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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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limbical: (who who tried to sing)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-12 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah. That is fascinating, but Daan doesn't seem to be particularly shocked either. Thoughtful, if anything.

And there is admittedly some relief that the mind reading seems to not be that deep; he wasn't thrilled with the idea that someone could root around in his mind.]


I see. Useful to know for those with abilities, that they won't be nearly as strong as usual.

I find that interesting, actually. That might suggest a few different possibilities, but... hm. All we can seem to do is speculate until we find an answer either way for this whole mess.
4libaba: (surprise)

[personal profile] 4libaba 2023-07-12 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, um! Thank you!

[Please help her, she's just a goblin stuck in the big outdoors.]

I should've brought a bag, I think... I'm sorry for the bother.

[Is that what you're supposed to say? Then again, this lady is clearly some kind of elf. Maybe she's from a video game or a fantasy anime. Did Futaba get hit by a bus and wind up isekai'd into a world where she's still herself but elves are everywhere? Questions of our time to be sure.]
mollymocks: (09)

[personal profile] mollymocks 2023-07-12 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
Shuffle, cut, whatever you like. Just handle the cards for a bit, let them get to know your intentions.

[ And give Molly a good moment or so to really study him while Seimei is distracted. In part to give him something to start from in order to do a proper reading, but also just to try and get the measure of the man. There's something there, he has too familiar a smile for Molly not to pick up on that, but past that it's all just hunches.

But hunches tend to serve him well. ]


While you're at it, think of a question you'd like answered. As vague or specific as you'd like.
mollymocks: (06)

[personal profile] mollymocks 2023-07-12 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ And Molly has to pause to give him a severe look for it, but there's no actual intensity behind it. Mostly it's a teasing sort of scold. ]

Now now, you can't just expect for everything to be laid out for you so easily, can you? You'll have to put a bit of effort in, I'm afraid. Decide for yourself what it all means.

[ As if Molly isn't making it all up anyway. But it is true that half of how it works is the customer deciding for themselves how they connect with everything. ]

Shall I keep going or are you done with me already?
killed: (pic♯16084291)

[personal profile] killed 2023-07-12 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
Ahaha... Not quite, but it would be grow tiring to point out all the oddities of it each and every time the subject comes up. That much is self-explanatory, don't you think? Rather, I'm waiting to have something of more value to say, or otherwise for someone to have more to say themselves.

[ It's a bit long winded, but that really does summarize his demeanor. Besides, if he starts to panic and go off about how confusing it all is then it'll only make anyone he speaks with focus on that rather than anything that might be of actual use.

He twirls his straw. Humans can adapt to anything if just given time, they can even learn languages through simple immersion. He glances away for just a moment, his smile twitching, then adds, ]


But truth be told, it doesn't feel right without all the hustle and bustle that you normally see in these places... I do miss the sound of crowds and the liveliness of the city.

[ Found the city boy. ]
sweetsong: do not take any. ty. (124)

[personal profile] sweetsong 2023-07-12 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ hm. well, not everyone is blessed with a voice like his, but phantom's is pretty pleasant to his ears. ]

Yeah! I guess I'd say it would be for me... I love singing.

[ hand over his heart, robin sighs softly. ]

But it's more fun with others than it is by myself.
centile: (33)

[personal profile] centile 2023-07-12 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
[well, she's right. once again he is slapped in the face with the special brand of emotional damage that came from being this uniquely bad at bowling. forget being kidnapped and in a strange place he doesn't recognize, this is the thing he needs a moment to process.]

Ah... I'm not sure what I did wrong. [everything. he did everything wrong. the way he held it, the way he tried to roll it, the way he almost stepped in the lane and almost slipped. everything.]
ihavecharacter: (02)

[personal profile] ihavecharacter 2023-07-12 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[There is a darkness to his expression at the question of witches, which has nothing to do with Vanessa and everything to do with things from home. His left hand extends and then flexes. There is a ring on the ring finger, which is his only link to immortality.]

I know only two and only one of them is still living. [A beat.] And that was the result of the other witch I know. I was pushed down a well by the one that is still living. [Though, she is currently up to her neck in salt. He figures it is best not to mention that.]
fullgauntlet: <user name=michrure> (pic#14849429)

[personal profile] fullgauntlet 2023-07-12 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, yes- it's been... Almost a whole month now.

[Izuku isn't exactly sure what Shoto means by it hasn't been that long since they last seen each other. Izuku chaulks that up to how bizarre this place is and he wouldn't be surprised if some sort to time fluctuation was happening between this place and the real world. But he'll try to explain that to his friend in time.]

