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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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4libaba: (winter snug)

[personal profile] 4libaba 2023-07-10 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Somehow I don't think you were running those to support small businesses.

[At least he's ruined his stupid pretentious social media cake. Good.

It probably shouldn't make her feel better, the idea that Akira being sucked into this is practically inevitable. But it does. It's probably selfish. Maybe she just doesn't want to be stuck here with Akechi as her only "friend."

What a joke. She's sure he'd laugh too.

She came here because she was hungry, but now she doesn't want to eat anything out of spite for... something. Regardless of what she wants, one way or the other, a platter of sushi appears in front of her, causing her to grimace in displeasure.]
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[personal profile] 4libaba 2023-07-10 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Never said that.

[She's a little annoyed and it definitely shines through in the slight snappiness of her tone, she feels a bit like he's laughing at her.]

This whole city doesn't make any logical sense though. The only people here are us, and it's like the food's supplied for us. Conjured up by what we would expect to find. I found a serving of curry cooked using my caretaker's secret recipe in one of the restaurants.

It's just a theory, anyway.
fanstheflames: (To keep you warm)

[personal profile] fanstheflames 2023-07-10 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh! Yeah, it's a phone. You can use it to talk to people or send them messages.

[ she doesn't appear to be too bewildered by this, but she did spend some time helping people from a pretty backwater village in the mountains-- ]
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[personal profile] ghostlight 2023-07-10 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
The way her gaze whipped around and her eyes flashed was something Emerick recognized all too well: he'd never seen himself with such a wild expression, but he had an excellent idea of the way the startle felt and the fear that likely bit into her before she placed his voice and saw him. As much as Emerick liked to say that he got his hearing implants to hear conversations across a room - and as much as he'd managed to convince himself that was the case - the actual reason was that he hated being snuck up on. He hated being in the position she had just been put in. He had to commend the sheer willpower she must have to have avoided flinching, though. Emerick never really managed to master that, nor did he ever master the art of keeping a poker face.

"I've been coming here more often, but it isn't a habit. I'm still not very used to the park, and the statue garden before here doesn't sit right with me," he admitted. "I'm perhaps not the best account for the graveyard because I've generally avoided walking through the park, but as far as I know it's been like that since the first of us arrived."

The thing that Emerick found most disconcerting was what had bothered him since he'd arrived a month ago: outside of the stillness there was no clear cause for any of his discomfort, or why he felt so uncomfortable. It was true that he missed the suffocating claustrophobia of Night City and the way the city itself was always alive with people on the streets and sidewalks no matter the hour or weather. This unnamed city (which Emerick couldn't bring himself to call The City, as it felt like he was divorcing himself to his home somehow if he did - Night City had always been The City) was suffocating in almost the exact opposite way. He understood that this certainly set him on edge, but there was something uncanny about the statue garden, and the way the travel pamphlets made the graveyard seem like the main attraction to this city also made him feel out of sorts with it.

"I started coming here because this is what makes me the most uncomfortable. There isn't a lot of wildlife in the city I'm from and I've only ever read about graveyards in books." He paused and, after a breath, his smile turned sheepish as his gaze shifted away from Clarice. "I guess I'm trying to face some of my fears."
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[personal profile] bloomandwither 2023-07-10 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Meursault, then. A pleasure to become acquainted with you... even if this place is doing no favors of clarify why or how we arrived here. [If this man is announcing how he doesn't know anybody, Ankari can presume they're in the same boat, not knowing what way to travel. Not quite in a storm, this place had been calm thus far. Ankari is lost aside from his rather pointless pushing over of a stone.

He muses to the open air, not entirely directed to Meursault,]


What ever to do from here, though.
shareofnight: (A Tale of Two Cities)

[personal profile] shareofnight 2023-07-10 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[From his reaction, Tessa regrets mentioning magic. Still, it seemed worth mentioning as a potential option for their current situation.]

I think someone or several someones are definitely screwing with us, as you say.

[That, she can agree with. Regardless of any magic (or lack thereof) here in the city, someone seems to have deliberately brought them here. For what reason, they have yet to discover.

She wonders if she should shock her companion more by revealing herself as a warlock.]
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[personal profile] shareofnight 2023-07-10 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm sorry to hear that, about Wynonna," Tessa says. "Watching the people you care for suffer, no matter the kind of suffering, is a dreadful hardship." And no matter how many times you watch those you love suffer, it never gets any easier, even when you try to help.

