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citylogs2023-08-24 12:03 pm
blackwaterchild) wrote in citylogs2023-08-24 12:03 pm
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Within its time-worn cage [Open]
WHO: Miu (blackwaterchild) & ~YOU~
WHAT: event shenanigans
WHERE: The Mall
WHEN:
WARNINGS: Imagined Matricide?
A. Omg Shoes
Finally. Finally something interesting has opened up, and Miu is all too happy to skip into the mall and start wandering around. She ducks in and out of shops that are actually open, including a shoe store where she tries on various shoes before she walks out with some love kitten heels and another three boxes stuff in a big bag.
She looks quite pleased with herself and the click-clack of her heels on the tile, even seeming to like the way the sound echos and bounces around the empty place. It sounds powerful. She feels like she could rip someone apart for looking at her wrong.
So what if this place feels icky? Whatever. So do a lot of places, she can ignore it!
When she finally sees someone else, she raises her hand in an easy, lazy greeting, her good mood meaning she even smiles and seems approachable, friendly even!
Until the mall suddenly goes black. There's the sound of Miu dropping the boxes, tripping over them (or herself?) and crashing to the floor with a yelp and spluttered curses.
"Oh great! Just perfect!'
She's fine, don't worry about it.
"What happened!?"
B. The Chase
Miku Hinasaki can not be here.
It doesn't matter that she could, conceivably, arrive through the train like everyone else who might've come back for the dead for this.
Miku Hinasaki can not be here.
And Miu's pretty pissed to catch flashed of her from the corner of her eye. A white blouse that sticks out in the dark, a gleam off the hairclip Miku wears.
"Mom!" She calls out for her, running toward the retreating sound of footsteps. "Wait, mom!"
She fumbles for her phone, turning the flashlight on as she peeks into a clothing store. There's a rustling and she turns, her voice so stupidly hopeful that it makes her sick. "Mom?"
Nope. A mannequin. The disappointment crashes over her, followed quickly by rage as she lashes out at the mannequin, making it topple.
"Shut up, shut up! What are you doing, Miu!? You're not that stupid 3 year old crying for her mommy! She's always going to keep leaving, is that what this is trying to show me!? Well screw you, I won't play this game!"
Maybe you've come to see what all the shouting is about or just happen to be in the area,but either way Miu swings around to glare, her voice thick with unshed tears and the tell-tale sniffle of one on the verge of crying. "What are you looking at?! If you're not going to help then leave me alone!"
C. The Catch (cw: strangulation)
Of course this place wouldn't let Miu just ignore it. Why would it?
And of course it's going to pull in any poor souls who happen to be nearby when Miu finally catches her mother (or her mother catches her, it's hard to tell where one ends and the other begins).
The room is ornate, lit with candles. An ancient crone of a woman stands nearby, watching passively.
Miu, on the ground. A woman who looks like she could be Miu's sister on top of her, hands around Miu's throat. She smiles, sad and sweet and achingly broken-hearted, tears in her eyes.
"I'm glad," she says, ignoring the way Miu kicks ineffectively at the ground and claws at her hands. "I'm glad that I left you behind."
And when the vision of her own death fades--so real, but she knows it's not!-- Miu remains laying on the cold tile, staring blankly up at the ceiling. Her throat hurts, tears stream down toward her hairline as she struggles to remember how to move again.
Wildcard
[obligatory wildcare option!
Also I will match formats!]
blackwaterchild) & ~YOU~WHAT: event shenanigans
WHERE: The Mall
WHEN:
WARNINGS: Imagined Matricide?
A. Omg Shoes
Finally. Finally something interesting has opened up, and Miu is all too happy to skip into the mall and start wandering around. She ducks in and out of shops that are actually open, including a shoe store where she tries on various shoes before she walks out with some love kitten heels and another three boxes stuff in a big bag.
She looks quite pleased with herself and the click-clack of her heels on the tile, even seeming to like the way the sound echos and bounces around the empty place. It sounds powerful. She feels like she could rip someone apart for looking at her wrong.
So what if this place feels icky? Whatever. So do a lot of places, she can ignore it!
When she finally sees someone else, she raises her hand in an easy, lazy greeting, her good mood meaning she even smiles and seems approachable, friendly even!
Until the mall suddenly goes black. There's the sound of Miu dropping the boxes, tripping over them (or herself?) and crashing to the floor with a yelp and spluttered curses.
"Oh great! Just perfect!'
She's fine, don't worry about it.
"What happened!?"
B. The Chase
Miku Hinasaki can not be here.