A glass of water sounds great right about now. [He glances over Shoto's shoulder back into the empty apartment.] We should be safe here to talk. And from what I've noticed all the apartments have perfectly running water too.

[He reaches out to pat his friend's shoulder and then heads inside to find a couch to catch his breath. Because he knows if he starts talking he won't stop.]

I barely know where to start with all of this.
fullgauntlet: <user name=michrure> (pic#14849477)

[personal profile] fullgauntlet 2023-07-12 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Mystery- What?

[Izuku can't really blame her for being suspicious? He was pretty suspicious when he first arrived her too?! So he pats his chest.]

Ahhh... I guess I can't really prove anything to you if you don't want to trust me. But I swear to you on my heart as a hero that I'm not lying or saying anything suspicious.

[The burger is real and delicious, scout's honour!]
mollymocks: (03)

[personal profile] mollymocks 2023-07-12 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ He shrugs, seemingly completely at ease. But he hasn't missed that slight relaxing, and frankly he'll take what he can get. Too much tension isn't good for anyone, especially not when it's aimed at him. ]

Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?

[ Does there need to be anything more than that? He seems genuinely baffled by the question, under the nonchalant amusement. ]

Shall I keep going? I can probably find more.
killed: (pic♯15756306)

[personal profile] killed 2023-07-12 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
It is... Men die twice; the first time when they draw their last breath, the second when last time someone says his name

[ He brushes his thumb on the faded letters, but no amount of time and care will restore it. He dusts his hands off and places his hands on his knees before pushing himself back up. He looks to the other man properly now. ]

Do you not want to be remembered?

[ He is curious. It might be easier that way. ]
killed: (pic♯15756468)

[personal profile] killed 2023-07-12 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ how he's just dug from up fr
.
Hiyori raises his can in return, letting them click together before taking another small sip. It's bitter, but bearable. This one certainly is energetic. ]


You're too kind. I'm grateful for the well wishes. It's been a bit difficult being so far away from home, but to have such fine company does make it better... [ He blinks a couple times, then chuckles, ] Oh, but I don't believe I caught your name!
fullgauntlet: <user name=asdagfsd> (14328983)

[personal profile] fullgauntlet 2023-07-12 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Izuku's brain is already going a million miles a minute to sort out this plan. He nods with every note that Gorou says and adds,]

We can get some notebooks so we can keep logs and...

[It's a big plan! And a lot to think about. They really did run off with that idea. But it's so refreshing to meet someone he can brainstorm so easily with.]

Ahh...! Right. It's nice to meet you, Gorou-san. I'm Midoriya Izuku.
fullgauntlet: <user name=michrure> (pic#14849484)

[personal profile] fullgauntlet 2023-07-12 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Izuku sweatdrops.]

Ahh... Sorry, you're right. I just thought since you already punched it once.

[He shakes his head. Then he comes up to the kiosk machine. He inspects it carefully first.]

But this place does have a hamper on things like our skills and strengths if that's what you're wondering.
kampfgeist: (sigh | what a headache)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-07-12 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
That part, I don't know yet. [ he hasn't gotten too far into the setup of his own device—enough to have roughly sussed out its uses, but not enough to figure out the choosing of display names or like. this would be easier if they just had numbers they could save as contacts, but nooo...

he pushes the device back over her way so she can play with it if she wants to. ]


You had to pick a display name when you left the train, right? [ heine did, anyway. ] So it'll probably use that. I'll figure out if you can change it later.

[ but he can only assume that the prospect of going completely incognito is off the table, given that both display name and device were provided by whoever kidnapped them to this place. ]
killed: (pic♯15756468)

[personal profile] killed 2023-07-12 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Sou Hiyori. It's a pleasure to meet you, Laffite-kun.

[ He holds his hand out for a shake. He seems like the earnest sort, perhaps a bit too trusting, but that's not all that bad. It's not good to be too sheltered, but nor to grow up too fast. It has to be done gently so that they don't grow up jaded. ]

Since you mentioned it... I've actually been thinking about setting up a clinic here. People need a place to go to for routine care, and well, accidents and illness do happen.
killed: (pic♯16034365)

ii

[personal profile] killed 2023-07-12 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
Have you found you grave yet? I thought I had mine earlier, but it was just my imagination.

