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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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spectreless: (truly your forgiveness I implore;)

[personal profile] spectreless 2023-07-13 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh great, there goes my short lived plan to scale up a building. At the very least someone should have had the decency to leave a note, or a plaque, or... something to explain why that is.

[ Those impromptu plans are dashed if she's inclined to trust his word. Which, in this case, it seems like it wouldn't hurt to. It would be a strange thing to lie about. That being said Lenore doesn't look thrilled to hear there's something "supranatural" either. Not this again! If she has to go toe to toe again with creatures of the spectral persuasion any time soon she's going to be very cross. Her nose wrinkles and her eyes narrow in discontent. ]

...You don't happen to know why it is, do you? You seem very thorough.
spectreless: (Thrilled me—)

Restaurant

[personal profile] spectreless 2023-07-13 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ "His attire is identical to a Victorian"... here's a Literal Victorian who could convincingly be related to him based on appearance alone. Unfortunately, she does step just a little too close to were he's sitting without meaning to. To get the deadly looking implement in her face— ...and are those his coat tails?—at first Lenore stands still with a look of nervous shock. The moment he opens his mouth, however, her expression shifts into a look of squinty eyed disbelief. ]

No. That's quite presumptive of you now isn't it?
lockingout: (88)

[personal profile] lockingout 2023-07-13 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a nod from Lockon. His expression has settled into something more serious now - the chill levity from earlier is receding. ]

I do. Or rather, I think we can't afford making the assumption that it's not.

[ Putting his clothes haul down onto a shelf momentarily, Lockon crosses his arms. ]

Does anything here hold us ill will? No clue. But the fact that we're here at all, being waited on by invisible hands, suggests a level of power that I'd rather not mess with. Even someone well-intentioned can do some real damage while playing God.
shareofnight: (Like in a book)

[personal profile] shareofnight 2023-07-14 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Lavender," Tessa repeats. She grins, tilting her head as she tries to picture this horse. "What a lovely, perfect name for a horse." A gentle, pretty name for a gentle creature. "And Lavender was your favorite, out of all of your horses?" She guesses, considering the way he talks about the horse.

"Yes," she nods. "I suspect it's what makes us all human. Or people, really."

She arches an eyebrow when he mentions his hat being eaten. "Your hat was...eaten? By varmint?"

She has so many questions.
standformyself: (watchful)

[personal profile] standformyself 2023-07-14 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
[That does take half the fun out of food, the Dog thinks. She likes sneaking it, and begging, but she supposes she could still do that with others. And she likely could dig a lot of holes and bury a lot of bones everywhere.

Her ear flicks, back and forth, listening. There is a distinct lack of noise. Usually that signifies danger nearby, but the Dog picks nothing up.]


And if I try to leave?
odasaku: (67)

[personal profile] odasaku 2023-07-14 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh... this man thinks he's funny. that's a first, actually. no one in the agency thinks that he's funny. ]

People say I always look serious. That's why they can't tell when I mean something or not. [ ... ] I don't think there's a place to throw babies. That's probably dangerous.
odasaku: (80)

[personal profile] odasaku 2023-07-14 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
I haven't actually bothered to check. Maybe I should.

[ he makes no motion to try and find it. ]
odasaku: (64)

RUNS IN WITH OPEN ARMS

[personal profile] odasaku 2023-07-14 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ that is... ryuunosuke. ryuunosuke akutagawa.

on the outside, sakunosuke's reaction is little more than the slightest widening of the eyes. it's practically a millimeter of difference, hardly something that people would call a surprise. and yet, on the inside, a flurry of emotions threaten to overwhelm the detective. confusion. concern. worry. confusion again. confusion a third time-- good lord he's so fucking confused. perhaps, he's stuck in some sort of dream, like alice in wonderland. but he makes for a terrible alice, and he doubts that akutagawa would fit the cheshire cat very well--he doesn't think he's ever seen the boy crack a single smile in their time together.

and yet he understands, deep down, that this... does not seem to be his akutagawa. he doesn't remember the boy changing his wardrobe at any point...unless he's been gone for that long? no way, it's supposed to be a train ride.

unless... no, it can't be, can it?

but if there's another dazai that's different than the man that he met... ]


Yeah, I can tell. [ it's said patiently, calmly, masking his increasing confusion. ] Do you remember getting on a train at all?
odasaku: (80)

[personal profile] odasaku 2023-07-14 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ so it seems that this boy was in a similar situation as himself. sakunosuke nods, thinking about how to tackle this. might as well try to collect as much information as he can. ]

Orientation? What's that about?
odasaku: (69)

[personal profile] odasaku 2023-07-14 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ deep down, sakunosuke can tell that there's something wrong with dazai. it's something just slightly of, slightly too perfect of a picture. he's not sure how, or if, he should disturb it. it's not his place. he's not this man's friend. he's just someone that looks like his dead friend, and that's all that there is to it.

so he nods, following along with the conversation as naturally as possible. ]


I am. We've been working for...two years now. He's always strict and gets mad when I'm late and mess up his schedule. It's not like I want to, though. I always get caught up with stuff.