"Sometimes technology works better for some people than it does for others," she says, "out of touch with other humans or otherwise." Tessa has her uses for technology when she needs it, of course. But she also has her magic, as well, and she's grateful for that as well. Sometimes magic is more reliable than technology, but, as a warlock, she is likely biased on that particular front.

"Ah, well, we must all have our faults," Tessa says, teasing with a flicker of a smile and a wink. "I suppose."
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[personal profile] shareofnight 2023-07-10 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[He nods at and accepts her offer to leave this place, and for that, Tessa is glad. As comforting as she has found the park, the vivid green of the surrounding nature, this graveyard has unsettled her, digging under her skin and twisting, like a knife to the gut.

She offers him what she hopes is an encouraging smile.]


Good. Then we shall find a friendlier corner of this place. Are you hungry? Perhaps we can find somewhere that serves ice cream.

[She turns to look at him as he says he doesn't want to be alone.] Then I will be with you as long as you'd like. I don't want to be alone either.

[She's been alone for far too long already.]
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[personal profile] nomoresharks 2023-07-10 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
How curious...

[The desire isn't unknown to him. And yet it's something so small and humble and yet so... selfish, almost--at least to a man used to seeing only truly grand and unique contributions to the Star be granted the name of their creator.

And even then, most of the time it seems to be their title alone that's remembered.

Each individual an important part of the whole. A drop of blood necessary to guide the star on its course. And yet these cultures see fit to ensure every drop has a name.

Curious indeed.]


Yours as well, I take it?
furibund: (99990008)

i am sorry she is still just a touch mean.

[personal profile] furibund 2023-07-10 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
With no bags.

[ Said in that same dry tone in a 'how did that work out' infliction. She breathes out her nostrils, shifts her weight, and then approaches to pick up some of the fallen stuff. ]

Lead the way of where you want them put.
unrequite: (03)

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-10 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm? What?

[ He's been so enamoured by his little befeathered drunk ass that he forgot that they were on a mission. Lord. God.

But he gets the memo in his little juiced pecan brain after a second. He turns again and begins removing his slacks. ]


Quite right, quite right. Can't give this lovely lady a chance to critique my look if I give her nothing to work with.

[ And now, dizzily, he relinquishes his pants to the washing machine. If he bothers to put his leather coat back on, no pants, no shirt, feather mumu, he will look like a flasher. This is what he fucking deserves. ]
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[personal profile] metafictions 2023-07-10 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kneeling beside not-Miyagi's grave can't be helping the impression of spooky graveyard apparition he's giving off, but the meaning behind that name-- the best friend I have ever had-- sticks with Kamui, enough that he wants to hold onto it for a little longer. It's nearly a comfort, that someone else almost knows anything about this strange city.

No doubt: if this man feels that way, Nariyoshi Miyagi has already passed.
] I'm sorry for your loss. [he says gently. Then at last Kamui rises, brushing dirt off his pants.]

I don't, either. But it's a better lead than anything else I've seen in the last few weeks.

[He nods his head at Daniel in greeting.] Kamui Uehara. I'm a police detective from Tokyo. [Was, but that's a long story.] Are you a new arrival?
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unrequite: (03)

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-10 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
And now the man removes himself from the joys of simple friendship as well, all the while ingratiating himself to a perfect stranger.

[ Midnight drains his can, crushes it, and tosses it into a nearby trash receptable before pulling out another one from his bag. His dear stranger is going to wear himself out like this. ]

In what way, precisely, am I in danger, here?
unrequite: (15)

they are, just excited about apping in :))) hoping ur taking care of urself!

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-10 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She has most certainly met things more fearsome, if only in that Midnight invariably means no harm. If one measures in intention, this strange Miss has more to fear from a puppy.

Not that Midnight sees fit to let go of the image. It doesn't matter. ]


Must have been, if you arrived today as well. I had some more specific items on my shopping list.

[ Alcohol, for one, although convenience stores do appear to sell them in the way they did back in Higashi. The blood, however, was a more specific grocery item. ]

Whether we stay or leave is a concern I leave to a future that hasn't come yet. The present has brought me to you, dear stranger, hasn't it? What's to say that kinder, lovelier things aren't yet to come?

