange carriage bears him swiftly to a place unknown. Hell, he expects. Yet Richard remains still for a time, ignoring the unfamiliar stimuli harassing his senses. It feels as though he’s been driven to forward motion all his life; to simply sit here—counting each precious breath exiting his lungs—is a luxury that he can’t say he deserves. Richard would be content to close his eyes and rest like this, if not for the irritating pulsing in the palm of his left hand. When he finally deigns to return to reality and look, he’s met with some tablet-like oddity.

Much later, once he finally escapes the carriage, Richard eavesdrops on a conversation aboveground regarding the alleged situation. So, this isn’t the afterlife. An overwhelming lassitude threatens to drown him then; only the knowledge that he hasn’t earned eternal rest prevents him from giving in to despair. And so Richard—neither king nor lord, neither man nor woman—walks onward, with the single voice occupying his thoughts his own.]

▌ I. DISTRICT 1, CITY PARK – FOREST
[The deep woods call to him, beckoning him away from the ugly architecture suffocating the city. Richard wanders, jet-black armor clinking quietly as he passes through the archways of old, gnarled trees. Though he remains cloaked in dried and flaking blood from the recent battle, he can almost pretend that he is a boy again—accompanied by the white boar as they hunt game. But it is not memories of the boar that urge Richard to ultimately lay down on damp grass, hands folded over his stomach. Gazing up at the thick canopy of leaves above, he waits. It wouldn’t be the first time Henry surprised him, after all.

Maybe you trip over him while walking through the woods. Maybe you mistake the blood for current injuries in need of tending. Maybe you just want to know what this weirdo is doing. Strike up a conversation?]

▌ II. DISTRICT 1, CITY PARK – STATUE GARDEN
cw: implied incest (son to father)
[Even had this place not possessed a touch of magic to it, no doubt Richard’s general mental instability would have summoned ghosts of the past to haunt him.]

Father…won’t you guide me?

[He stands before the bust of a beautiful man with locks of hair that look skillfully silken even in marble. Richard, though given to a paranoid and suspicious nature, does not seem to notice that you have joined him in the garden. The whole of his focus is absorbed in the caricature resembling his late father. One gauntlet thunks to the ground as it is shed; fingers now bare, Richard reaches out to tenderly caress a pale cheek.]

I’ve failed you. Is that why you won’t speak to me now?

[Expression contorted as if in agony, Richard rests his forehead against the collarbone of the statue. Though a wind creeps through the garden, stirring blades of grass, no otherworldly voice is carried on the breeze.]

Even so, father…I…

[A small man, Richard has to stand on the tips of his toes to reach—and then his lips are brushing over the statue’s with a familiarity that seems to suggest this isn’t the first time. Yes, this is happening. Please interrupt.]

▌ III. DISTRICT 2, ICE CREAM PARLOR
[After fulfilling his quota in the park of being a total creep, Richard eventually finds himself exploring the city. The number of people who are gathering at a particular building piques his interest, so he cautiously joins the queue. Once inside, he slips out of the line to inspect his surroundings—mouth a flat line of displeased incredulity. What an eyesore these garish colors are; they’re almost offensive to even behold. Then again, with Richard shrouded in dour black from head to toes, maybe he’s the odd one out here.

The young man approaches a side counter, brows knitting together in confusion as he stares at the offerings. Their labels do him little in understanding what he’s looking at. Fortunately, a satisfied customer nearby licks their dessert—clueing him in that this is some kind of establishment for food.]


“Ice cream,” [he reads, tone dubious. Still frowning, he turns to you—mismatched eyes solemn—and points at the container of strawberry ice cream across the glass.] You. What is ice cream? If it’s as simple as the name suggests… I can’t imagine the appeal.

[Despite that, he keeps glancing surreptitiously at the strawberry ice cream. Seems someone has a preference already.]
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[personal profile] funburger 2023-08-02 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tenma is certainly upright and conscious; maybe "okay" is relative. He's considering ice cream flavors, except he can only wonder What would Dieter pick? and thinking about Dieter is a minefield right this very second he should probably avoid. There's a tense moment, the grip on his silly shoulder bag strap white-knuckled while he valiantly forces himself to stay calm, and then—

A voice, familiar; she could be saying anything at all and he would know her even before he turns his head, a spark of some kind of emotion run rampant over his features for a split-second.]


Nina?

[Is this place safe for her, he wonders, can Nina not simply be left alone to live her life now that things are finally over—

Ah, but he can handle those things later, when she's not in front of him.]


I wasn't expecting to see you here. [but he probably should have-] Are you alright? You look tired.
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network; @ William

[personal profile] doomward 2023-08-02 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Somewhere along the way, a kind soul explains how to use the tablet—phone—that he arrived with. Though texting is a slow and laborious affair for Richard, he’s nothing if not determined.]

