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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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standformyself: (wet kisses)

[personal profile] standformyself 2023-07-13 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[It's not like the Dog suddenly changes. She remains there, a black and tan mutt, not moving towards him or away from him. Rather her tail gives a little sheepish wag, as if to say oops, did I talk? There is a little glance from out of the corner of her eyes to regard him, much like a dog who is watching someone eat who has been told not to do that.]

I mean, you look like you could use a doctor, or a nap.
unimportant: (o2WqZQM)

[personal profile] unimportant 2023-07-13 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ The noise doesn't bother Yuki, and she has little issue hearing once she leans in closer as Shoko starts shouting. She's used to clubbing in the evenings and most of them are a lot louder. The point there is less to talk and more to drink after all. A bowling alley is comparatively quaint. Family friendly even! ]

A few weeks? That's inconvenient, given everything going on.

[ The entire incident in Shibuya... she's a little down about being taken out right after it settled. For one, Kenjaku is planning something that needs to be stopped. For another, she was about to try and see Tengen again after so many years. ]

I also arrived in the morning. This city seems impressive, but it's so empty! Kind of a letdown honestly. I thought I'd get to meet something even beyond humans here.
unrequite: (01)

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-13 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ He does. Midnight turns the screen back to himself, saves the username to whatever address book the network has internally, then bookmarks the post for future perusal. ]

Everyone is quite a large amount of people. And if it comes down to it, I'd much rather ask for help from a neighbor who cares a bit too much rather than too little.

[ Midnight takes a sip from his can, sets it down next to his leg, and turns to face Gregor. He smiles a very small smile, but it reaches his eyes, at least. ]

You're welcome to do the same, you know, although I haven't any idea what I could do for you. Terribly new and all that. Here, this one's mine—

[ He pulls up his own profile and shows Gregor his username:

The Seventh Crown of the Seventh Demon King

as though it's the most normal username in the entire world. Just, zero self-awareness. ]
horrifictie: game art (Intellect)

[personal profile] horrifictie 2023-07-13 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ PERCEPTION (TASTE) - You take a couple sips before lowering the can. It's just cheap alcohol. Not top quality, but it doesn't taste like warm piss either.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You'd rather have your sweet red wine to swig down. Thinking about it makes the taste of the beer even more disappointing.
]

It's a mediocre beer. [ He says that, and then takes a couple more sips. ] Hmm. It'll do. What, you don't like it?
matermali: (171)

[personal profile] matermali 2023-07-13 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ The sight of her name alongside nearly makes her scowl, but Vanessa resists like she has with so much else in her short miserable life. She shouldn't be surprised. If anything, this only makes her feel more assured that witchcraft is involved. The knowing is a comfort in its own. She reaches for her device before glancing to his. ]

A stray, is it?

[ A thought that brings back that pinch in her breast as another who has never belonged. Throughout her life, how long has she wandered from place to place just to find the strength to take just one— more— step?

She has her friends, would even call some family, but that bed would always be as temporary as all of the others. They would never accept her completely. No matter what Ethan says, she knows they would do anything to stop her ugliness from being unleashed if they had to; as they should and as she would pray for. But deeper, even deeper than that, the longer she walks this path the more she worries that she might one day abandon prayer just for a scrap of what little love has been offered, no matter how twisted. What would the world matter when there is no color?

Down both paths lie their own form of ruin. An understanding she carries but will never be content with. She has never been content. Not even with Mina.

Vanessa would never readily refer to herself as a beast, but she is and she can understand the life of never knowing a real home where monsters can be loved and cherished for what they truly are. She appreciates the choice. It makes her no less sad; for the both of them. Vengeance is unlikely to lead anyone to a place called home. ]


In your own way, you have the heart of a poet, Mr. Rammsteiner.

[ It's offered with a half-smile, almost something approaching a gentle humor, before she slips her device back into her bag. ]

I will be certain to contact you in turn, should I discover anything that you may make use of. Have you yet decided where you will be resting when not on the hunt?

[ She will not say 'live' or 'stay'. Vanessa plans to do neither of those things. ]
horrifictie: game art (the bear)

[personal profile] horrifictie 2023-07-13 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ EMPATHY - The girl seems to be in a state of stupor now. Does it have to do with the statue? ]

I'm not sure. I think it might be?

