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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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100more: (c27)

[personal profile] 100more 2023-07-11 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
[The threat level of this man would probably be quite low from the looks of him. Perhaps he’s fit enough, but he has a mild-mannered way about him that doesn’t communicate a threat.

His offer of water would be given to anyone, but yes, she looks shaken, so he offered. When Gamora doesn’t accept the bottle, Hob just… holds on to it. A bit awkwardly. He will answer her questions as best he can.]


Not by choice. A group of us arrived one month ago, here at the station. From what I’ve gathered, everyone was unconscious and woke up on the train, then got left here. We don’t know where we are or who brought us here. They haven’t made themselves known.
monstercoat: ([37])

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa | BSD

[personal profile] monstercoat 2023-07-11 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
I. Train station

[It was as if he had woken up from a bad nightmare. The shock quaked through his body as his eyes flexed wide open returning to the present. The train ride was quiet with only the sound of his beating heart. He had taken a couple breaths, calming himself, while processing in his mind the reasons why he was here. Whatever the answer was, he couldn’t wait. Just as the train made its first stop, he didn’t hesitate for a second to leave.

Stepping out was a young tall slender man with an over dark coat. His attire is identical to a Victorian. His expression remained still and unchanged. Though in his onyx eyes, they sought for answers. As he stepped out further, the coughs he suppressed left, he covered his mouth, hacking lightly to clear his air pipe. Once he felt his cough subdued, both hands were tucked away in his pockets. His patience ran thin for answers.]


Excuse me. [Finally, someone.] I’m looking for a name, preferably this city and why am I here.

II. Restaurant

[To find certain sweets to his liking felt coincidental, yet rather ominous with the lack of staff (none at all). Well, he planned not to keep his stomach famished much longer, so he took the bait. With what pamphlets he gathered from the tourist center and the people he talked to, it was time to take a break with a cup of tea and some fig. Gathering information wasn’t his cup of tea, but here he is.

Anyone who dared to step closer to his table will meet with a sudden rush of a dark mattered tether inches away from their body. It wasn’t because he felt some threat from the person, he simply trusted no one. He also happened to learn later his tether distance shortened, and other things regarding his skill. The tether discharged some dark cackling electricity as it remained hovered in the air. The tethered followed back to the young man’s coat while the young mafioso emotion remained quiet and dull.]


Is there something you want from me?

III. Bowling

[If he was honest with himself, he wasn’t sure why he bothered to come here. The building felt alluring. Here he was, competing with a random stranger.

When it was his turn. He picked up the ball with his tethered dark clothing which manifested from his coat, and ready to unleash it. Was it cheating? Possibly. Was it of any concern? No.]


IV. Wildcard

[Go wild or PM me ideas.]
justlethal: (024)

[personal profile] justlethal 2023-07-11 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Is there an answer there, how they all arrive? Is it... it cannot be something to do with the Soul Stone, Gamora thinks. They cannot all be sacrifices, can they? Her thoughts turn inward, trying to make sense of it all. If anything, it is frustrating, not that she expects answers to just fall into her lap. It has never been that easy.]

A month ago? You have not found anyone who was here before then?

[Although it is easy enough lie about it, isn't it? Pretend, blend in. For what purpose, Gamora still cannot fathom. There are plenty of possibilities, although few make sense.]
unrequite: (05)

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-11 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ Midnight makes an affirmative noise in response — yes, anywhere, you'll see — then giggles, shocked by the intensity of how much he really meant that. Gracious. He'd judge himself if he hadn't trained that sort of embarrassment out of himself long ago. The only shame he's capable of would be the sort that sets out clear boundaries, reminds him that no one feels the way he does about strangers, and that he certainly doesn't need to go around breaking hearts willy-nilly. For shame, Midnight. Imagine if this wasn't just a pleasant dream. Imagine if you weren't forgivably drunk. Don't say these things in real life. You'll scare decent folk off.

Midnight likes this game. He likes to pretend that people are exactly what they promise to be. ]


Who could ever mistake you for someone awful?

[ But he obediently sits, then reclines on his side, makeshift cushion under his head against the back of the seat, feet sticking out of the booth and into the walkway, but otherwise perfectly comfortable with doing what he's told. ]

Please don't take too long with the water. I'll worry.

[ His eyes are half-lidded, his voice is soft. This is not intentional. He just wants to make sure that, if Lan Xichen does end up being a nice dream of a gentle Yanese stranger, he'll get to see him for as long as possible before he vanishes. ]
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unrequite: (06)

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-11 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ Midnight laughs, but doesn't argue. Why would he? It's true. Well, true enough, anyway.

