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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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mollymocks: (04)

[personal profile] mollymocks 2023-07-09 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The Mister would ordinarily get a laugh but at the moment Molly is a bit too busy blinking bemusedly at the intensity she's pinning him with. A bit much for an offhand joke, so clearly he's stepped into something here.

Ah well. No way out but through, so Molly affects a good thinking pose. ]


Well now. You seem like an elegant sort, so you'd need an elegant sort of name. Theodora? Drusilla?

[ That's the problem with human names, too many possibilities. Probably why tieflings tend to just make up their own. ]

Elspeth? How am I doing, dear, hot or cold?
kampfgeist: (unimpressed | not this dumb shit again)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-07-09 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
For the most part we have bigger issues than sunlight...

[ like the rampant crime and violence and human trafficking and all that good stuff.

also, heine is pretty evidently albino and upon arrival in the city promptly found out that he and the sun don't get along super well, so he remains unconvinced that sunlight is overall a good thing. that shit stings his eyes. ]


We have light, though. Overhead. Just not from the sun. I guess it replaces enough that we don't all drop dead.
worldbent: (pic#15503488)

[personal profile] worldbent 2023-07-09 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
A historian... or a performer. [Matoba smiles neutrally.] Quite a repertoire you have. A stage actor, perhaps?

[A spirit taken with theater. If anywhere in a city was to hold its share of spirits, it wasn't necessarily uncommon for there to be those who have taken residence in older, more storied buildings such as theaters or tea houses.]

[Now, this was interesting... reason for visiting. Why would a host that has brought them here ask their reason for coming?]

[Matoba glances towards Tsurumaru, as if looking to see if he would answer right away, or if he has paused to question it first.]


I'd rather put a reason for going than a reason for coming, if I must be honest. [Must he.] But, since I'm a businessman, I suppose I might consider there could be business to be done here... What do you think?
kampfgeist: (serious | i need to tell you something)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-07-09 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Maps first. We can find one on the way. [ if nothing else, this city seems like it has plenty of amenities, for lack of a better word—places to get food, to get clothing. it stands to reason that there might also be a place to get medicine.

heine is by and large an ass, but it's a side effect of his singlemindedness more often than not, less so because he's consciously malicious. he appreciates that nehan doesn't need much concession, because heine isn't inclined to give it, which means he doesn't modulate his pace much—but he won't deny the guy an opportunity to stock up on medications. ]


You met anyone else yet? Who's been here longer?
nyanxiety: (08)

[personal profile] nyanxiety 2023-07-09 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nansen, foolishly, does not expect any sort of magic shenanigans to come into play here. He doesn't have any monster-slaying legends under his name, and he's been under fairly normal human ownership for most of his existence.]

[Suffice to say: his eyes nearly bug out of his skull as he spots the tendrils growing out of the walls.]
Uwaah!! What the hell is this!? [He doesn't even have his blade to cut them down and out of his way! Even more unfair! Nimble as he tries to be, Nansen can't help getting tripped up once or twice on his way down the hall, making a mad dash for that magical box that would take him back to the street.]

[He manages to get most of the way there and slam on the elevator call button before realizing that it actually takes time for it to appear, which means he is easy pickings for the grabby floor vines.]


M-mrrooww... [He hisses, flattened against the elevator doors, and bats at the tendrils to no avail. Owen is free to bind him up, roll him like a carpet, do whatever he likes- although he's going to try to curl around this stupid hat out of spite alone. Pry it from his cold, dead paws.]

Tch--! You wouldn't have gotten away with cheating if my body wasn't missing... [His chin lifts defiantly at Owen once he catches up.]
cranekin: (pic#15469480)

[personal profile] cranekin 2023-07-09 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Really?!

( He lights up! No one ever trusts him to help them with things like this… and by no one I mean the little fox spirits that run and hide their tails from Tsuru exactly because he’s a menace. He can’t help it. Their tails are just so fluffy and easy to yank… And there’s Kogitsunemaru who only lets Tsuru brush his hair when he’s in a good mood because he never trusts Tsuru to just leave his hair alone. But he it’s not his fault Kogitsunemaru has such beautiful hair… it’s just begging to be put into pig tails and braids and—

You know, it doesn’t matter. He isn’t going to blow this.
)

Ah, no one ever asks me for help… Mhm! You can count on me.
laidtocrest: (fucking up my threads rn)

[personal profile] laidtocrest 2023-07-09 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Nah, don't worry about it!