“Girl who likes flowers but don’t let that fool you”

Fool us from what, exactly? What a strange thing to say.


[Yes, out of the list of freaks that Cloud described, this is clearly the most disturbing one of them all.]
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2.

[personal profile] limbical 2023-08-02 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Look, he was just curious about there being a new place to check out. Ice cream! Jukebox! Whatever! So Daan had been keen to just glance inside and do some new investigating, and there is a cat.]

...

[And the cat somehow manages to speak to him. In his mind.]

...

[Now, Daan is not a man who is easily horrified, but there is a bit of sweat forming on his brow as he gazes at the cat. Then he holds up his hands.]

Nope. I'm not fucking doing this.
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[personal profile] chokuto 2023-08-02 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Having noticed almost immediately the lack of animal life in this place, Sasuke's keen eyes pick up the slight, darting movement of that dark shape through the station interior. He can even hear its feet, a gentle tap-tap pattern over the concrete — quick, rapid, and evidently eager to escape attention. The curl of the tail, the triangle ears...

A cat. Of course.

Someone with his level of skill is able to track the feline with ease through the concourse, briefly stung with nostalgia that doesn't fade even as he ruthlessly ignores it. Around a corner, near the station exit, and his stalking is caught; the cat whips something from its tail and meows up at him. To him, the behavior feels sneaky, but he can't explain anything deeper than that. An intelligent animal isn't anything out of the ordinary to a shinobi.]


That was yours, wasn't it? [Sasuke nods toward the closed storefront, voice calm. He keeps a cautious distance, more so not to spook the cat, and kneels down. His left sleeve hangs noticeably loose and empty.] You shouldn't be so careless with your belongings.
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pharmacy

[personal profile] limbical 2023-08-02 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
What an excellent question.

[Honestly, he probably doesn't need to stock up, but Daan is nothing but meticulous about the pharmacies in the area. Mostly, he's working on preparing medical supplies than he is medication, since he has plenty of that by now.

So, he's thumbing through various items. Disinfectants, items to help with infections, and so on.]


You'll find a lack of any paperwork indicating who was here before. Nothing to state any patients or pharmacists, and certainly nothing to reveal where we are exactly.

[He squints at a bottle of supplements before looking up at Tenma.]

Newly arrived, I assume? I had many of the same questions myself when I first got here.
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Ken Amada | Persona 4 Arena Ultimax

[personal profile] whatsamada 2023-08-02 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
1. Graveyard

[Ken wasn't a danger to exploring strange and unusual places. If he had to explore the TV world and Tartarus, he could do it again here. Despite his determination to find some answers, all he was left with were nothing but blank pages and wrong answers. It was enough to make him feel frustrated when he had no clues about this strange place. With a sigh, he hoped that taking a walk around the park would do him some good.

And yet, as he continued further, he found himself looking at a graveyard. For a moment, he hesitated as he looked at some of the tombstones. However, there was one that seemed to scream something unusual...]


Wait, is that...?

[Was it his imagination or was it the name of someone who he knew?]

2. Ice cream parlor

[Why was there an ice cream store in the middle of an empty city? Ken really didn't know but he knew better than to try anything from a strange and mysterious place. However, he couldn't deny that hearing a certain song made him feel slightly uncomfortable.

How did this place know a song that his leader used to listen to? He didn't know but he couldn't help but look around the area.]


Excuse me, I'm not the only one who hears this song, right?

[He's not going crazy, was he?]

3. Ice cream!!

[Okay, Ken had to admit, he was starting to get hungry. After spending the day searching around the city and finding nothing, he found himself back at the parlor wanting to try something. He knew better than to try and eat something but it seemed that he'll have to risk it unless he wants to starve.

Taking the risk, he decided to go for something normal. Chocolate ice cream seemed okay, right? Of course, he should have known better as he took the first bite, he found himself suddenly crying. He didn't know why but the more he stared at the ice cream, the more tears coming down his face.

Now, why was he crying? He didn't know but he was sitting somewhere in the corner crying his eyes out somewhere.]


4. Wildcard

[Surprise me!]
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arrival

[personal profile] limbical 2023-08-02 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Outside of the train station, Daan is settled up in leaning against the wall, idly smoking. He isn't expecting any familiar faces, but people watching can be interesting. Plenty of unusual people from unusual worlds. Though maybe he isn't one to judge that.

He does raise a brow at this particularly spikey-haired fellow, and snorts at the description of the sword.]


I have bad news for you. [He turns his head politely and exhales smoke.] Everyone's weapons have disappeared upon arrival, or anything that could be construed as a weapon. Including your very... impressive cleaver?

