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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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inceptor: (302)

[personal profile] inceptor 2023-07-02 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ the fuck is japanese

But yeah, that sounds suspicious as fuck. People here are just going along with that? Though now that he's learned about it, he'll be investigating himself - not because he's craving anything particular to eat, but because he needs to see it with his own eyes to believe it. ]


You seriously don't think that's something to worry about? The lack of self-preservation in humans never ceases to surprise me.

[ He won't need to worry about eating, but if he did, there has to be a better option than mystery food. ]
Edited 2023-07-02 04:21 (UTC)
gudakesa: (pic#16555469)

arjuna — fate/grand order

[personal profile] gudakesa 2023-07-02 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
i. to hide all those corpses graveyard

( i wish... for eternal solitude.

and yet to his privileged vision this is anything but, the multiplicity of identities that travel about him in this eerie space, the very same faces stepping off the platform time and time again, so difficult to ignore. the first step is noticeably dull, and instantly arjuna can tell that something is off... mostly, with himself. his hands that found no joy in sieving through treasure were less adept at gripping the railing, let alone summoning a bow to his side. even attempting to conjure up any greater magic had it trickling traitorously through his fingers, dispersing quickly into the air.

had he not been summoned here to do war, then, to fight alongside the last vestiges of humanity?

i wish...

arjuna walks, and walks, puzzled by his ability to gradually feel the weight of exhaustion as if he were human, as if this place in all its silence wished to ground his overwhelming confidence. this handicap would take some getting used to. when arjuna next rouses from his thoughts, a dim light from overhead spotlights the surrounding vegetation and the vague impressions carved into each headstone. a graveyard. he takes a quick look around him, unamused, and then--

the thump of his heart, like a drum. that engraving...

it couldn't be.

something sits heavy on his chest, makes his breath shallow, but before he can inspect a particular headstone he hears the strong crack of a branch behind him, whipping around with forearm raised as if to block an incoming attack. )


ii. everything transforms restaurant

( while he's fully aware the quickest way to replenish one's energy is the consumption of food, he... was hoping... he might find himself alone at his first choice. alas. the prince remains in his booth, not about to make things exceptionally awkward for the two of them, or draw any untoward attention to himself. nevertheless, he notices a decrease in his appetite once he realizes the meals are arriving without an announcement or exchange of hands. peculiar much?

as soon as the stranger he's sharing this restaurant with reaches for something, arjuna lowers his menu to break his silence and usher a warning: )


Are you sure it's safe?

iii. wildcard

( harass arjuna as you see fit. )
limbical: (who who tried to sing)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-02 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
Wouldn't it be? Considering everyone's mutual situation, of course.

[Though Daan's tone is even and conversational, the motivation is also a bit on the defensive side. And he certainly isn't above vices to bury as much as he can.

Hence him beginning to fix his own drink.]


I said to myself once that nothing could really surprise me anymore. Oh, how I now eat those words.
cinaedus: (Default)

[personal profile] cinaedus 2023-07-02 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ The smile only widens. Sweet child. ]

There are not even maps of the entire city available, only the district we're in now with a glimpse of the surrounding districts. [ Camille gestures once more, this time to one side. The motion is a subtle one, not quite resigned. ] There's a kiosk that answers questions about the city, but it has been useless for anything beyond what can already be accessed. [ And yes he says 'can be accessed' as though entire swaths of the city are blocked off somehow. ]
fanstheflames: (Ain't no doubt I'm taking it home)

[personal profile] fanstheflames 2023-07-02 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Tsuruno never regrets anything!! (Citation needed.)

But this just sounds like this guy has issues with. Uh. Statues? Tributes? Gods?? ]


I mean, they might be puzzle keys. Also, they... um, don't they look weirdly familiar? At a glance?

[ then again, if she looks again, they don't. That's weird. ]
icanfixer: (27)

pleading......... seatmate

[personal profile] icanfixer 2023-07-02 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ yes, yes, she'll stop shaking him as sinclair so duly asks, but she's still very much vibrating in that way she does when she's excited... a friend!!! ]

I am well, yes! As is Sinclair, and as is Gregor -- Ser Gregor is with us, he lives close enough, but also thee hath neglected my questions!!!

[ because they came too fast, quixote... it won't take much for her to let go and take the milk back from sinclair anyway, though she'll still bounce on her heels. ]

Have thee eaten? We were just about to return hence, and do what we could for a meal! Prithee, return with us! We have--

[ sinclair show the cereal ]

We have sugary delights, but ones that are not too unhealthy!
limbical: (a square with a horn)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-02 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Interesting. Daan leans against a desk, giving the woman his attention.]

