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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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concierto: <user name=michrure> (pic#15640069)

[personal profile] concierto 2023-07-09 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Venti pouts. What a stick in the mud- But all the more reason to try and weasel a drink or two into the man. It might be fun.]

How unfortunate! Then I hope you won't mind if I do a little digging of my own. Just in case anything was missed? You never know!

[With a giggle Venti starts making his way for the cabinets! And promptly starts rifling through them without another care in the world. ... Come on, there's got to be something. Anything!]

Oh...? What's that?!

[It is a bottle of... vokda?! Wow, those must really be some strong milkshakes in the yard!]
unrequite: (01)

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-09 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Midnight laughs, but does not follow it up with a "you said it not me". He's actually looking into his can a bit, pondering what to say next. ]

You said you were accustomed to keeping a safe distance from others. Rather, I think you said you "assumed less"?

[ He shakes his head and takes a sip. ]

You're quite serious about it, aren't you?
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[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-09 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Midnight has all of the words between them! Not that he gets a solid chance to use them between wondering where those menacing sounding footsteps are coming from, turning around a little once they get closer, and backing away as his brain cells come click clacking together to identify Mr. Wide-Shoulders Mc-Menacing-Glare.

Oh dear me this man is coming terribly close. Oh, I recognize him, that's a relief. Wait, is that a relief, knowing how many of my fellow operators insist on sending me flying from the landship roof? Nice shoulders, he really works out. Oh wait, he does arm day the same day as I do sometimes— ]


Operator, I assure you this isn't what this looks like.

[ Midnight says this while backing up into the counter behind him and having absolutely no idea what this looks like. Really. He was just standing around, waiting for a cashier. ]

Please, slow down, there's enough of me for everyone—

[ Not helping!!!!! ]
bloomandwither: Art by Unistonen (6)

[personal profile] bloomandwither 2023-07-09 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Some things are best left unspoken, as well... [Too quippy of him, probably. If he meets everybody here with such dull wit it would be his folly. He steadiest himself and keeps his bloom bright, making him appear young and more vibrant, able to treat the cane with him as an accessory and not a necessity. He tips his body in a casual greeting bow, at least by his people's standards, maintaining eye contact even with a slight tip of his head]

... but I digress. We know none in this strange place, not even each other. As it stands, we should make friendly acquaintance. I am Ankari.
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[personal profile] centile 2023-07-09 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[that gets a blink from mob- ah, a kid about his age, he hasn't seen anyone like that yet, mostly confused adults and a smattering of older teens. more importantly mabel's optimism in the face of this bowling failure is appreciated. always best to try again.]

Right... okay. [he nods to himself. truly mabel's confidence spoke of a girl who knew how to handle the game of bowling with head on, gung ho attitude bowling needed. he straightens and goes to take another ball, regarding her for a moment as he takes in the lesson. put his all in, okay. as hard as he can- he takes a breath and does just that, determination in the faint furrow of his brow

and... yeah it goes and hits one of the corner pins. on one hand this is markedly better than an immediate gutterball. on the other well. yes.

even so when he turns to mabel it's with a tiny smile.]
I hit one. [you sure did, bud.]
nutkick: (46 - Iuy4BWR)

[personal profile] nutkick 2023-07-09 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 'good graces' is a reach, considering their history— but denji is a selfish guy, and finding someone that is willing to cater to his needs is hard to dismiss. does that mean he trusts yoshida to be sincere here? not really, yet he can't deny it was intriguing to have a follow-up to his request as if he's allowed to have more than one. even if they're merely pretending this exchange is taken to heart, even within this lie, there is some pleasure.

in the end, he has nothing to lose if yoshida decided not to humor this. what's the worst he can do? ghost him? that's fine, he's not expecting anything out of this. even with low expectations, denji keeps it real. ]


I want someone who wouldn't be grossed out around a guy with a chainsaw sticking out of his head.

[ listen, listen-

asa fucking ruined what little confidence he had about scoring big with the ladies thanks to being chainsaw man, specifically taking a kick at the way he looks (even when she had valid reasons to condemn the hazard) — so a part of him wants to prove asa wrong and find a girl that will accept him no matter what!

now it's his time to bring a hand to his chin, humming. ]


I guess my preference for how she looks is standard. Beautiful and with a great body ...
dogmanding: <user name=rosebursts> (7)

[personal profile] dogmanding 2023-07-09 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, Tsurumaru... thank you for taking your time to decorate me.

[ gorou snickers a final time before he prepares to shake his head and tail, though he's quick to stay his hand.

because... ]


You know, if you don't mind? I could use your help with my tail. Sound like something you'd be willing to do?
heeroics: (ᴛʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ)

[personal profile] heeroics 2023-07-09 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
This city is unlike anything in reality.

[ He wants to get that out of the way first. New arrivals should be forewarned, though Heero doubts that anyone could arrive and not immediately notice the surreal, consistently inconsistent quality of everything around them. A mere ghost town this is not.