[ like nice old ladies or mediating fights. ]

Nakajima Atsushi, though... no. As far as I know, he was with the Port Mafia, but has recently gone missing.

[ a beat. ]

My mentee is Ryuunosuke Akutagawa. I found him eating grass by a river.
centile: (26)

[personal profile] centile 2023-07-14 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[that's interesting, he doesn't go to school?] Did you leave to start working?

[here is mob, once again not realizing that's nosy. he zips his bag before moving to get a couple of bottle of water, taking a moment to examine the unfamiliar labels and such.] That's what happened to me, I was on my way to school and then I was on a train. Nothing felt strange about the time before.

[... his parents? a beat and mob realizes oh, maybe if it was a kidnapping it's for money? smart, but-] No, they don't. We don't have much money either.
nullificates: (z41)

[personal profile] nullificates 2023-07-14 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
(part of him wonders if this is just as freaky to oda as it has been to him. perhaps it is less so, that he knew this dazai existed in the first place. to dazai, it is much of a mystery. part of why he was always so interested in odasaku - the way his mind works. it's hard to read.)

... I like telling him fake facts so he'll write them down in his little notebook! He often strangles me for it, though!

(zero complaints some of us are certified freaks 7 days a week.)

... Atsushi-kun was never Port Mafia to me. I found him starving by the river. Akutagawa-kun was my mentee when I was in the Port Mafia, though. He... Didn't like you very much, I must say.
Edited 2023-07-14 01:05 (UTC)
centile: (3)

[personal profile] centile 2023-07-14 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
[sorry this child is giving you so many things. mob takes the bottle, regarding the blood blandly. boy, this sure is a day for everyone. he's more interested in watching daniel write though, glad when he actually can.

he reads the words.]
It's nice to meet you, Mr. Larusso. [no reason to be rude when you're kidnapped and a guy is bleeding and bloody.

as for the rest?]
It's okay if you aren't fine. I understand if you don't want to think about it though.

[sometimes you just had to keep moving, and this situation was definitely that. he wonders if it's a lie of some sort to keep worrying about mr. larusso and just not say he was. he's pretty sure master reigen would say that's how you have to handle things sometimes.]

I will. So far everyone seems confused too, with the train and the weird questions.
unrequite: (12)

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-14 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ I am absolutely devastated to inform you that Midnight blinks, turns the screen to himself again, then looks back at Gregor, at a complete loss as to what he might be talking about. ]

Oh, no, none of that. It just spoke to me. Why do you ask?
monstercoat: ([66])

CATCHES AND TWIRL TWIRL TWIRL

[personal profile] monstercoat 2023-07-14 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
I believe we both know the answer to that. [A firm answer, he didn’t. One moment, he felt his life nearly swept away from the loss of blood and snap, a sudden wake leaving you cold sweats.

Victorian cosplay and some of his front bangs cut, nothing special.

It was difficult to read the man. They only met once before (the Sasunosuke he knew) and it didn’t end with a cup of tea. His sacrificed was known to put an end to Mimic. Any resent he had against this man evaporated. The egging questions weighing in his mind will have to subdue.

Akutagawa stood tall, hands in his pockets. He rose up the ranks years later and such, should act as a teacher. He kept his composure, despite the storm of confusions. He covered his mouth as some coughs escaped. Once that comes to pass, he continues.]


Yet, I recalled died and here you are.
unrequite: (03)

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-14 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ The absolutely tragic part about this is that Midnight's pretty much this whipped for everyone. It's hard to take him seriously, honestly. ]

Well, we can fix that, can't we? It can't just be a bunch of sour adults despairing at our circumstances all the time. Oh, I do have my work here cut out for me...

[ God's gift to women? Yes. But he doesn't mind extending those gifts to everyone. Watch out. Take cover. Like, you'll need a bomb shelter. ]
hardestbattle: (Darkness)

[personal profile] hardestbattle 2023-07-14 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
That's a map?

[Senua looks over the odd drawing for a moment.]

"It is a map."
"But not one she's familiar with."
"Why doesn't she focus?"
"Why doesn't she focus?"

....

[Senua gives the map a look over more. She should focus, she needs to focus. To clear her head, see the patterns. She can see the patterns, she can read it, she knows she can. She just needs to focus. Even with as strange and foreign as it looks.

Patterns swarm the more she looks it over. Colors, lines, lights. Some of the words still don't make sense to her.]


We're here.

[She points to the central station. The City Hall Station. The one closest to the bubble that matches the color of the red line. Patterns form and align.]

Housing is there, markets are here, and here. And the center where their Chieftan resides is here. It might be a good idea to make our way there first.
hardestbattle: (Default)

[personal profile] hardestbattle 2023-07-14 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
"He's odd."

"He's hurt."


[Senua looks him over more, considering. before starting to walk towards the cemetery exit. Away from the cursed tombstones and plants.]

Perhaps just outside of it. [There was plenty of other places to sit and relax nearby. Places to eat and drink, and with more people. Less plants. Less hollow feelings.]

