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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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mollymocks: (09)

[personal profile] mollymocks 2023-07-19 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
Now why would I do that?

[ Such a shame that seeing someone so pretty looking so flustered isn't likely to make Molly back down at all. Really, the fact that he hasn't already invaded the man's personal space is a miracle of self-control. And also he doesn't want to chase him off entirely. ]

How can I forget someone so willing to take care of a complete stranger? In fact I think you had better give me your name so I ca thank you properly.

[ Innuendo? Only a little. ]
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[personal profile] mollymocks 2023-07-19 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ He cocks an eyebrow as he watches the practiced movements, idly wondering if he's found a fellow reader by accident. Well, it's not as if he wasn't already aware that he'd been clocked before they even started. It's never stopped him from putting on a good show before.

But he can't help but smile as he picks the deck up again, letting the cards fly from one hand to the other. ]


I did. [ They're a lot more personal than that, even, but they can get into that later. For the moment, he settles the deck into a neat pile and pulls a card. ]

Rumor. Nice enough, I suppose. [ An amused glance sent Seimei's way. ] Looking for information yourself, are you?
mollymocks: (08)

[personal profile] mollymocks 2023-07-19 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
Oh either, of course. It's all what you take from it, you know.

[ Which would be the case even if Molly wasn't making things up as he goes. ]

The meaning you derive from my humble work is entirely your own.

[ And Molly bows slightly from the waist at this proclamation, straightening only to pull the last card. ]

The traveler. You have a ways to go yet, it seems. But something is in sight in the distance.
mollymocks: (01)

[personal profile] mollymocks 2023-07-19 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ His eyebrows arch slightly as he studies her in turn, but Molly just looks more amused than anything. It's not the first time he's been accused of something like that, and it's not entirely wrong, either. Still, he can't help but grin. ]

Now now, you can't expect me to give those up so easily, can you? [ He affects a thoughtful pause before straightening. ] Tell you what.

[ A quick gesture and the entire deck is in his hand this time. Visibly smaller than hers, but well worn. Clearly well used. ]

I'll trade you. You pull one, I pull one. And we'll see what the universe says.
wrenchedup: (🔧 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍)

cw: talk of slavery, sex trafficking & abuse

[personal profile] wrenchedup 2023-07-19 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah... yeah. Wrench. Yeah, you know... he talked a big game up on that tower about how they were watch dogs and Sabine gave up on everything she stood for and blah, blah. But he also kind of gave up at one time. And also... fuckin', yanno, there was a part of him that knew this was always going to be a losing battle well before he challenged Aiden on the exact same thing.

It sucked. Take the wins where you can and try to make them count for something, anything. Huge bummer that Heine knew this, too. Especially the whole mutant slaves thing. He would have brought up something about police but this took precedence by a landslide. It really made his blood boil; it actually made him stop again. All he could think of was Bloody Mary, that sick fuck. ]
Not mutants, no, but sex trafficking is never an old business.

[ He sighed. ] Gang in London sold people. chopped up those who didn't obey to sell for parts.
Edited 2023-07-19 03:56 (UTC)
limbical: (but with a square in the act)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-19 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
That's the spirit. Let's get you patched up.

[With a slow pace to give Peter leeway, Daan does guide him toward the closest pharmacy that he can remember; it's a bit of a walk, but manageable, letting Daan get the supplies he needs to help check on and clean up the younger man.

Daan's touch can be described as gentle yet firm. He's careful but decisive as he cares for the broken nose. There's the temptation again to just use magic to help its mending, but... no, he won't give Peter more reason to dissociate and panic. With good reason, really.

At the end of it, Daan takes out his phone.]


Let me give you my contact information. Reach out to me whenever you need me, and I'll do what I can to aid you.
kampfgeist: (frown | and what do u suggest)

same cws!

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-07-19 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
Sounds right.

[ heine drags a hand over his face, then sighs. prostitution is legal, or at least overlooked by the eye of the law, but there are always people who want to take it by force, for whom the appeal is not in the act but in the violence.

he thinks of nill—the waif she had been when heine rescued her from her pimp. fourteen years old and already suffering at the hands of the highest bidder, a literal angel, her wings small and fluttering and expressing her emotions the way her voice couldn't. ]


I hope you don't get the mutants. [ there are restrictions on genetic manipulation now, sure, but the repercussions continue to echo.

is it fucked up to feel kinship over something like the inevitable collapse of civil society? ]
I take it you're one of the ones fighting?
wrenchedup: (🔧 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝)

same cws...... lmfao

[personal profile] wrenchedup 2023-07-19 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ It was one of the harder things for him to unpack. To be really honest, he hasn't unpacked it yet and sort of never planned to. There's just something uniquely traumatizing about coming across a pile of hollowed out bodies or, you know, falling into it. Literally had his survival instincts to thank for that one. Anxiety actually comes in clutch sometimes.