It doesn't occur to him that perhaps he's too focused on the literal, because it's the easier half of the question. He doesn't know how to put his feeling that this place expects something from them succinctly into words. For as long as he can remember - and until very recently - everything that has ever come into Heero's hands was only given to him only under condition of an adequate performance. He knows no other reality than that.

After a moment's thought, he comes up with a cryptic: ]


My experience is in transactional relationships.
gudakesa: (pic#16564882)

[personal profile] gudakesa 2023-07-09 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
( a cold feeling looms heavy as he watches her reaction to their unsettling surroundings, her slightly withdrawn countenance after timidly dusting off the face of one of the countless headstones. guilt, perhaps. still, it felt wrong to keep a fellow... "citizen" of this place in the dark when it came to something that was clearly meant to disturb them.

he wonders what she saw, and how they're connected, but it's not his place to ask.

his throat also dries, for that quivering breath of hers seemed to imply remorse and not a shameful elation at seeing a worn inscription and the victory it implied. )


Although it's true that it seems absurd, perhaps it's their intention. A spell meant to confuse us and ensnare our senses.

( then he makes to place a hand on her shoulder as a sign of comfort, an attempt at a smile playing across his soft features. )

We are most certainly not alone in our feelings, however, which is perhaps the most freeing aspect of this right now. Take heart.
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[personal profile] emyoji 2023-07-09 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Someone had put a junk food feast out on display in one of the restaurants. As Seimei entered the building, he caught sight of the creative selection Mabel had laid out in front of her and then her obvious dilemma, pained and dramatic expression written over her face. At first, he stayed out of the way, watching her wrestle with the debate, then when he stomach started growling, he finally approached.]

Hm... But there are no nachos either? Or sweets. There are still some options missing from the running.
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[personal profile] belorock 2023-07-09 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ yep, definitely an uphill battle... she would like to get him to chill out a little, but it IS too early for that. of course it's hard to feel at ease when they don't know anything and don't have a secure base to fall back on, but it didn't seem like anyone else around knew any more than they did either. at least there isn't anything immediately threatening to their well-being, but... hm. oh well, she'll just have to file this thought (and an appropriate plan to go with it) for later. ]

Not even him, huh. We've been mixed up in something really special.

[ at his mention of messages, she takes out the dinky phone lacking even a sliver of flair that woke her up in the first place. if they're stuck here for the long haul, she'll definitely have to customize it later. ]

I didn't have my own phone when I came around, can't check even if I wanted to. Only this, and the first thing it did is pester me for a display name and ask a bunch of privacy-violating questions. How was it for you?

[ her tone is light and nonchalant as she deftly taps the screen to minimize the map app and bring up the network app. ] So cluttered... Who designed this thing? [ ...that is, don't mind the muttering. ]

You didn't just give this thing your name straight up, did you Geppie?

[ ... ]
fanstheflames: (Need to blow that crazy flame away)

[personal profile] fanstheflames 2023-07-09 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Right, yeah... Sorry, that just surprised me.

[ Tsuruno's smile is a little subdued but still present, apologetic. She doesn't necessarily like not knowing what to expect when the unexpected could still pose itself as a threat, but at the same time, she's quick to adjust. She'll have to make use of that here. ]

But I'm glad we figured it out early on! Maybe I could make a sign or something warning people, so they're not caught off-guard by it in the future? If it happened to both of us, I don't think it's a trick of the eye sort of thing or that we're sleep-deprived or something. It's probably more of what you said.
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[personal profile] meowbel 2023-07-09 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah but that doesn't mean you can do that!

[All Mabel could do was give a huge frown. As annoyed as she was to know that her chance to win was over, she knew to mess with a potentially supernatural creature. That said...?]

...Just how did you do that anyway?
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[personal profile] plunges 2023-07-09 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
I am sure they will, in due time. Hubris will only bring them so far.

[ And they seem to have a lot of it! The Traveler would indeed be a force to be reckoned with, if they were ever brought here – but Gorou's question gives Xiao pause. ]

...I cannot recall. Most likely not.

[ But if Gorou sees the Anemo Vision on Xiao's wrist, that may imply otherwise. ]
meowbel: (D (Half Moon))

[personal profile] meowbel 2023-07-09 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Surely a confidence boost was all he needed! Just let him have one more chance and he could totally destroy those pins down! Looking at the boy walk up and go up, she was cheering him on in the background!]

Whoo! Go and show those pins whose boss! Down them down until they remember your name!!

[Although, try as she might, it seemed to be fruitless. As the ball continued to roll toward the gutter, there was a small hit on one of them. For a moment, Mabel didn't say anything. She gave a small wince as she wondered what to say but....]

Y-Yeah, how about you keep on practicing? One pin is better than nothing right....?

[Ahahaha...ha...ha..........haaa..........]
meowbel: (Chu ♡)

[personal profile] meowbel 2023-07-09 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[As she heard a stomach growl behind her, she raised an eyebrow at him. Tilting her head, she wanted to say something. While she didn't say anything at first, there was a loud gasp on her end shortly afterwards.]