[ When he takes a moment to think about it, he doesn't know what compels him to pull the vines off the woman. He wasn't really thinking about that, not as much as the task itself. ]
Edited 2023-07-13 02:08 (UTC)
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[personal profile] horrifictie 2023-07-13 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - There's no way he can be so *delicate*. Even the average child can pick up a bowling ball! ]

Yeah, well it is! Try picking it up again. Actually use your arm strength.
possessum: (the light that once was yellow is grey)

his busted up face is here for you, always....

[personal profile] possessum 2023-07-13 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Peter's taking the other in, dazed, recognising at least that it's clearly a kid leaning down there staring at him. (Where'd he come from...? There's kids here?)

It's hard to tell ages outright, but the boy could maybe be around Charlie's age. It's a thought Peter can't really form or process on one level, but some part of him knows it, thinks it, and he feels something hitch inside of himself with a different kind of pain. He's giving a small gasp, and then the boy's suddenly gone again, and Peter stays there, staring out into the bowling alley, stunned. He doesn't know how much time passes, but manages to pull himself up off of the floor enough to tuck one arm beneath himself, prop himself up just a little bit.

And then the boy's back, holding something in his hands. Peter stares mutely at him, then slowly looks down to the item, its contents.... It's help, he says. Things to help. Like pill bottles and bandaids, and the older boy's mouth stays tipped open for a few long moments before he finally speaks again.
]

Thanks. [ Another soft groan, and he's slowly shifting to try and sit up even more. Though he's still mostly under the table.... this is his cave, it's fine. ]

I think something bad happened to me.
catmemes: (03)

[personal profile] catmemes 2023-07-13 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ That makes sense, if he's a kami. Kai gives a slow nod of understanding, even though it's clear he doesn't entirely get the issue with how Tsuru appears. Seems sensible enough for the spirit world. ]

People may not know you here.

[ He sounds almost apologetic, but Kai definitely knows what it's like to suddenly lose respect, and it can be jarring. Tsuru doesn't seem too bothered, but he also hasn't been here long. ]
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[personal profile] catmemes 2023-07-13 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ The first already has him shaking his head as he sits back. ]

No animals here. [ No regular ones, at least. When Kai himself is the closest thing to local fauna, there's definitely a problem. ] There's probably food in the restaurants, no one cares if you take it. I don't know if it rains, but there's running water in the apartments.

[ Really it's a free-for-all, so long as you don't mind the echoing emptiness. ]

Nothing to stop you from going where you want as long as you don't try to leave. Except the other arrivals, I guess.
centile: (3)

[personal profile] centile 2023-07-13 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
I think so too. [yeah, it's pretty much guaranteed something really, really terrible happened here. he'd be worried something happened in this city that doesn't feel like anything at all, that has no ghosts and no people that weren't stolen, but that one man had been hurt on arrival too. maybe that happened here- is that better or worse, mob wonders.

he starts looking through the kit, mostly for wipes to clean the poor kid's face.]
Do you remember what happened?

[he pauses a moment, lifting the wipe. maybe he should offer to let peter take care of himself but it didn't seem like he'd be able to do as good a job, not without a mirror and not in as much pain as he seems. mob's been learning a little bit about being more assertive when it calls for it, so he just places a little pack of aspirin in peter's hand.] You should take those. And um, can I-?

[he gestures with the wipe to peter's face. this is assertive on him.]
possessum: (in the midst of this evil we're in)

[personal profile] possessum 2023-07-13 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ The hallucination, dream, ghost, whatever it is, continues — the dog talks and this is fine! It'll be fine until Peter has to wake up again. He might as well enjoy this moment, one rare piece of comfort, while he has it. Dogs are better than people, always. ]

.....That bad? [ The boy winces a little, and his other hand slowly moves up towards his face, fingertips gingerly touching against the bandage in the center of it. There's a soft hiss of pain, and a subsequent moan. ]

Hurts a lot... I think it's broken.
fullgauntlet: <user name=apshot> (012)

[personal profile] fullgauntlet 2023-07-13 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
Wha?!