He shifted his weight. ]
Yeah. As much as anyone can be. [ It was revenge that brought him back to Wrench but no one needed to know that. The larger part of it was shame, really. A lot of shame. More things for a never time. Wrench hadn't noticed how much he'd been emoting. Conflicting signals floating over his display as he was silent for a moment before nodding for them to continue. Wasn't far, the store. Like that really mattered but whatever. ]

Wasn't me who ended this particular piece of shit's terror though. I just helped to let the people she hurt return the favor. [ He flicked his gaze to Heine. ] Pretty gruesome, but. [ He shrugged. ] She deserved it. Better justice than behind the bars she could easily slip out of if you ask me.
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[personal profile] ihavecharacter 2023-07-19 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
There is a pause and he considers her for a moment. "Which Virgil is the Virgil?" The only one he knows of is Virgil Earp. "I do not think anyone ever considered him as 'the' Virgil. Though, perhaps I am mistaken."

There's a slight arch of his brow. "Demon of ice cream? Why, I suppose there could be some pull there, but I cannot imagine it." But that is likely because it has never been done.

There's a shrug. "Kill all of the Revenants is all I know. But it cannot be done by us, only Wynonna."
fanstheflames: (Just like the sun reveals the sky)

[personal profile] fanstheflames 2023-07-19 01:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This one is one she isn't familiar with, and Tsuruno blinks down at it with newfound fascination. ]

Mm, that's okay. If there was some solution I thought would come falling out of the sky, I probably wouldn't have to ask in the first place.

... Hypothetically.
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[personal profile] vecna 2023-07-19 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah, and yet these cards are strangely fitting. The traveler. Perhaps a future version of himself would have equated this quite closely to his identity, a man moving through dimensions, exploring--

Though maybe it does suit him now, regardless.]


Now that one-

[He motions at the card.]

-could apply to all of his. Stolen away from home. Made to wander an empty city. A "ways yet to go".
kampfgeist: (frown | and what do u suggest)

wrench 🤝 heine, damn our worlds really suck, also new cw: suicidal ideation

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-07-19 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ in a way, for heine, the trauma is good, or at least better than the alternative if the alternative is apathy. which is where heine had been headed—so jaded, so desensitized to the dark workings of the city's underbelly that it no longer bothered him to see the mutant children bought and sold. just another day's work, breaking up prostitution rings and bringing the little mutants back to granny liza to do whatever she does with them.

until nill, that is—her existence a reminder that he still has the capacity to feel the stomach-churning nausea of witnessing deep injustice. that despite all of his best attempts to be otherwise, he is still alive. and that while heine can no longer bring himself to believe that he's capable of rescue or redemption he can at least defend what he needs to defend.

whether it's revenge or redemption that motivates wrench, to heine, what's more important is the action. ]


So you weren't holding the gun, but you pointed them in the right direction. [ sounds like an asssit to him. now that his eyes are mostly adjusted to the light, heine's content to keep walking too. ] Sometimes gruesome is what they deserve. There's the law, and then there's justice. Not always the same thing.
wrenchedup: (🔧 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢)

rip @ them, lmfao.

[personal profile] wrenchedup 2023-07-19 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wrench had experienced it all. Anger, guilt, shame, depression, apathy... removing himself entirely from everything he believed in and settling for a "normal life". He unconsciously rubbed at his ring finger. Wasn't that long ago that there was something there. Mm, stupid of him. Made him so stupid. As if he could ever be normal. Hell, someone could argue that a lot of what was happening in his world now was his fault. He designed the fucking robots that Albion used. They were his.

Hard to not let it all turn you into one of them, too. He thought about that a lot. Especially after Sabine had pointed it out. He thought about how violent he's become and how, honestly... it made him fucking giddy, god damn. It felt so fucking good to blow up Rempart's face, it felt so good. He should have finished the job. Man, it would have been easier. It would have been justice. ]


Gruesome was exactly what they fucking deserved. Wasn't my blood to draw, though. Not that time at least. It was theirs and they got it. [ He nodded, quietly. Fingers grabbing the door to pull it open. Another abandoned place. Like a department store after hours. People should be here. They just weren't. ] Would you believe it was a cop who helped covered it up? Eh, ex cop I think but still. Pretty fucking wild to think they actually protected the people instead of the system for once.
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[personal profile] hardestbattle 2023-07-19 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
No, I didn't.