[The picture of humbleness, but still.]

Money doesn't mean anything here, food's free...I'm just glad I can help.

[And afterwards, he'll actually participate in the pink shirt and/or pants search, but that's later. For now.]

I'm ready if you are?
cranekin: (pic#15469483)

[personal profile] cranekin 2023-07-09 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
( You’re welcome!!!!

If Tsuru was looking back, he’d find humor and joy in Arjuna’s expression. Nothing is more satisfying than throwing someone off their groove. It’s fun watching people react. Like watching children attempt a puzzle or a challenge.
)

Hm?

( He hums, dragging it out as if musing if he should listen to the request or not. We’ll, he’s had enough fun for now. He should play a little nicer before his new friend gets too frustrated, )

Since you’ve generously let me win, I suppose I can say~ Tsurumaru Kuninaga.
limbical: (but with a square in the act)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-09 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Gently, he shakes Mabel's hand. True, she had hesitation, but that couldn't be blamed; he is a stranger, she is alone, and it is only wise to be wary. And that wisdom speaks to a possible past experience, he thinks.

But he has no intention of betraying a child's trust.]


Then I am honored, Miss Mabel. I will do my best to be a good friend to you.

Would you like to leave City Hall with me? I don't imagine we will find much more here, but I am in no particular hurry.
nyanxiety: (05)

[personal profile] nyanxiety 2023-07-09 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Mm! Who knows where we might end up!

[Nansen watches curiously as Tsuru tests at the floor, wondering if perhaps he understands something else about the workings of this box. After all, that guy was a shrine sword, so he should be able to sense magic and things like that, right...?]

[Oh! The doors are closing. It takes all of Nansen's willpower not to hit all the buttons again, gripping his hands back as he instead trains his eyes upward, watching the counting light go through each floor in order. 2, 3, 4.... Maybe the higher up floors would be the fortifications and the stronghold? And perhaps he'd been in the servant's quarters before. In anticipation, he holds his breath as they reach 7, and the elevator dings as the doors open.]


This hallway is pretty similar to the one before, [Nansen nods, though he's pretty sure they're in a different building entirely this time. He tiptoes out like a suspicious cat, glancing around at all the silent, closed doors lining the walls.] ...Should we try going inside one? [He's already pushing on one of the door handles... And it opens up! No problem.]

Meowrning! Anybody home...?
braidedwonder: (poor run with smoke lungs & scarface)

[personal profile] braidedwonder 2023-07-09 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)

Yeah. I've had that thought a couple of times now. Or for anything that you could make useful in other ways... [ Not that Duo couldn't figure something out with sheer force of will, but at the moment he is more focused on making sure that he and the other three could survive lying low for a little while if need be while collecting resources. ]

Right? The lack of animals while it looks like we're on terra is weirding me out too.
hairsplit: (pic#16180019)

[personal profile] hairsplit 2023-07-09 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
I did. It's a name that's to be expected, but...not in this place.

I'm sorry you saw something as well. It doesn't seem like this place is all that kind.
hairsplit: (pic#16180021)

[personal profile] hairsplit 2023-07-09 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Is being here not enough proof?

You would be dead as well, if that were the case.
cranekin: (pic#15469534)

[personal profile] cranekin 2023-07-09 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
( It’s okay Tsuru doesn’t know how far his surprises will go either and that’s what makes it fun. )

Hm? Surprise others? Of course.

( And he holds out his arms as if saying, “Look at me.” Fancy kimono, a robe made of fine silk, gold chains and embroidery, black lacquer and leather… and an unnatural sort of beauty. He’s confident and very aware of his own beauty and power. )

I’m quite renowned where I’m from. Most would be surprised just to see me~

[personal profile] blattella 2023-07-10 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
Mm? Mostly because, uh. Just before we came here, I found out that my coworkers don't really like me as much as I like them. They don't hate me, it's just. Less friends, more friendly if even. So I'm trying to temper myself a bit.