[Look, he won't judge too hard, he's seen some weird weapons in the past.]
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II

[personal profile] syncopathic 2023-08-02 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[After the alien atmosphere of the city, Dito had hoped the more verdant scenery would make him feel more at home in this strange place, but if anything it's put him even more on edge. What kind of nutcase has this many statues in one area? Uncanny ones, too-- with way too much detail for a simple sculpture. One of them even appears to be sporting an outfit cut entirely too low in the front to accentuate its oversized breasts, just like...

Dito's gorge rises in his throat as he looks away from the unnervingly familiar sight, and as he does so he notices a willowy, waif-like individual drawing close to another statue a few feet away. Drawing close with an astounding amount of intimacy, in fact-- apparently Dito isn't the only one seeing ghosts around here. He notes the kiss with mild amusement, which rises to a schadenfreude-like mixture of disgust and delight at the invocation of "Father". This is just too good an opportunity to pass up.]


Oi. Oedipus Rex. Mind dry-humping familial effigies on your own time? Some of us have places to be.

[Richard isn't even in the way. Dito's just displaced, disoriented and disconcerted, and the person in front of him seems like the perfect target on which to sharpen his claws.]
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[personal profile] doomward 2023-08-02 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[As if shaken from a trance, Richard glances over a shoulder at the figure behind him. Dito’s boyish features earn him a dismissive look—presumptuous, perhaps, from someone whose own appearance is a red herring. But the newcomer’s impertinent words serve as a useful reminder that Richard currently possesses neither respect nor authority in these lands. And maybe it’s better that way...even if this stranger's accusation is uncouth.]

And who are you to suggest my time is not my own?

[Richard indulges in one last study of the sculpture, mournful longing dark on his brow. Then he twists away to face Dito fully, taking a moment to retrieve his gauntlet from the ground and slide it back on.]

Someone learned, at least.

[The curse that befell Oedipus the King…yes, there are some parallels, Richard supposes. Self-fulfilling prophecy doomed them both.]
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bubblegum, i am here to bully

[personal profile] guujis 2023-08-02 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[A young woman with hair as vibrantly colored as Cloud's ice cream loiters outside the shop, seemingly at ease in their strange and empty environment, arms crossed, eyes keen — pink, vulpine ears lying flat to her head beneath a gold headpiece. She's dressed archaically in traditional shrine maiden clothing, except for the blunt cut of fabric at upper thighs, sufficiently indecent enough to match her uncovered shoulders.]

I was wondering how long I'd have to wait for someone to be curious enough to satisfy their sweet tooth.

[Is she going into the ice cream shop? Not unless there's a fried tofu flavor. Spooky and highly suspicious are just a few words she'd choose to describe it.]

Oh, what was that? Midgar? I'm afraid I've never heard of such a place. [She approaches the young man, gracefully aloof.] What is your name?
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welcome, cemetery;

[personal profile] sanji 2023-08-02 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ through the fog, there's a small ember of light, glowing from the end of a cigarette as sanji makes his way through the cemetery. it's not exactly where he'd like to be, but he still hasn't had much luck in finding anyone else in this city, the eeriness of it starting to become unsettling. if only he could find some cute lost maiden whose hand he could hold as they make their way through this strange place!

when he does finally sense someone nearby, that's the hope of what he'll discover, except it's — very much not. and instead of a beautiful lady, he finds the last person he actually wants to see.

by now, countering zoro is a natural instinct, as instinctual as breathing, which is why he's already swinging his leg to prepare blocking steel with the bottom of his shoe. but instead of a sword, his foot nearly hits a meat stick, leg halting just before he kicks at it. ]


Oi, oi — [ he snaps, with a tsk around his cigarette. ] What're you doing playing with food, Marimo?
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[personal profile] funburger 2023-08-02 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, good, an excellent question, he can already guess that means there isn't a clear answer. Tenma continues to look through the pages upon pages of blank paperwork, holding a prescription card up to the light to see if perhaps there's an impression of a pencil left—nothing.

But he is listening as he investigates, brow furrowed in concentration and mild frustration. Where they are isn't his first concern, but it's on the list, so wonderful - nothing for that question, too. He can't quite force all the worry out of his expression, giving Daan a kind of pinched smile for his efforts.]


Fresh off the train. This place is fairly well-stocked, but I'm worried...

[About the readily available nature of a lot of medication with no guidance!! About the possibility of looting, about the people who were here before—ah, but maybe he should think more about the people here right now. With a sigh he sets down the stack of blank records, shaking his head.]

One thing at a time. You said you had questions when you arrived, so you've been here for a while... Would you mind telling me more about this place?
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[personal profile] icanfixer 2023-08-02 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ by the wings....... a Youth. she loves youths. don kicks her feet beneath a booth. ]

Nay, I do as well! It is not to my tastes, unlike the ice cream here, but it has a most danceable feel to it.