[ It sounds... stupid, honestly. Midnight says it anyway, because he honestly doesn't know. ]
strongroots: (whimsical)

[personal profile] strongroots 2023-07-10 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's just stress, or maybe the woman's just into that stuff. Magic. But she's seemingly letting it drop, so Robby pulls his lips in some affirmation of what she says before turning to the city map. A handy You are here! to point them to where they're currently at.

Robby studies it for a bit, chewing on his lower lip until he finally points out an area. ]
There's a City Hall and Tourist Centre around here, apparently. [ Apparently, because who the hell knows what either constitutes around here. ] Not a lot else to go to, unless we wanna try heading out to the apartments and finding any people there.

[ And who the hell knows what that will be like. ]
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[personal profile] emyoji 2023-07-10 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
We must be, if we want to solve this mystery. I am sure the important details are going to be in places we are more comfortable with. That way we're likely to overlook them. What do they say? The best hiding place is in plain sight?

[ That might be expecting too much. Honestly, he has no idea if there is anything to find, whether they be traps or secrets. But since they are all stuck there, it feels like the best approach is to keep tabs on the commonly visited areas and see if the city changes over time. If it doesn't, it doesn't, but in the meantime he'll just come up with his own games. Grinning like the fox he is, Seimei waves off her comment. ]

You're an excellent find! How many people willingly play hide-and-seek in such a spooky place? You have a unique character, and that's basically a secret treasure already.

[ He gives her a winning look. ]

Ah, by the way, were you looking for something as well? Since you were so close to this statue, did you see something interesting? Tell me, and if it's a secret, you can whisper it.
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unrequite: (10)

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-10 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ We'll have to be strong...

Midnight tilts his head in acknowledgement. This is not me being vague about whether Valentine's Day exists in Terra, or in which nations it exists. Christmas does, but Valentine's?? Hey, Mr. Hypergryph? Sir?? This information seems to relax him significantly! Someone with family and friends around must surely have the time to care for himself. ]


All the better. What could be better than celebrating with the people you love, hmm?

[ Midnight raises his can. ]

To this birthday, then, and your next. May your birthdays always be crowded with the kind of happiness that grows every time stories about them are told.

[ Said without an ounce of irony. Midnight loves toasts! He loves happiness! He loves this dear stranger! They just met!! ]
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[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-10 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, winning hearts was his job, after all. And he was very, very good at it. But books only get one so far in any sort of business. One goes from books, to lines, to self-wrought, on-the-spot honesty. Midnight's very good at telling others exactly what he sees. He was, in fact, the best. ]

I'll walk anywhere for you, Lan Xichen. You'll see...

[ Midnight smiles up at his kind-eyed, straight-backed stranger. Now that he's absolved himself of the responsibility of keeping himself safe from what he doesn't know about Lan Xichen, there isn't much stopping him from falling in love in the way he likes. Secretly, intensely, the way he keeps fairy-tale princes and princesses in the background noise of his thoughts to keep him company. ]

You may put me down, but not because I want you to. [ Midnight blinks hard a couple of times, shakes his head once, before looking toward the booth and beginning the tedious process of disentangling himself from someone he rather likes. He still feels loose. He may not have any obligation to keep himself safe anymore, but he'd still like to be a bit sober for this. He wants to remember this face, damn it. ]

I won't sleep. Mmmh. I should... find a place to stay tonight. Mustn't sleep just anywhere.
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[personal profile] possessum 2023-07-10 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's probably for the best, ultimately, that the food was brought up. As weird and upsetting and extreme as Peter's reaction has been to it.... to what it all implies (is any of this real? How can it be? What is this place?), he'd likely have stayed stuck there like that. Unable to face it, look at it. Now, someone else has helped him do that. See it for what it is. Something's not right here.

Hearing the other boy admit it too — 'I don't fucking know either' — and the more he speaks, the faster his voice gets, rises, he doesn't fucking know either, he's just as confused — all makes something in Peter quiver and pause and come to a still. He's not the only one scared, confused, (alone). Seeing glimpses of it in someone else is... He's staring, listening, hanging onto every word with more of that desperation.

Then the boy says what he does, and Peter's bruised eyelids flutter, shuddering quietly at that implication. A bat to it — violence (but defense really, is what it comes down to, doesn't it? Safety.) And Peter's never done anything like that before, never even held a weapon, but if the things that were chasing him are here too, then he wants to be with someone who can.

