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The City ([personal profile] citycenter) wrote in [community profile] citylogs2023-07-01 11:00 am

TDM: JULY 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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SO A TURKEY WALKS INTO A BOWLING ALLEY...
There's a bowling alley open in the newly-accessible district, and you're invited to come test your mettle!

Walking into the lobby, you're struck by a peculiar combination of scents—shoe polish, floor wax, pretzels and nachos, and something pungent and a little oily. On the wall behind the desk is a shelf full of pair after pair of shoes, in every size you could possibly imagine, and there's a low rack filled with brightly-colored, heavy bowling balls that are ready for the taking. You can also hear the low hum of machinery and the rattle of pins being reset every time someone knocks them down, the bowling alley a well-oiled machine despite the fact that no one seems to be manning it.


You can bowl alone, start a match play (1-v-1), or bowl as a team, but you'll quickly find that bowling is much more fun (and somehow easier) when you're playing with others. Maybe it's because being around other people raises your spirits, but you feel more confident when you step up to bowl, and you find that when you're playing as part of a team, the bowling ball travels faster and in a straighter line, and you seem to be making strikes and spares with much greater frequency. Teamwork really does make the dream work!

If you occasionally see what you think might be the shadow of someone passing behind the machinery at the far end of the lane, don't worry about it—that's probably just your imagination.


If you stop by the bowling alley at night, you will find the place totally transformed. There's a disco ball hanging from the ceiling and brightly-colored lights flashing and dancing around the floor and walls. Any white parts of your clothing glow a delightful blueish color, and you find that you're illuminated in all kinds of interesting shades by the blacklight bulbs glowing in the ceiling. This is cosmic bowling, truly not for the faint of heart!

When you've finished bowling, you may want to stop by the snack area for a pretzel or hot dog, a soda, or—if you're there for cosmic bowling—maybe even a more adult beverage from the food counter on the far end of the building.



There isn't anything especially spooky about the bowling alley—except, of course, being forced to wear shoes that have been worn by a hundred strangers before. Characters are welcome to find their shoe size, grab a bowling ball, and go to town! Characters who come during the day will encounter a normal bowling alley, but they can always come back at night to get the full cosmic bowling experience. There will always be shoes in their sizes, the pins will reset themselves, and the balls will always be returned. Just be careful, those ball chutes can crush your fingers if you're not careful!

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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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gudakesa: (pic#16555468)

station!

[personal profile] gudakesa 2023-07-02 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
( he makes no move to grab at anything, having simply paused to observe her efforts. the intensity of her comment causes his shoulders to tense ever slightly, for it isn't often that one takes such a pointed tone with him. all he can think to do at first is give her an equally blank stare. perhaps that boldness is this woman's armor in this limitless space of vaguely unsettling facilities? )

Typically, one must pay for the items they take.

( call him a stickler for the rules. it's here where arjuna steps inside to discern if there's anything more useful to seize in the paradise of possibility that this store offers, a gloved hand trailing almost solemnly across a spotless counter. items with bright colors litter the corner of every display, child-like in all their splendor, oblivious to the future that awaits them: to be snatched up and worn without a price. )

I take it there's no clerk, then, much like a few facilities that're now behind us.

( arjuna's gaze flits about cautiously, as if he expects something to wolf them down. )
vecna: (pic#15832300)

[personal profile] vecna 2023-07-02 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[What a wind-up!

...Followed by such a sorry sight. He watches as the ball ker-plunks into the gutter, and rolls so, so slowly down the lane.

... ]


Not exactly bowling team material, are you?

[But maybe that's less of a backhanded remark than it sounds like initially, since it's very obvious this bunny-eared young woman has never held a bowling ball in her life? Or at least has even a passing idea of how to toss one down the lane?? Even Henry Creel knows that much, in theory.]

Do you want a hint?
killed: (pic♯16010942)

welcome to the neighborhood

[personal profile] killed 2023-07-02 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hiyori plays the piano, he was trained in music as much as in anything else, and so he can appreciate the performance more than most. He bobs his head as he listens. It's a proper warm up, one he can appreciate, fine and talented even by his high standards.