Later, he'll tell Roland that he doesn't hit on people unless he means it. Right now, he's too antsy and nervous for a full explanation. It's cute, but he'd definitely misunderstand Midnight's point. ]


... You know, Miss Gebura said the exact same thing earlier today. Do you know her? The most stunning, radiant woman. The way she stares at you, like she can see the very geography of your soul with a single glance...

[ He puts a hand to his heart and staggers hard. It's a very real stagger. He's too drunk to pretend. ]

Devastating. Just, brutal. Have you ever seen her smile? Tell me what that's like.
unrequite: (05)

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-11 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Midnight never said that this stranger enjoyed the enforced solitude, but it's not a part of his point, nor does he think that the stranger needs to be prodded back into whatever boundary he's made for himself, so he cracks open his fresh can and drinks to trying to blend in instead. (It's a mental toast. It's not the sort of thing one says out loud.) ]

My name's Midnight, by the way. Midnight, of Rhodes Island. Civilian operative.

[ He looks at the stranger and extends his hand for a shake. (It's the left hand.) ]

What can I call you?
standformyself: (Share?)

[personal profile] standformyself 2023-07-11 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
[The Dog on the other hand? Oh, she likes it quite a lot. For a being as ancient as she, even if she is just a hand me down broken off sort of an aspect, she doesn't tend to act her age. Where is the fun in that? Where is the fun in just walking down the beaten and worn path? Where is the fun in just giving the answer?

There is a quizzical twitch of one ear at that statement, regarding him with that curious expression. The Dog licks a lot, especially surprise licks, but she is a dog after all (or so she would claim).]


What are you licking?
standformyself: (. . . . food?)

[personal profile] standformyself 2023-07-11 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
[She knows far more about Charter Magic and Free Magic. The rest has come along somewhere along the centuries. She does like she read and watch, although there is much that she still hasn't seen in the world. Perhaps that will come later, in another story, as at the moment, her current chapter is done.]

And is it a bad thing if they cannot have us clicking yes or no?

[They'd been much like her. Wiley and non-answering. Honestly, it's a little frustrating when she is on the receiving end of it.]

Care about... being reached?
standformyself: (wet kisses)

[personal profile] standformyself 2023-07-11 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
You're only lost if you have a destination.

[It's mumbled softly, although audibly. And it may not be something that he is expecting. She tends to be like this though. Expect the unexpected when it comes to the Dog. Honestly, she hadn't lasted this long playing a sniffer dog, but there had been a little more going on then. She had had a destination at that point, all of them had.

Now?

It's not she had really had any plans. Tromp around Death. Slink along the Gates. Perhaps chase some things that needed to be chased, and keep an eye on her mistress- not that she would be aware of that fact. At least not yet. One day the Dog will dance at her wedding, and perhaps make others 'dance' as well. She can hardly be properly behaved when she is disreputable.]
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[personal profile] furibund 2023-07-11 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nebula's not one to startle easily. Not raised the way she was - they were. Pain and scolding were synonymous with growing up under Thanos and his parental guiding hand. Even now, years later, with Thanos dead and her half-healed... She still finds discomfort with tenderness and other affections. It's easier with the Guardians and with her sister, hadn't their roles been reversed? It's harder, but in different ways. ]

[ So she doesn't expect Gamora's movements any more than she had all those years ago, but she's grown in her own ways. She doesn't flinch or pull back a fist, even if she still stands stiffly for a moment. Just a moment, because the movement is slow and awkward, but she does choose to half hug her back. ]

[ Her voice is a gruff grunt as she asks: ]

Why?
thefinalpower: (POWER17)

[personal profile] thefinalpower 2023-07-11 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sorry Yoshida, your life just gets more and more complicated!

For what it's worth, Power is well aware of [redacted for spoilers], but she is considering this place as a neat bonus vacation, and not questioning things too much! That said, hell yes, free food. Power inspects the slice of cake in front of her, possibly wary of vegetables, before tearing into it. ]


Mmgph! Who made the food, though?
lickstheevidence: (Default)

[personal profile] lickstheevidence 2023-07-11 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Maybe that's the difference between one so old and one so young? Connor has only been activated for four months now, give or take. As an android programmed to be a detective, he also finds it disconcerting being no closer to any answers than he was when he first arrived. His own head tilts again, eyes squinting as he watches her watching him.]