[Oh okay?! She's getting into his personal space and grabbing him?!]

I- Ah- I think a lot of us are suffering from a lack of superpowers right now...?? But what are you feeling?

[He's holding his hands up like he's waiting for her to release him!]

[personal profile] blattella 2023-07-13 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, well, it's easy to read stuff online and think that the guy talking about how the City might be alive is crazy. But something's alive here, even if it's not the City proper.

...But you're right, I'd rather take help from someone who's putting their all into it. Didn't think of it that way, heh.

[He manages a smile back, wry and genuine, which. When he sees that username. Turns into absolute confusion what in tarnation buddy]

I-- That's a hell of a name. I mean, Midnight? That's cool and all, but this? Man, that's a lot. That actually something folks call you back home?
isekaiojisan: (08)

[personal profile] isekaiojisan 2023-07-13 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
[how he's always looked

Unfortunately, many a well-bred person have been the complete opposite of polite. But that was fair! Given how much of a monster he apparently looks like. So it's fine! Kind of, our favorite Uncle would understand! Even more so when everyone here looks so dang pretty! So you know, it's understandable!]


I wouldn't say no, but I'm not all that great with physical sports.

[A nacho, glistening with cheese, gets lifted to his mouth and finds its ultimate fate inside his mouth. He then proceeds to munch on it, loudly. nom nom nom]

Besides, [Spoken with a full mouth.] this stuff is better when warm.
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[personal profile] ihavecharacter 2023-07-13 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
Doc nods his head. "That is sure and certain. I once had a horse named Lavender. Don't think there was much finer a horse than that. Though, I have had quite a few in my line of work." He means in being a gunslinger and his time with Wyatt Earp.

There is a part of Doc that feels poorly for making himself out to be the sort of man that is easy to be around, but there is something about not having to explain yourself and not seeming terribly old and out of date when speaking to someone else.

"I would wager we all do. It is hard to find someone without any." Even Waverly has her own. Well, had. She'd already destroyed the skull she was bound to.

"I surely hope so. Though, I am still a bit miffed that that varmint ate my hat. Should have shot it on sight for that behavior." To be fair, Wynonna did shoot it, but that was after the fact. "Was my best hat. I've had it a long time." If more than 130 years means anything.
isekaiojisan: (10)

[personal profile] isekaiojisan 2023-07-13 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
I see, yeah that makes sense.

[Total, absolute sense. Did he actually buy the excuse? Yeah, he probably did!] Just remember, the gutters on either side of your lane are your absolute enemies. Traps designed to lure your ball in.

[Spoken in a tone that suggests that he might(?) know what he's doing! All the while his glasses-clad eyes continue to watch the ball she just rolled.]

The best thing you can do is to focus on knocking over all the pins ahead of you in order to defeat your foe.
ihavecharacter: (05)

[personal profile] ihavecharacter 2023-07-13 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Surprising to find someone who also encourages revenge. Though, perhaps not as strange as he previously considered it to be. She does radiate a similar energy as far as he is concerned. Both a bit off in terms of what most would consider normal.

Immortality does funny things to the mind after all. And being in a small well for so long also does not help.]


I would say that I did. Had some help with it. Always good to have someone who can get around the loop holes.

[The loop holes being that if Doc hurts Constance, he himself gets harmed just the same. Which is why Wynonna did the burying.]

They would certainly have to be powerful witches. I wonder if they do not have otherworldly creatures working with them if that is the case. [There is a beat where Doc considers his own question, having but only knowledge of one witch at the same time.] Are they more powerful working together than separately?
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[personal profile] concord_dawned 2023-07-13 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Boba doesn’t miss the disapproval in the other clone’s body language. No doubt he’s mistaken Boba for another of the rank-and-file. Was it brotherly camaraderie the clone had expected? Or military deference? Either way, Boba can’t find it in himself to regret disappointing him.

Still, it seems they’d had similar instincts regarding the headstone. Boba glances back at the grave, at the name carved into its face that he, too, had tried to expose. His first assumption hadn’t been that it was a trick; it had been that he was seeing something that wasn’t really there. But if this clone had seen it, too… had someone really carved his father’s name into a crumbling headstone, untold parsecs from his actual resting place? And why?