Someone was listening indeed, drawn in by the musical notes. ]


That was lovely. Won't you give an encore?
feyfound: (PeAQ541)

[personal profile] feyfound 2023-07-02 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Monts is absolutely correct and valid in thinking both that she should not be losing track of her axe and also that she's nice and well-meaning!! ]

Ah... Oh no! Did I leave it on that train!?

[ She watched it leave the station as she was going up the stairs. Does that mean it's gone forever!? ]

Noo! It was ancient and magical and cool!!
braidedwonder: (ready to take a life again)

02

[personal profile] braidedwonder 2023-07-02 02:18 am (UTC)(link)

[ It's almost embarrassing the amount of times he's opened up or deconstructed something to find the exact same result. Really, what does a guy have to do in order to get some decent bomb-building materials around here? Or a joy ride to make the frustration of this entire thing out on something that moves fast and might be loud too.

If it had a motor or literally anything useful inside, anyway.

Another pace to make sure something hadn't appeared nets Duo, apparently, the experience of someone else being completely confounded by everything going on here the same as he had been. ]


Yeah.. it's pretty ridiculous, isn't it? Everything's like that. Not a damn worthwhile part to be found.
worldbent: (pic#16486939)

[personal profile] worldbent 2023-07-02 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Ahaha, oh, nothing of any real consequence, [Matoba returns to his usual light-heartedness and folds his arms casually into his kimono. Now that they've gotten past that hurdle; the boy seemed jumpier than usual, but Matoba can't really blame him given their circumstances.] As of now, it appears that this strange city might be possessed by something quite powerful, but it doesn't seem to have revealed itself in a major way to anyone present.

Well, there are many possibilities, so for the time being it's best to simply observe. [He glances down to Natsume.] ..............No kitty-cat today, hm?
fossick: (066)

[personal profile] fossick 2023-07-02 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
[GIRL??

His instinct, when her hand lashes out to grasp around his ankle, is immediate. Automatic. Now would be a proper time to put his flagging abilities to test and force that hand away, unfurling each finger painfully, one by one by one.

But instead, a faster involuntary reaction takes place: he hisses out breath, attempts to pull his leg away with a step back, but failing that, he's just gonna try to...

Kick her away.

Sorry.]
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[personal profile] catmemes 2023-07-02 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ And Kai just nods as if that makes perfect sense. Why wouldn't cats drink sake? ]

I haven't seen him. [ And Kai would like to think he'd be able to recognize another youkai fairly quickly, even with this place limiting him. So either they've both missed him, or the youkai friend hasn't come along. Pity. It'd be nice to have some familiarity around.

The question earns a flicker of a smile, though. ]


A little while. Everyone here has come in on the train.
inceptor: (FiGKUifWQAQsjt2)

[personal profile] inceptor 2023-07-02 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Smart man. He doesn't waste time asking foolish questions, and even if they may not have the strength they're accustomed to, the statue is not terribly big or heavy. In a matter of moments, it tips further, and with a creak, gravity takes over to do the rest.

With a thud, the statue crashes into the ground. Stepping back to appraise their handiwork, Wanderer barks a sharp laugh that isn't particularly mirthful. ]


Ha! That should give them just a taste of our wrath.

[ ????? Who is "they"? Don't worry about it. ]

Now, let's take care of another.
liarlegacy: (27)

[personal profile] liarlegacy 2023-07-02 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Have you ever seen something like this?

(back to his feet, his hands patting the kimono from any dirt that might be on it from his time on the grass. if matoba is here, and unmasked, perhaps it's fine if he removes it. he hasn't been giving his name or indications of him being human, just in case.

it's reckless to call himself 'reiko', with all the grudges, but he might as well find something faster like this... even if he lacks his bodyguard, and isn't sure how to do jutsu himself, he might as well try to do something. anything.)


... He's somewhere.