Samples, mostly. Blood, mostly, both red and blue. But I sample all kinds of substances, both organic and inorganic, to determine their composition. I want to create a new database for myself, as I'm no longer connected to Cyberlife or the DPD's servers.

[He may even lick his own arm to test her saliva when she's finished licking him.]
thefinalpower: (POWER26)

[personal profile] thefinalpower 2023-07-11 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
'Tis simple. You just rear back and throw.

[ Power shrugs, as if the answer really is that obvious, then takes a step back and waves a hand at her lane. ]

Here, I've already defeated your pins, you try it in mine.
broca: (9)

[personal profile] broca 2023-07-11 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Not helping, but technically not hurting either? Midnight has never done anything to particularly offend Broca, and he's certainly not enraged by whatever strange standing around in this obviously empty store that he's opting to do.

It's just... it's just that Broca's resting face is a sight to behold, and not exactly in a positive way. It makes him come off more intense than he necessarily intends, and the way he's moving right now doesn't help.

At least when he finally comes to a stop, it's a few feet away from Midnight, giving him plenty of wiggle room to step back further if he wants. Broca's not making any aggressive gestures towards him either, though that intense look on his face hasn't disappeared.
]

Are there any others?

[ That's not meant as a response to they last thing Midnight said either. He wants to know if there are other operators, but he's leaving that question hanging in the air without further elaboration.

Nailing this communication business right now.
]
standformyself: (No bunnies?)

[personal profile] standformyself 2023-07-11 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
[She'll test her wings later, literally. She does like to have her own surprises, and such things as wings or suckers on her feet happen to fall under that. She still has her collar though, not that she changes in personality like a certain little feline would have. Although said feline is now unbound, having finally made a proper choice. Life.]

Rabbits to chase? Best place to find a ham bone? Any puddles to bath in?
thefinalpower: (POWER20)

[personal profile] thefinalpower 2023-07-11 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ She sits up straighter, crossing her arms over her chest and tilting her chin up to give Kim a lofty, imperious look. He's probably taller than her, so Power is taking advantage of the height that the countertop gives her while she can. ]

You behold a Fiend! That's a Devil inhabiting a human body.

[ She says this with great relish, as if everyone knows what a Devil is. ]
justlethal: (135)

[personal profile] justlethal 2023-07-11 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Why?

Why not.

Why?

Because she can.

Why?

Because there are so many moments lost.

A part of her thinks to question it all, to ponder if it is some test. If it is, to hell with it and any implications. Yet Nebula is solid and whole, does not vanish beneath her fingertips as she thought that she might. For a moment, a few heart beats, it can all go away, blown like particles on the wind, before reality does start to creep back in. She isn't a dreamer, although she may have hoped for a world without one like Thanos. A lofty goal and perhaps it is hubris that had been her downfall.

She pulls back, only ever so, hands resting on her shoulders unless Nebula steps away. It is confusion, and perhaps shame that crosses through Gamora's eyes for a moment.]


Thanos- did he...?

[He might not need her for another sacrifice, but that doesn't mean that he wouldn't inflict hurt if it suited his means. Kill her in turn, whether though a purposeful intent or by an uncaring result.]
unrequite: (03)

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-11 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's either a testament to or a condemnation of the amount of life-threatening situations Midnight's been in that he doesn't just crawl on top of the checkout counter behind him and use the cash register for cover.

(A condemnation, probably, given that more than a few of those situations had been self-inflicted. Look, he understands that no means no, and he respects that for some women, a no looks like grabbing him by the throat and throwing him across the mess hall. It's very hot and sexy of them to enforce their boundaries so clearly, honestly.)

No, all he does is put his bag in front of him protectively and clear his throat, glancing around for these hypothetical others. ]


Others...? Are we under attack?

[ Why else would a fellow operator look that intense in his vicinity? Midnight understands there could be several other options here, but he needs to consider any possible danger first. (Probably. That's what the good drill sergeant would say, right? Please be proud of him, Sgt. Dobermann, he needs that validation.) ]
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ii

[personal profile] luminously 2023-07-11 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
( Futaba won't be without help for long. Once Zelda catches sight of her struggling, she steps forward to pick up some of the fallen food, leaning downwards to gently stack the food together to make it easier to carry.

When she speaks, her tone is almost soft. )


... Excuse me, would you mind if I offered my assistance?