[A beat.]

Don't know how well it's going. But I'm not usually safe to be around anyway, so it's just easier this way, y'know? Go and make friends for me, bud.
hairsplit: (pic#16180018)

[personal profile] hairsplit 2023-07-10 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
Ah... I don't catch colds all that often, either.

( he imagines the reasoning might be a little different, though: his gaze skates down to her movement, where she starts fishing in her pocket, presumably to cover the bill. with a shake of his head, he holds out a hand. )

Allow me. It's no trouble.

( it feels a little like relief, honestly, to be rid of some of the money in his pocket--knowing where it comes from, after all. he does a quick calculation of the items on the counter in front of them, lining them up with the prices he remembers from back home, and then lays out a few crisp bills on the counter to cover it all. )

...A bag. ( he realizes this only after the fact, frowning slightly and fishing out a coin to cover the cost, placing it on the counter; then, with one arm, he reaches back behind it to snag a plastic bag, holding it open towards her. ) Let's put it all in here.

( he doesn't know if he would count himself as someone nice, but: it doesn't bother him enough to correct her perception of him. )
hairsplit: (pic#16180018)

[personal profile] hairsplit 2023-07-10 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
( it's hard for him to parse the emotions that run across izuku's face: there's so many of them, relief and worry and fear and sadness and happiness, all seemingly rolled up into one. he has enough trouble working out how to deal with any one of those, and the combination of them leaves him silent, worried that he won't be able to offer his friend the kind of support that he might need. carefully, he watches him for a moment, nodding; so it's not his apartment, then...

but where are they, then? izuku would have mentioned UA if they were truly somewhere close to home, or would have mentioned something familiar, which seems to mean they're in place that neither of them recognize. it's troublesome, but at the very least, they're both here.

--or, rather, izuku has been here for weeks. weeks? already? his brows knit together. )


I'm alright. I...Has it truly been weeks? It hasn't been that long since I last saw you.

( there's a slow shake of his head--but another glance at izuku's face has him falling silent; his eyes are a little blurry, lined with the faint threat of tears, and he isn't sure what that means, if it bodes well or not. )

Is it safe here? Let's find somewhere to sit down. It might be smart to have a glass of water.

( he isn't sure how else to comfort him otherwise. )
jaganshi: (you are the devil I am)

[personal profile] jaganshi 2023-07-10 12:09 am (UTC)(link)

"Yet." The looming threat of what could happen, as he is in a weakened state, does nothing to soothe Hiei's already violent nature. Fleeing to somewhere with trees, where he can lounge above ground level like this, is far more suitable than Kurama reminding him that there is no reason to attack here and there. Which is all the more reason why the comment about the greatest danger not being flesh and blood sparks a huff from Hiei.

"You don't even know what everyone here is capable of and you are so quick to claim that." He is greatly diminished here, yes, but from the feel of it, he is still very much capable of great damage should the fancy strike. Thankfully Hiei is not a fan of prison, or he may have already gone for gold. As it stands he relaxes some, back against the trunk of the tree as his small form settles, rolling that thought over in his mind.

"You don't have much sense, then." Hiei's usual casual insults, red eyes closing as his third opens beneath the wrapping, attempting to assess how many are around them in this area. "I know of at least one other here who is not as docile as he seems."
emyoji: (Default)

[personal profile] emyoji 2023-07-10 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
We'll have to check and see if anyone made them. I've noticed that if you want food, you just have to look and eventually someone makes it.

[Or something? He had yet to see living proof of people other than other visitors in the city. He was still looking for that proof, but so far nothing helpful had appeared. All he could do was keep testing the city.]

You mean do I enjoy junk food? I like easy meals! It's more convenient than eating fancy things and I think most people will eat burgers or pizza. Since it's hot, I just wish we had more ice cream options too.

[He could be more serious since he apparently stumbled on a kid, but kids in his experience had better insight into mysteries. This was actually an advantage for all of them.]