(nailed it)
liarlegacy: (7)

[personal profile] liarlegacy 2023-07-02 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
... I see.

(AYAKASHI BEHAVIOR, extremely sussy, this is not helping his case in thinking everyone and everything is a yokai.)

Do you know the ayakashi who managed to do this? I'd like to meet them, if possible?
killed: check with them before taking any icons made by them please! (pic♯15570416)

dives into ur arms and spins u!!

[personal profile] killed 2023-07-02 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Not at all. But it's interesting, isn't it?

[ Everything is boring and therefore everything is interesting in his mind. The world is dull and gray, which means every little anomaly stands out. In this case, it's the attempt to create the appearance of the mundane in such an unsettling situation. ]

But we might learn something by playing along. There's the potential for harm in that, of course, but all the moreso in being paralyzed by fear and indecision.

[ Not that he's a person who acts recklessly - quite the opposite really; he weighs the pros and cons of every option carefully, and if the option of simply letting others put themselves at risk existed he would take it, but as it is he finds that the best course of action is to experience it for himself.

Of course, the Wanderer is free to pass up that opportunity and know a bit less than those humans that he clearly looks down upon. ]
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[personal profile] luciole 2023-07-02 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
[OW??? The kick has her roll into the gravestones but she doesn't really yelp from pain. There's a grunt and after a few seconds, she sits up with her back against the headstone.

(It's less pain tolerance and more familiarity. Being pushed away, thrown aside, yes, kicked...)

She awakens and a pair of dark eyes gaze up at Weir displeased.

But she's calm. Creepily so as she politely addresses him.
]

Good morning.
icanfixer: (15)

WILDCARD 1/2 YI SAAAAAAAAANG

[personal profile] icanfixer 2023-07-02 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ you'd be hard pressed to see one without the other, often matching as they do in battle with ids and egos alike, and it's very much the same here; they're at the the end of a grocery run, returning home to at least drop them off when don, always looking far ahead, spots him.

and then she simply puts the milk she'd had in hand into sinclair's arms before racing over, step after step, bounding fleet-footed as she ever is, to THROW HERSELF into yi sang's side!!!!!! ]


Yi Sang! Young Sinclair, behold! It is another companion!!!!!!!!

[ at least they're both used to her energy she's shaking yi sang excitedly. ]

When did thee arrive? Was it upon the train as well? Have thee everything on thy person, save perhaps thy weapon? We too were turned out unarmed, but there is hardly a threat to worry about! Yes, it has been most peaceful! Very quiet! Not a moment's injustice in sight! What should be the ideal world for any who seek a safer, just world!

[ ......... ]
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[personal profile] mollymocks 2023-07-02 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
Now who said anything about payment?

[ And Molly has already reached for the deck and is letting it fly back and forth from one hand to the other. Overdramatic, maybe, but so is everything else about him. ]

No, no, I can certainly tell that you're in need of a message from the universe. No charge.

[ Or, you know, it's all bullshit, but Molly puts on a good show. He absolutely would charge anyway under different circumstances, but right now he's just looking for information. ]
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[personal profile] worldbent 2023-07-02 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
Not personally. Of course, there are numerous stories of this happening even among the masses who don't know better how to explain it. Surely even you have heard stories of being "spirited away" and the like?

[Matoba strolls among the other graves, taking them in. Even here, he sees a grave or two that might make him give a double take if he hadn't already steeled himself against it.] But there appear to be other humans who have been taken in by this deceit, and not all of them seem to have spiritual power. This could be the work of many ayakashi, or perhaps just one great one. With time, it will be easier to tell.

Then, perhaps you will join me in doing something about it, hm?

[He glances backwards at Natsume's weak response regarding the beast, and chuckles.] ...I see. [Try to be a little more believable, Natsume-kun.]
limbical: (because a cat's the only cat)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-02 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a faint shrug as Daan looks away, his eye scanning the station. Large, underground; he'd almost think he was back in Rondon, honestly. But it's too clean and new, that much is certain.]