Well, it seems you have the advantage over me in that regard. Care to share?
def: (pic#16521553)

[personal profile] def 2023-07-02 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ tfw your planet is led by prudes and the people have to take action

to be fair, he has a point. but doesn't that just prove what he's said? that there are other ways of keeping warm that would not compromise or allow for any kind of escape attempt? after all, handcuffs are not meant to be worn comfortably; restraining someone isn't meant to be comfortable.

gepard sighs inwardly, surprised that they're even debating this all of a sudden. of course, his perspective as a law enforcer will always contradict and contrast with that of a normal person's.
]

I suppose, but what kind of warmth do you think a narrow and thin lining of fur on an otherwise metal restraint could provide?

[ once the cuff gets cold like ice, that fur will be useless altogether. ]

I'm not saying it's senseless. The purpose of such a trimming simply escapes my understanding.

[ because also, why is it pink??? ]
immortalpoet: (Default)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-02 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[He's not sure whether he likes the idea that other City inhabitants are here, Sinners notwithstanding.]

[And...hm. So Dante wasn't there? Perhaps explainable, but that raises the question...]


If Dante wasn't there, how was Sinclair resurrected? Through other means?
luciole: (It's alright cause I'm with friends)

[personal profile] luciole 2023-07-02 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
Absolutely.

[The woman smiles and clasps her hands together with light enthusiasm.]

It might give me a frame of reference regarding everyone else here. First of all, have you heard of a nation called America? Specifically the United States of America?
coolerjunpei: (nice neck)

[personal profile] coolerjunpei 2023-07-02 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, I'm not searching for anything. I've got... pretzels. With too much butter.

[But that's how you know they're good, so he holds up a piece of one for emphasis before taking a bite. See! Pretzels! Everything is fine over here on the chairs, where he's not supposed to have food, but who's going to stop him!]

You, uh, need a hand out there?

[Junpei doesn't know a whole lot about how bowling alleys are run, but he does know that the lanes are super smooth and that bowling shoes are unnaturally slippery compared to all other shoes, too? He... puts his pretzel down, in case he needs to get up and peel someone off the lane in the next few moments.]
limbical: (who who tried to sing)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-02 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
...Mm. [Daan closes his eye and exhales before he shrugs.] Let us simply hope it does not come to pass, shall we? That in itself will be luck.

[But she is correct. They're both relatively sane, able to hold conversation. That is a start.]

Now then. Perhaps we can at least get an idea as to where we are if we leave the station. Surely there are signs or some such?
inkscrutable: (( 31. ))

cosmic bowling; two gays walk into a bowling alley.....

[personal profile] inkscrutable 2023-07-02 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ It was a bother, really. A big inconvenience that he ended up here when foretold and predicted apocalypse was on the brink of happening back home. He's wondering if he'll still get paid even in his absence. As a particular shady character, he sought it in his best interest to investigate as much as possible around here and by the looks of it, things seemed completely abandoned. How curious.

Although he has come across a handful of equally puzzled characters, the one he finds in the bowling alley takes the cake-- analyzing the bowling ball with particular interest. Yoshida folds his hands behind his back and leans to the side to get a better look at Kaveh, lips pursed upward in a playful smile and eyes that seem hollow and lacking any sense of empathy.

Yoshida didn't stare into the void; the void stared into Yoshida. That's the vibe he gives off, at least. ]


... You like holding balls, huh?
immortalpoet: (crimson)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-02 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
...

[He stares for a very, very long moment.]

[The red eyes flicker.]





[And then he takes the painkillers with a little huff. It's almost accompanied with a smirk - almost, as one can see the brief upturn of the side of his mouth.]


....At least our Manager is a thoughtful one. Glad to see your sense of responsibility hasn't damped, even if this old guide shouldn't be under your jurisdiction.

[Anyways.]

Still strange we don't have to pay for these things...
unabelle: (hold me)

[personal profile] unabelle 2023-07-02 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
Typically? Thieves exist everywhere, ser, but there can be no such thing when no one claims them in the first place.

[She snaps a cherry hair clip in her bangs, then a banana one just below it. Perhaps not cute at all, with the mishmash of colours her long, dusty pink hair is becoming, but fuck it. Her childhood was stolen too early, and she's going to cherish the simple things right now.]

There was no one here. Now I am here, and what I take is mine. What you take is yours, unless you take it from me. Then you are the thief. But why squabble over such things when there's plenty to go around?

[She pauses, then plucks up a small bow hairclip, in a soft shade of mint. Holds it out to him with a curtsey.] A token. Peace, truce, whatever you would like to think of it as. Rejection will be seen as a refusal of these ideals.
unabelle: (you could call it violent)

RIGHT. we deserve unhinged women and they deserve freedom to be batshit u_u

[personal profile] unabelle 2023-07-02 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
I see. You sound detached from it all...

Is there no one who would distress you to lose, or who would please you to see dead? Or am I reading too much into it? Do forgive me if so. I only wish to find some common ground.