He stays tensed back from the other boy, eyes never leaving him, but the fear is shifting forms. There's something out there. Something bad has happened, is happening, will happen.
]

...Do you feel things, here? Like— hunger.

[ His eyes dart down to the plate of spicy things still there, Peter staring at it like it's about to grow fangs and start attacking. But.... ]

...I did. Was hungry. Now I'm not so much. It— tastes real, the food. Feels real, I mean— really works.

Maybe we're both going fucking crazy, but... it works.

[ ...Works as in fills a person up, which should make no sense since this is phantom fucking food that appears out of nowhere, but— it works. ]
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working on my app with some coffee and electrolytes as we speak :')

[personal profile] quitsmoking 2023-07-10 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's an answer, at any rate, even if his addendum is somewhat cryptic. Shoko is keen to roll with a lot of punches, but she's rarely met someone seemingly even more ambivalent than she is. In a small way, she's impressed, though her placid face belies none of that as she slips down the aisle adjacent, leaving his voice to carry past the snack shelves as she makes her way towards some coffee—and a bit of her own booze. ]

I'm not sure about you, but in my experience, few kind or lovely things come from this kind of quiet.

[ Not the still of the outskirts of a battle field. Not the echoing silence of a morgue. This is a calm before the storm at best. But at least she's accustomed to those. ]

You're right, though, that we probably shouldn't worry about the future as much as the present for now. [ Said as she slips a pair of tall boys in alongside the cigarettes. They weight her bag enough that she pauses, hefts it, before moving on to the refrigerated section. ]

Have you been to the ground level yet? Any idea if it's safer down here?
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[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-10 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Midnight grins. Yep. It's ~*all about him*~. ]

I'd regale you of all of the trials I've gone through to become the absolute specimen of a man I am today, but I'd also hate to see you leave me. Suffice to say that you have me on the ropes, Miss Gebura, you really do. You'll have me stuttering like a lovestruck schoolboy before long. Not many demand this much honesty from me, frankly speaking.
unrequite: (12)

oh shit let's go 👏 gl!

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-10 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He stays near the front, looking at the snack selection without any real interest, then meanders over to home and bathroom items. He begins to look at first-aid care, tossing bandages and gauze into his bag alongside his drinks. ]

I've been upside, but I'm afraid I haven't had enough experience with this kind of quiet to tell you what's safer. The people I've met seem civil enough. No worse for the wear, even if it's been a few weeks since their arrival.

Is there anything to look for? [ Midnight turns to check on the strange Miss's progress through the alcohol section. Height privilege, all he has to do is look for the top of her head. ] I've a little military training, but I can't say that protocol covers large-scale kidnappings.

[ He doesn't sound unreasonably upset, at least. Whether it's reassuring or not, the pressure of being somewhere new and strange doesn't appear to be causing him great distress. ]
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[personal profile] meowbel 2023-07-10 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, you mean the pizzas, the burgers and these things? Eh, I just happened to find them and I couldn't really decide which one to eat.

[Looking at the arrangement before them, she gave a shrug. Granted, she was still hungry but this seems a little bit more important right now!]

But if we can't decide on what to eat, I can always try to make something up! Maybe I can make an ice cream pizza? Oh, oh, or maybe even some nacho cheeseburgers too!

[With each sentence, her voice was getting higher with excitement! She can't wait to get started making some junk food!]

And maybe with some of my special Mabel juice if we manage to find the ingredients for it too!
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[personal profile] meowbel 2023-07-10 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Miss Mabel? OOohh, I feel so fancy being called that! Then should I call you Mr. Daan?

[She said with a giggle or two. As she lets go, she was still a little suspicious of him. Hopefully, he was friendly enough to help her out.]

But that's fine with me, I couldn't find much of anything. I even put the paper against the light like a weirdo and still found nothing! They're making it really difficult to solve this mystery!

[And all with a frustrated sigh too!!]
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[personal profile] meowbel 2023-07-10 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Sunflower seeds? You're a lot healthier than I am, I just eat potato chips since they looked good!

[But then again, didn't adults usually eat healthier foods? Tilting her head to the side, she certainly seemed like one of those 'serious' adults. However, who was she to judge when she didn't look like a weirdo herself?

Regardless, she gave a giggle or two.]


Nah, it's supposed to rhyme with your name! It's a lot harder than you think! Did you know how much I had to think of something that goes with your name at the top of my head?