It would be a good idea to also find food as well. A full belly can calm the nerves.
unrequite: (05)

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-14 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ Midnight laughs, tears his gaze away, and returns to his drink. ]

A story is a lie, just regulated and preceded by some better press. Except for the true stories, of course, and then, well.

[ Midnight shrugs, gestures his way out of that thought, and takes another sip. ]

Depends on the person who tells it. Anyhow, which other person would one make stories about, here? Someone real? Fictional? Do tell.
odasaku: (59)

[personal profile] odasaku 2023-07-14 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
I see. I don't think I'll do that, but I'll keep it in mind.

[ he really doesn't need another reason for kunikida to get angry at him, much less strangle him. could it be that this dazai is a masochist?

though considering the actions of the other dazai--the one that he met at the bar--perhaps it's a trait that all dazais share? that's rather concerning. ]


I'm not sure if Akutagawa likes me or not, but I think he might look up to me.

[ ....

he sighs. ]


I'm not sure why, though. There are far better people in that place than me.
killed: (pic♯15969070)

[personal profile] killed 2023-07-14 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's not so much a comment on his character as an effort to point out the obvious, and he curls his fingers before drawing little circles with his hand as Goro goes on to signify that he's found the answer to his own rhetorical question. There's no pastor here to pray for them, no holy men to wish to put the deceased to rest. There's just curious individuals who wish to turn over every rock.

Ah, well. They're all empty anyway.

He rolls his shoulders in response to the question. ]


To check up in them, [ He clarifies, ] They're usually the ones who are still trying to find their footing, or at least that seems to be the case so far.

[ He dusts his hands off now. He doesn't begrudge anyone for being moody here and now, much less children. ]

I don't care for graveyards myself... Though, hm. I do check to see if anything's changed while I'm here, so you could say that's another reason.

[ No real harm in either one. ]
nullificates: (b7)

[personal profile] nullificates 2023-07-14 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
(that's-- well. dazai has molded akutagawa, made him frightened, dependend and needing of approval, acknowledgement and things only dazai holds in his hands. part of him wonders if it's a trait he simply gravitates towards, and how much was that dazai created within him. his methods and odasaku's had always been different, after all. how is that akutagawa like?)

... If you're like Odasaku, then I have no doubts about it. He didn't like you because you wouldn't kill, so you were low in the ranks, while I was an Executive. It wasn't about whether you were a good person or not-- does your Akutagawa kill first, ask questions later, too?
odasaku: (78)

[personal profile] odasaku 2023-07-14 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ do they both know the answer to that? as far as sakunosuke can tell, he himself doesn't know absolutely anything anymore. however, from the manner of dress to what's left implied by the boy in front of him, the detective can tell for a fact that the akutagawa he's talking to is not the akutagawa that he knows.

it's a frustrating fact, as it paints a dark picture in the man's mind. he knows that his mentee, if pushed far enough, would be willing to push himself until he died. the proof of it is right in front of him.

he knows, deep down, that he could try and pretend to be the sakunosuke oda that this boy is expecting. he's heard enough about it from both dazais to get a general idea of how that man's life would have been and in doing so, he could save the two of them a possible headache. but that sort of deceit just isn't his style. ]


Sorry, but it seems there's been a mix up. I'm not the Oda Sakunosuke you know-- the one that worked at the Port Mafia and whatnot. According to Dazai, I'm from another world or something like that. It's a long story, but the gist is that I work with the Armed Detective Agency and I am very much alive.
Edited 2023-07-14 02:04 (UTC)
hardestbattle: (Speak to me)

[personal profile] hardestbattle 2023-07-14 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
What?

"Who is this?"

"What do they want?"

[Senua blinked and looked up at the other woman that appeared. Another unfamiliar face. But she's used to it by now. There's no one left who she would recognize outright anymore.

So Senua retains a balanced state of being open, but also guarded. With all things.

Especially mystery food.]


I am new.

[She hesitates a moment more. She tries to relax. She tries to hear past the voices. She tries to not take notice of the writhing shadows just out the corner of her eyesight.]

Food, food from home doesn't simply appear like this.
odasaku: (33)

[personal profile] odasaku 2023-07-14 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
He's like a feral dog. All he knows is how to fight.

[ and this, for oda, is the most troubling part of his behavior. he and the agency can keep him on a leash, but there's no doubt about it: akutagawa will bite when he feels threatened. ]

I'm not as concerned about him hurting others as I am about him hurting himself. When his eyes get clouded with anger, he becomes like a natural disaster; it's nearly impossible to stop him.

[ there's a difference, oda thinks, between being ordered to kill and killing in a blind rage. in the former, it's easier to move on and detach yourself from the moment. after a time, it becomes no different from working the typical 9 to 5 job. but when it comes to rage... that is a double-edged sword, slowly stabbing further into oneself with each kill.

oda fears that the boy will one day stab through his own heart in his rage. and then, what will be left? ]


But I think he's got potential. He can become a good person.