[A lie, but then, she's happiest in her lies.]
unabelle: (that it's carved into the Showa era)

[personal profile] unabelle 2023-07-02 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
[HI AGAIN, i'm actually already in the game too as Gregor...WE ARE IN A GAME...just not with fucked up Aladdin and Jasmine. damn. also that's a great canonpoint I am stealing it hehe.]

[Oh!

Oh!!! Her eyes fly open when she hears his voice, and she smiles so hard that it feels as though her face is going to crack into pieces. For good measure, she undoes the veil with the shyness of a blushing bride, just so that he can see the tiny way her lips curve at the sides (and how it doesn't match her eyes, full of wildfire).

She winds a hair tie around her fingers and moves in closer, as though to put it in his hair despite the fact that it's pink, with a plastic Hello Kitty knock-off, but...Thinks better of it, even if they're both unarmed.
]

But you could have everything you ever wanted, here. Look, even the thing you wanted the most~ Was I not accurate to the end?Who wouldn't kill to have such a wife? Ha!

[Her smile manages to widen enough that teeth show in a white sliver, and she puts the tie in her hair at random instead.] You got what you wanted, and I did too. Why aren't you smiling?
fossick: (032)

[personal profile] fossick 2023-07-02 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Well.....she's not wrong. Though perhaps a few of his less-than-pleasant qualities have been amplified thanks to the, uh, nature of their meeting.

Meanwhile, he thinks she's perfectly obtuse on purpose. And stubborn. It's difficult to get a read on her, and Weir, who is quickfire observant and whose abilities once let him—quite literally—get a "read" on people, doesn't much like it.]


Not "magickind" at all. [Weir does not slot himself into that particular category. "Magickind" are the proper sorcerers and sorceresses, the ones that bend every natural law like it were clay putty in their hands.] As I said, just a hunter who uses it as a tool in my repertoire.

[He crosses his arms.]

But yes. That is exactly what I'm saying. And yourself, what have you lost?

[Other than good sense.]
unabelle: (and break)

sylvain's craze-dar is the best protection of all.

[personal profile] unabelle 2023-07-02 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Hmmmmm~ Someone who deserved to die, of course. But I doubt that names would mean anything to you, ser, so I'll spare you the tale.

[It's her mom bro, her shitty, shitty mom. Or so she thought, but the thought's a buoying one; enough so that Sarafa gets back up and does a dreamy little spin, arms floating through the air with the poise of a dancer.]

Sometimes, justice is a real thing. I hope I didn't scare you so with my joy, however; I know it must seem quite unbecoming, but you would understand, if you had seen what she had done. Oh, you would understand.
unabelle: (until my lips bleed)

[personal profile] unabelle 2023-07-02 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
No. Lubricant of a sort might make it easier.

[He sounds hesitant, which means she absolutely should just saunter in closer, only to squat most elegantly in front of his hand and its prison and admire the view. With open eyes, for once. She even props her chin up in both hands as she looks, humming tunelessly all the while.]

Unless we try to break it. Would that be better?
limbical: (who knows where it's at)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-02 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Immediately, Daan's brow arches at the question. He wants to blurt out with "who the hell names their nation that", but he also quickly realizes it's a serious question.

So, he remains honest and to the point:]
No, I have not.

...Please tell me this is a relatively small country I simply have not been educated on in recent years.
immortalpoet: (ruby)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-02 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
That I am.

[The one and only.]

[Nothing seems to change with his attitude - of course, even low-grade Fixers can recognize a Color. Nothing strange with that. Still, why does this not feel like a typical reaction...?]


Why did you use to be a Fixer? No longer a fan of the profession?
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wreatharrow: (ꕥ 60)

[personal profile] wreatharrow 2023-07-02 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ Tighnari makes a circle motion with his pencil. It's a gesture for Alhaitham to look around him before stepping.

He'll notice that there are small whiteish-blue flowers. ]


You'll crush them if you're not careful. They look to be some type of convolvulaceae.

[ Morning Glories. Tighnari doesn't want anyone to step on them until he can get some samples. ]
immortalpoet: (cardinal)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-02 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
[He listens to her rattling off good City facts, before heaving a sigh. Not that any of that would've been something he wouldn't have found out eventually, but...]

Does it really.

[Mm. Don't like that.]

Nobody's made an appearance as far as who runs this place? Any locals? You say "mostly deserted".
wreatharrow: (ꕥ 12)

[personal profile] wreatharrow 2023-07-02 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wow! What did plants ever do to this guy!? Tighnari frowns. He tucks both pencil and pad of paper away. Crosses arms over his chest. ]

More like, how do you know they won't retaliate? Unless you're native to this world, can you be so sure? When that time come, don't expect me to help you out of it.

[ Tighnari has no idea if it's true or not. Without his Vision working as it should and without a weapon, he's not really prepared to get into any kind of physical altercation. ]