Aren't they always? [Daan answers her wryly.] I jest, of course. Prehevil had something of a unique sickness to it, shall we say. The people within it were mad and not usually prone to conversation.

Let us hope it's different here, for both our sakes.
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[personal profile] fossick 2023-07-02 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
[With his ankle now free, Weir takes yet one more wide step backward, frowning down at her like he was the one who was kicked, not the other way around. No apology comes, of course. He sees no need for it when she was the one who gave him a very unnecessary startle.

She's displeased, if polite. He's displeased and can't be bothered. What the fuck.]


What the hell do you think you're doing?
def: (pic#16521578)

[personal profile] def 2023-07-02 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
In a way.

[ in a manner that's rather challenging to describe, like words on the tip of his tongue but refuses to form a logical sentence. there's something wrong with this place, his instincts tell him, but as to what it is, he's yet to find out. ]

But I suppose it's because I've been staring at it for a while now.

[ and that's weird. ofc it is. ] That's what the mind does when one's too fixated on an idea or image.
limbical: (a square with a horn)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-02 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, Daan isn't getting a complaint, so he'll take it as a positive.]

Oh, do I not seem to be? Here I am, behind a counter and everything. [He shrugs.] But you do have the right of it. I'm a doctor, in fact. Although this part of the city that we can explore seems distinctly lacking in a clinic.

Not very convenient for the sick and injured. Fortunately, I've not see either yet.
limbical: (makes you wish you weren't born)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-02 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
[That earns what appears to be an amused curl of his lips, yet somehow the smile does not quite reach Daan's eye. Still, he doesn't seem to be put off.

Instead, he picks up the martini glass.]


Shall I have a sip then, to assuage your concerns?
mollymocks: (03)

[personal profile] mollymocks 2023-07-02 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ And Molly instantly pivots at the sound of applause to give a deep and florid bow, cemetery momentarily but completely forgotten. It's always good to be appreciated. ]

Thank you, I'd hate to think I'd had no audience for all of that.

[ Or more he's just pleased to see another person here at all, but that's besides the point. He straightens again to actually take in his erstwhile fan, eyes lingering for just a curious second on the ears before moving on. ]

I don't suppose you're here to pay respects?
luciole: (Sometimes I might just disappear)

[personal profile] luciole 2023-07-02 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a sleepy and confused blink at Weir before she yawns again as if bored with his reaction (no she's just sleepy still).]

Why do you sound so offended? I believe you kicked first.

[Lucy tries to sit up straighter and moves her legs up so her arms can rest across her knees.]

You're lucky I've had ruder awakenings and that I'm still in the mind for a longer nap instead of wasting any anger on you.

[Ah, well, she's awake anyway. She better see what this guy's deal is. Her dark eyes stare at Weir critically and then she says rather candidly.]

Not a ghost. Alright. Just checking.
Edited 2023-07-02 02:39 (UTC)
limbical: (cause everything else is obsolete)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-02 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Briefly, Daan glances her over with a curious look in his eye. The tattoos don't seem to have religious meaning that he can tell, and seem to be a mere expression of the self.

Interesting, but he moves on to more pressing matters, such as their current predicament.]


I see no evidence of tampering. Simply the appearances that whatever people were doing in this city either suddenly left... or the suggestion of items being placed to indicate there was some activity.

[He tosses down a beige folder. The pages inside are blank, like most other things.]

No telling signs of location, or even what nation we might be in. Yet, we don't lack for facilities to survive, so I suppose that's the silver lining.
mollymocks: (08)

[personal profile] mollymocks 2023-07-02 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Hm.

[ A deeply insightful response from someone who was fairly sure he was dying just a little bit ago.

But he twists to face the unexpected reply, and finds his eyes widening a little as he takes her in. Ah, a fellow being of refined taste in coloring. That much alone earns a grin even if Molly isn't entirely sure about the rest of it. He can roll with things. ]


Not that I'm aware of, but humans do all sorts of fascinating things sometimes.