Boba has to imagine that it had been planted here for him to find. Beyond that… the only reason he can think of for someone to do such a thing is to aggravate him—which makes it all the more unfortunate that it’s working.

So he steps away from the grave, a hard set to his jaw. Let the clone scrape the stone bare for all he cares. Boba won’t stop him.

He also won’t bother answering with a false name, this time. He’s done being Jaster Mereel—and even if he weren’t, he doesn’t want to risk being further mistaken for another of his father’s clones. ]


My name is Boba Fett. [ He watches the other clone as he says it, defiant and wary. ] I’m not one of you.
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[personal profile] justscribing 2023-07-13 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, good. Then he can expect Cyno will be compensating for his lack of vision if it comes down to a fight. As expected for the General Mahamartra.

He glances to the Vision that dangles off his shoulder.]
Mine isn't working either, but I can't tell why. But I doubt it's the first explanation we'll find.
def: (pic#16561373)

[personal profile] def 2023-07-13 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ so much for providing these devices information that can be used against them. it's clear that it's the other way around; they have enough information about them already that what they've provided seems inconsequential at this point.

his gaze flickers at her face, noting the minute changes that tell him what's going on in her head. and for a moment, he's tempted to reach out and find a way to comfort serval, but gepard stays his hand and simply glances back down at his phone. it's not ... the landau way to easily get so caught up in their emotions.

they understand each other's baggages; there's no reason to talk about it anymore.
]

And here I thought your strange experiments would've kept you up at night.

[ meaningful look because look, he knows about that chainsaw, neesan. no need to hide it when the trailblazer practically namedropped her. ]
gradenine: (pic#16536262)

[personal profile] gradenine 2023-07-13 08:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh he's WHIPPED whipped... bro...

the worst part is that roland kinda gets it; she used to be pretty famous back in the day and people still talk about her today like a legend. but roland isn't sure if this guy is going to be gebura's type if she'd even entertain the idea... ]


Nothing to smile about in the City. [ SIGHS. ] Er, our City, not this City. Not like this place has anything to be happy about. Kidnapping aside, there isn't much to do here - at least for now.
gradenine: (pic#16478099)

[personal profile] gradenine 2023-07-13 09:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ the guy really thought long and hard on it. roland supposes that the guy's hella drunk, what with the ever-present stench of alcohol on him, but there must be more to it than that.

ultimately, however, it is none of his business. ]


Mm. At least you tried. Of course your first instinct on seeing someone in that state is to save them, especially if they look familiar to you. It means you cared.
gradenine: (pic#16478094)

[personal profile] gradenine 2023-07-13 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
I see.

[ that makes sense, sort of. ]

Well, there's no telling that whoever took us here have been doing this for centuries. They might be fake, for all we know. See, there are plenty of theories as to why we're here, and a popular one is a social experiment.

[ it's something that roland vehemently believes. after all, the wings kidnap people all over the city plenty of times, using them as test subjects for their singularity research. it's normal. ]
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[personal profile] belorock 2023-07-13 09:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's no reason to give them more ammo though, just because whatever forces behind all this already seem to know more than they should. still, there's no denying they've been caught in a tricky and ominous situation. even if serval may seem to be goofing off again under gepard's dubiously approving gaze, nary a trace of the brief shadow from earlier left on her face. ]

Huh? W-well, I have always been a night owl. The time of day doesn't matter anyway when you can set your own schedule, it's the questionnaire maker's problem for sticking to stereotypes!

[ a what now? she has NOOO clue what he's talking about, or why he's looking at her almost like a disappointed parent he takes WAY too much after dad (affectionate). totally doesn't relate to why she is NOT making eye contact, and has gone back to aimlessly scrolling through the network instead.

--except oh wait, she doesn't need to do that! blinking once before looking around as if she's just realized something important, she continues without missing a beat (while still pointedly NOT looking at him): ]


Soooo, District 2! That's where we're at right now. Are you out shopping? Watcha looking for?

[ pink fluffy handcuffs, right, ]