( She can understand if she says no. They don't know one another, after all. But, it's difficult for Zelda to ignore someone who needs help. )
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[personal profile] furibund 2023-07-11 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ [ Gamora pulls back with a lingering touch, but Nebula takes the step further back. Arms folding across her chest as she lets her weight take to one side and her brows snap together. Both brows, not just the one - her face free of most of its mechanical nature, more human. Older, to Gamora, but for her Gamora doesn't look much older than the last time she saw her. ]

It's the question that she asks with it's lingering meaning; For this Gamora, their father is still alive. When? How? Who? It doesn't matter. ]


Thanos is dead.

[ Firm, she may be lighter now but there is no way a past, present, or future her would joke about that. ]

[ But it does matter - she does matter, so she asks: ]

What happened to you?

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[personal profile] matermali 2023-07-11 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ah, a laugh from the youth recently facing execution; Vanessa does aim to please (when it suits).

'Tourist Center' is more of a joke than anything she could manage, but then so was City Hall. Vanessa can't figure out the play here, if this is Lucifer's doing. Nothing here is familiar, and if here trying to unsettle her, he could do so much worse. What is this?

...What is that?

It takes a lot to make Vanessa's composure falter, and there's both suspicion and a strange glee that causes her to lean in close beside her new companion when the words pop up on the contraption. They can speak to it? She's about to find out. ]


Can you ask it why we are here?
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matermali: (182)

[personal profile] matermali 2023-07-11 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Vanessa doesn't care to adopt any name other than her own, but nothing he offers strikes her the way she had expected. At this point, puzzlement is exhausting. But so it is the status quo of her life, is it not? If her features soften, it's only for that and not for any sort of interest in what he's actually here for. Surely.

The first two names garner no visible reaction, but there is a head tilt at the last one. Not something the standard Londoner would guess (if he's actually guessing and not mocking), but he never tried to appear anything of the sort. ]


Why Elspeth?
thefinalpower: (pic#15858118)

cw for chainsaw man spoilers!

[personal profile] thefinalpower 2023-07-11 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ God. How does she answer this? Power isn't really sure how to describe Aki, at this point. She leans forward, crossing her arms and resting them on top of the gravestone. ]

He was... he was a friend. [ Had she ever called him that when he was alive? ] A human. He cooked for us, and we lived in his apartment. He died several months ago.
centile: (26)

[personal profile] centile 2023-07-11 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
That's true. I guess I underestimated bowling. [he kind of assumed you just rolled the ball, he has truly learned a valuable lesson on this day. hey, he's perked up a little in his bland way though- he can get better. and daan can obviously teach him to do so.

this is more instruction than none at all, and it gets a nod with each new fact. weight of the ball? that made sense, now that he thought of it. he just sort of picked one up and dragged it over.

this time he tries a few before picking on that seemed easier to hold, turning to daan for his verdict. it is a neon monstrosity of a ball, if that helps any. then he watches and boy, he looks impressed by this split. to be fair he hit literally nothing so this quite the feat in comparison.]


I think so. [though-] How do you get both pins down when they're so far apart like that?

[surely there's some vast bowling secret trick shot.]
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[personal profile] matermali 2023-07-11 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ She had to figure it out as much as answering their questionnaire on arrival, but she had paid no personal mind to the frivolous answers she rushed out. Her only goal was to get beyond the doors, not share her secrets. The familiarity he has with it is unexpected, but then she knows she must think of what that may mean. It's an uncomfortable concept, even for one who is familiar with the existence of other realms.

For now, Vanessa keeps her focus on his instruction, folding her arms while fighting back the urge to lean in closer so she can better see the screen. Her eyesight is keen, but the words are small. The concept of using it for communication among her fellow captives is more disconcerting than so much else, but she had figured out just as much. What she doesn't know is exactly how to use it in such a manner.

Oh, she knows how to use telephones. This is not a telephone. ]


So I see. If we are to use the devices that our captors left us to exchange missives— [ She hopes everyone else realizes how mad that sounds. ] —then it would be best to keep anything of note away from them until we can better understand where it is they came from. We do not know who may be spying.

[ Which their captor surely is. What other point would there be in having a living dollhouse? ]

But it may be apt for necessity. Should you find anything unusual during your hunt, I would request you bring it to me so that I can attempt to read it. [ Or bring her to it, if that's necessary. ] ...If you would not mind showing me how to use this for private exchanges?

[ It's an almost sheepish request, somewhat embarrassed that she doesn't know how to use it, but the pinch in her lips is to repress the barest urge to smile again, and this time because it is so fascinating. Even if it is a tool from their enemy, how can she not be curious about how it works? ]
Edited (that was some questionable word salad i wrote that even i could barely decipher. sorry i think i was half asleep last night) 2023-07-11 19:03 (UTC)