Where did you find those? Maybe they will appear the same way.
quitsmoking: (pic#16504497)

spoilers for anime onlys? also shoko should've just camped out on the train istg

[personal profile] quitsmoking 2023-07-10 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's a little funny that she genuinely hadn't noticed she was being followed. Maybe it was to do with the surroundings, or maybe it's just because, at this point, she's too tired to worry about it. There's little she can't fix, and it's not as if she's completely defenseless... Although she might have had her guard up anyway, if she had thought for a moment that it would be them, of all people, pursuing her in this empty city, down its empty pathways, into its overgrown cemetery.

Maybe opening that box really did send us all straight to Hell...

They appear like a hydra. Geto first, with his cool gaze and a strange silhouette; it takes her thoughts a beat to catch up with her eyes, recognizing the emptiness of a sleeve for what it is first and what it means second. (That certainly is something she can't fix.) And then, as if on cue, there's Gojo, and maybe she imagines a look of surprise between them, independent of the one they give her. They hadn't come together, just arrived together, it seemed, but then that wasn't quite so different from the way things were. Still, with her mouth full of an over-large bite of rice and savory salmon, she looks between the two of them as if they are themselves the ghosts come to haunt her for eating over their graves.

She swallows, and her appetite is all but gone. If Gojo is here, too, then...Hell it must be. ]


If I had known you would be here... [ Said indelicately, to both of them, with a reach for the bag to close it before Gojo starts helping himself. ] I didn't buy an of it, so I take it you two just got here too.

[ She doesn't invite them to sit. She's fairly sure they will anyway. And she wouldn't be mad either way. ]
quitsmoking: (pic#16504507)

getting there! i hope things are well on your end either way <3

[personal profile] quitsmoking 2023-07-10 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ There is a thread in his words she can barely grasp onto, something as tempting as her nicotine addiction and perhaps just as dangerous. She's always been lucky to keep out of direct harm in her life, while everyone else around her gets caught up in it, mostly because she's been begrudgingly indispensable. Still, it's hardly time to work up cowardice now—and surely she's seen more fearsome Curses. ]

Sounds like you're already resigned to staying. [ Said not unkindly, as she circles the counter, to shamelessly duck behind it to start shopping. ] But not from here. Were you in another car?

[ She helps herself to a bag for her carton of cigarettes and a multi-pack of lighters, then exits the counter to browse for a snack and a drink—since she might as well, if it's self-service. ]
odasaku: (56)

[personal profile] odasaku 2023-07-10 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
No idea.

[ it's strange, hearing about his own death. it's even stranger, knowing that his death would have had any impact on anyone. as far as sakunosuke was aware, his existence was little more than a grain of sand on the coast, a mere blip on the radar that goes unnoticed among all the brighter stars. he wonders if he should feel some sort of envy towards this odasaku that both dazais refer to, but he can't bring himself to do so. at least he's lucky enough to still have his health.

so he pushes his thoughts down, and focuses on the topic in front of them. ]


He knew a lot of things about another me, saying that we would go to Lupin and that I was involved in the battle between the Port Mafia and that organization that I think came from overseas-- Mimic? [ he puts his hands in his pockets, his expression nonchalant as always. ] He was the boss of the Port Mafia, so I'm sure he has access to information that I can't even dream of.
festoso: (pic#14723866)

[personal profile] festoso 2023-07-10 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
[He ducks his head, properly chastised, but it doesn't look like the guy's dropped anything else, at least.]

Sorry, sorry. I was just getting in my own head a bit, haha...

[He chuckles awkwardly, scratching my own head a bit.]

I'll pay more attention from here on out! And nothing broke, right? I can make it up to you!

[Pretty sure he just saw him drop a carrot, but. Might as well offer! No harm in being friendly.]
odasaku: (69)

[personal profile] odasaku 2023-07-10 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
Ah.

[ um, ]

Yeah, it's heavy. Usually they're about 7 kilograms, give or take?
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[personal profile] odasaku 2023-07-10 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
A city without a name? That sounds inconvenient.

[ to say the least. but sakunosuke doesn't seem to be too bothered, at least on the outside. sure, on the inside he's being toppled by a flood of question marks, but none of that shows in his expression-- or lack thereof. ]

So what are you? A tourist?