Are you a kindred spirit? That's what we should be eating! Where are the nachos! We need to look for them at once!
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[personal profile] plunges 2023-07-09 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ...

It flies over his head, at first. And while "salty" is a bit up in the air, the knot comment....
]

Hm.

[ Something about Xiao's stoic expression shifts into something a bit more...amused? The changes are very slight – from the way the corners of his lips lift up, to how his gaze turns less piercing – but look at that. A Xiao seal of approval... ]

I understand. I will do my best not to. [ ... ] Uh... Knot to.

[ Sounds more like a question than an actual commitment to the joke (?!) but. ]
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[personal profile] chainvengeance 2023-07-09 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Someone affected by E.G.O? An Abnormality?

He has encountered Abnormalities in the Mirror Dungeons and they were able to talk normally - rationally - despite their monstrous appearance. This makes him wonder if, perhaps, he is in such a place now. Is that what happened?

Yet it doesn't feel quite like that, too. ]


Should we? [ He muses aloud. ] We can simply remain as strangers that encounter one another. [ Would it be dangerous to give his name? He clenches his hand into a fist, musing if he could survive without the others. The answer is - no. He would die in an all-out fight.

Indeed, Abormalities in the Mirror Dungeons sometimes appear kind and thoughtful. They offer assistance and kind words, but just waiting for a second of weakness to kill. This may be that situation, as well, and so he should be prepared for death. ]


What do you hope to gain in acquiring my name?
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[personal profile] chainvengeance 2023-07-09 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Executive manager.

[ As soon as he hears his name, he responds in kind - and stands up to greet them properly. His eyebrows are lifted a few degrees more and his eyes contracted two degrees more than usual. ]

Yes. I did not know how long I might be here. [ Other food sources? ] Are you feeling hungry or thirsty? [ In any case, he is already picking up the bag to look through what might be there for Dante.

Standing straighter, he takes in how they look. His eyes drift over their body, thoughtfully, before his shoulders slightly drop. ]


You did not bring us here, did you? I was just wondering if this was like the Mirror Dungeons but perhaps not.
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[personal profile] bloomandwither 2023-07-09 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ankari cannot help a slight quirk of his head at the answer, dodging around a return of name. There must be a reason for that, he puts together, or at least recognizes there are puzzle pieces before him that hold some shape yet to be understood.]

I merely offered mine, you need not share in turn, if you don't wish to. [though he's curious so he'll inquire further, see if he can get some clue to this riddle of a situation]

Do names hold some innate power, where you are from?
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[personal profile] gudakesa 2023-07-09 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
( a win for compromise. good.

he raises from his seat after the gentleman motions for him to do so and walks over to the kitchen with a natural air of vanity that would only be expected if one knew who he was. )


Troops? Then I take it it's safe to assume you're a soldier.

( maybe not a warrior who's grown weary of the tireless commotion of fame like himself, but someone with a clear mind. someone who can follow instructions or give them, and now the reason for his temporary companion's orderly behavior comes into focus.

... ah.

ingredients are already waiting for him on the counter inside the kitchen. how unsettling. he then makes to remove a glove with a soft exhale, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of being known. )


I should've expected as much. Everything I need without lifting a finger.
chainvengeance: (pic#)

[personal profile] chainvengeance 2023-07-09 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
I am aware.

[ He turns his head slightly to the man. ]

Logically, there is no way that they could be here. However, logically, there is no way that we could be here. If they came here centuries before us, would they have made enough connections that someone would bury them here?

[ His eyes focuses on the name once more. The corners of his lips tilt down a few degrees. You would have been able to make those connections. ]

But I do not know anyone who is buried here.

[ There are some things a person must say to remain sane. ]
chainvengeance: (pic#)

[personal profile] chainvengeance 2023-07-09 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Very well.

[ If he doesn't have to, then he won't. But is that the correct reaction to have? Would that cause upset later? He does wish that his executive manager were here to decide for him, but he cannot lean on such a crutch. ]

Innate power? I would say 'no more than anywhere else,' but I do not know where you are from or what names mean to you. To name something is to give it shape and understanding. With a name, descriptions and observations can be added. Without one, it is just something or someone encountered.
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[personal profile] chainvengeance 2023-07-09 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It would be difficult to not recognize her voice. His head turns slightly, twisting his body in turn, to greet Don Quixote. Of course, how he greets her is, well, just shifting how he is standing so that he is fully facing her thus indicating that she has his full attention. ]

Bonjour, Don Quixote. [ A calm greeting in response to her own. ] Yes, it is a name that I recognize. I have been formulating a few theories as to why I am seeing it.

[ Since she asked, he'll give his observation and theories on what he is experiencing. ] One, they came to this place a time before us and were buried here. Two, it is merely an illusion by whatever controls this space. Three, it is simply a similar name and there is no connection. Four, I have suffered a loss of sanity and currently experiencing a psychotic break.