It doesn't matter that she could, conceivably, arrive through the train like everyone else who might've come back for the dead for this.
Miku Hinasaki can not be here.
And Miu's pretty pissed to catch flashed of her from the corner of her eye. A white blouse that sticks out in the dark, a gleam off the hairclip Miku wears.
"Mom!" She calls out for her, running toward the retreating sound of footsteps. "Wait, mom!"
She fumbles for her phone, turning the flashlight on as she peeks into a clothing store. There's a rustling and she turns, her voice so stupidly hopeful that it makes her sick. "Mom?"
Nope. A mannequin. The disappointment crashes over her, followed quickly by rage as she lashes out at the mannequin, making it topple.
"Shut up, shut up! What are you doing, Miu!? You're not that stupid 3 year old crying for her mommy! She's always going to keep leaving, is that what this is trying to show me!? Well screw you, I won't play this game!"
Maybe you've come to see what all the shouting is about or just happen to be in the area,but either way Miu swings around to glare, her voice thick with unshed tears and the tell-tale sniffle of one on the verge of crying. "What are you looking at?! If you're not going to help then leave me alone!"
C. The Catch (cw: strangulation)
Of course this place wouldn't let Miu just ignore it. Why would it?
And of course it's going to pull in any poor souls who happen to be nearby when Miu finally catches her mother (or her mother catches her, it's hard to tell where one ends and the other begins).
The room is ornate, lit with candles. An ancient crone of a woman stands nearby, watching passively.
Miu, on the ground. A woman who looks like she could be Miu's sister on top of her, hands around Miu's throat. She smiles, sad and sweet and achingly broken-hearted, tears in her eyes.
"I'm glad," she says, ignoring the way Miu kicks ineffectively at the ground and claws at her hands. "I'm glad that I left you behind."
And when the vision of her own death fades--so real, but she knows it's not!-- Miu remains laying on the cold tile, staring blankly up at the ceiling. Her throat hurts, tears stream down toward her hairline as she struggles to remember how to move again.
Wildcard
[obligatory wildcare option!
Also I will match formats!]
B.
At least this time he was able to find the electric room, and at least this time his knowledge base had come in handy as he examined the machines and the wiring to realize that there was nothing wrong, and that something else was at play here.
It had taken a bit longer to hunt down the supply closet and a ladder, but he's been examining lights himself as he makes his way through the mall, the heavy and awkward shape of the wooden ladder tucked under his arm. One that sticks out quite a bit, so when that mannequin goes toppling over, it bumps into one end of the ladder, jolting the man holding it.
Broca stops moving, turning his attention on the girl having what seems to like a tantrum in the middle of this store. The frown on his face is one part disapproving, one part confused.
"I've been trying to help."
Not Miu specifically. He has no idea what's going on with her, but in a more general sense he has been.
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"Help?" She echoes, her voice a sneer full of contempt. "Help who? What's going to help in this stupid place? Can you turn the lights back on and get us all out of here?"
no subject
Who gets that upset about a guy with a ladder walking around? He's agitated by the outburst either way, even if he's doing a good job maintaining his cool for now. It's hard to see his expression growing harder in the dark anyway.
And to answer her question, he holds up one hand.
"Maybe."
And a flicker of electricity jolts through the air between his fingertips. As it turns out, yes, this does happen to be (one of) his area(s) of specialty.
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That's way more interesting than beating up a mannequin. She gives it another little kick for good measure before taking a few steps closer, rubbing at her eyes to try and clear up the tear tracks and all.
"Can you get the doors working again or blast a hole in the walls or something?"
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No matter how many times he explains his terminology for it, it always comes back to calling it magic, huh? Not that it matters that much to him whatever people want to call it. He can do what he can do regardless of labels.
And what he decidedly can't do is blast a hole in a wall.
"No. It's weaker than it used to be." His arts, he means. "But with some work on the wires, I might be able to do something about the door."
He says all of this while giving a questioning look to the mannequin that she's been kicking around, wondering what in the world it did to offend her that much.
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"At least it's something. It's a better idea than anyone else has had so far." Fully prepared to walk off to find the door so Broca can try his electricity on it, she pauses when she realizes the questioning look he's giving the mannequin.
"...Haven't you seen them? The people wandering around, wearing faces we know?"
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But having not run into many people in this mall so far, that means very few people, much less ones wearing faces they know. His brow knits together as he turns his attention to Miu, trying to figure out what she means by that. Like a mask, or...?
"No..."
Regardless, from the expression on his face more than the one syllable, it's probably clear he doesn't really understand what she's talking about right now.