[ He runs his hand along one of the gravestones as he passes along. It's difficult to say whether he's being serious or not when his eyes are fixed on the one before him, but no matter how long he stares no name appears. It's something one sees in stories, a premonition shown to the hapless protagonist. They approach and, ah, there it is - their final place of rest!

Hiyori doesn't mind the idea. He's already seen his grave, not here, but back home. It's there for him to visit any time. There's a soft sigh as he takes his hand back and takes a step away from the headstone and closer to the stranger. He looks young, perhaps six or seven years younger than Hiyori - just enough for him to make note of it. ]


You shouldn't linger here too long. There's nothing to be found, and you'll only upset yourself.
gripper: eat up, if you're lucky you won't rot (07)

[personal profile] gripper 2023-07-12 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
( ...it's violating a certain ethics treaty. whoever created it went against those express and correct wishes. )

I'm not interested in having tea with one of your kind. ( so she makes no move to sit, but the questions will continue. ) What was your supposed purpose?
ihavecharacter: (14)

[personal profile] ihavecharacter 2023-07-12 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps there was a time when people would give gifts, but I have not really done so myself." He has suffered too much, prayed too much as a child for him to truly believe in God's power in all truth. Perhaps, he cannot deny his existence, but he is not a merciful God. So much was taken from him. "I have not been to church in some time." Over 130 years.

He smiles. "Perhaps they will. I cannot say. I have no real experience with such beings. Monsters and Revenants. So far no real demons, but I imagine it is only a matter of time." He has yet to fight against quite so many things as he will come to fight.

"I have not seen it do good without consequences or some form of payment that one might not really want to pay." He paid with Wyatt's friendship and spent a very long time at the bottom of a well feeling the loss of a man who he felt was a brother. The Iron Witch was perhaps as good as he had seen. "Those that do good seem far more likely to be killed anyway." He can sense the annoyance and all he has to say for it is a slight shrug. "Guess that is the way of the world. Those that are not afraid to do ill towards others have a harder time surviving." He is just as guilty of that as anyone else and he has no magic to blame it on.
ihavecharacter: (12)

[personal profile] ihavecharacter 2023-07-12 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
"I have not spent much time on the locomotives. I have always much preferred a horse. At least I understand them far better." There's a slight shrug. Doc, himself, has certainly never traveled by portal. And he has not driven a car since he got kidnapped from his own car before the party at the Winter Solstice.

He breathes out his nose, an amused sound more than anything else. "Darlin', I can promise you would not wish to see the skeletons in my closet." He goes to tip his hat again, sighing slightly.

"I am not used to findin' myself without my hat. It seems I am at quite a loss."
centile: (84)

[personal profile] centile 2023-07-12 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
[the mystery of if he's just being blunt or he's maybe making fun of reigen a little. even this mystery is a bit of a relief. sometimes mob thinks of the fact that when he really, really needs help reigen often finds his way there, even if mob didn't ask, even if he told everyone to stay back.

here they are again, in a place mob's mostly been trying not to think too much of, given it bits of it remind him a little too much of another grim, lonely world he'd rather not dwell on. but master reigen wandered his way in yet again.

yes, something to consider another time, maybe. gratitude and all that.]


Maybe we got kidnapped. [normal style. well, 'normal.' yes, this seems extremely unlikely but without anything to work with why not? he lets reigen steer him out, glancing around the area that is just as quiet and empty as it was before.]

No. Well... not really. In that room at the Claw Headquarters I couldn't really sense anything. I can still use my powers though.

[that said it didn't feel right. he glances to his hand a moment, trying to figure out why it didn't feel right.] Master, do you feel strange here?
absurdgrudge: (looking away)

[personal profile] absurdgrudge 2023-07-12 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Shrug. Maybe it's just that he doesn't want to believe that somehow, Maruki managed to keep going after everything. In any case, he doesn't actually have a rebuttal, so he'll smoothly go along with the subject change.

He stares at her, calculating.]


I take it you saying that means Al-Azif isn't accessible? [He can't reach his other selves either, so.]
4libaba: (uhuhuhu)

[personal profile] 4libaba 2023-07-12 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Finally, she has a student to take under her wing. She has no qualifications in teaching him about how not to suck at bowling but she gets the feeling this guy gets mentored by unqualified losers all the time.]

Mweheheheh. Worry not. I will guide you.

Pick up another ball.
4libaba: (pic#16582533)

[personal profile] 4libaba 2023-07-12 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
Looking at graves too.

[This girl has an odd air about her.]

Do you recognize the names? Or, think you recognize the names?