[She shook her head in response. There wasn't much of a desire to focus on what had once been home for her. Not right now after she had let it all go.]

Lets be on our way then.

[Maybe it wouldn't be a Chieftain specifically, but they were bound to find more information there, as opposed to simply wasting their time standing around where they currently are. It helped that Senua also felt the need to start moving her body. She did not like this place, and the feeling of standing in one spot for too long sent unwelcomed shivers down her back.]
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[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-19 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Midnight does get more than a few laughs when he mentions he's an optimist. He starts laughing too, honestly, but more because he likes it when he manages to get a smile out of someone else. That she's such a lovely woman is just window dressing.

A medical professional, huh... Midnight's met his far share of doctors and nurses. He's met more medical staff in the past year than he has in his whole life. Good people, all. Just tired and a bit humorless. Understandable, given the profession.

He walks up beside her, pointing at the map as he speaks. ]


Well, I came up here, and went to this grocery store here, then this shopping center before checking on this stop where we are. I was going to see the park next, but if you'd like a safer bet, I believe the shops I passed were mostly clothing stores. There was a hardware store and what looked like some sort of toy store as well.

[ Honestly, Midnight is pretty game for anything. It's not like any of them have any place to be, right? ]

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[personal profile] emyoji 2023-07-19 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Kneeling in a polite audience position, Seimei watches the stranger shuffle the cards with a flourish. He's got good coordination and an even better eye, it seems, because when the showman pulls a card, he definitely gives him a knowing look. Oh, so he's being too obvious? Seimei claps politely, looking impressed. ]

Ah, that's true! You're not just guessing, right? I mean, I'm sure a lot of us are looking for information. How did we get here and what do the ones that brought us here want? Can we even get home? Those kinds of questions must be weighing on us all, right?

[ He's pushing a bit, but he does want to know exactly how far this tarot reader can go. Give him a shock! ]
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[personal profile] cashewlater 2023-07-19 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ cyno, naturally, follows suit, studying the space around them as they walk, his gaze sharp, keen, careful to take in everything he possibly can.

it's not often that cyno leaves sumeru. he has, of course - most notably recently - and he will again (this situation notwithstanding) - but his duties tie him to his nation, and aside from vacations, he is not a world traveler. the complete foreignness of this place is.. astounding. off-putting. even the ground feels strange beneath his feet; truly it feels like another world entirely. ]


.. strange, I know. I hardly know what to think.
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[personal profile] abit_ofboth 2023-07-19 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[There’s a brief moment where he looked startled when she mentioned electricity. It was just a little too close to what Thor could do for Loki’s comfort, but he quickly schooled his features and managed a smile.]

That sounds quite disconcerting. I admit when I arrived I also felt the absence of something, but it was awhile before I found out just how much I was affected. It is odd suddenly not being able to do something I have been doing for the better part of a millennium.

For the most part, people have been searching the city looking for any possible clue or bit of information. It seems it has taken us all awhile to get our bearings. But some have started to categorize the very little we know and I think we will up our searches more soon. There must be some information somewhere. These things do not happen out of nowhere.
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[personal profile] cashewlater 2023-07-19 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Tradition..?

[ he frowns. well, far be it for him to insult someone's tradition!! but also.. shoes. he's not a fan. ]

.. all right. I suppose it'll be fine.
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[personal profile] cashewlater 2023-07-19 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ how can one have no strong feelings on a pretzel. xiao, please. maybe he just needs the mustard on it. ]

Ah. I see.

[ two taciturn guys walk into a bar.. ]

Are you new to this place as well?

[ he's so awk, but he'll try his best to make conversation!! ]
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Bowling for Shadows

[personal profile] xiaoxiuya 2023-07-19 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Shen Yuan sighs, swirling his cocktail gently in its glass before taking a sip. Between this and the party at city hall, he's well on his way to adding the 'wine mom' qualifier to the 'MILF-coded' tag on his character sheet -- but how else is he supposed to cope with all this spoopy bullshit?]

I saw it. But until somebody gets hurt, I'm determined not to give it the satisfaction of reacting.

You have a lot of experience with shadows, then?
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Graveyard

[personal profile] xiaoxiuya 2023-07-19 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[On the verge of leaving the graveyard after completing his own cursory investigation, Shen Yuan turns at the sound of a human voice and gives the young man in question a gracious smile.]

So they are. Gongzi shouldn't be too concerned, however: this one has been informed by a reliable source that they're all empty.
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def: (pic#16561373)

[personal profile] def 2023-07-19 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ... typical of his sister to pout and sulk when she doesn't get her way.

he supposes that serval just isn't used to gepard "rebelling" against her in a way, which he's always assumed she'd find amusement given her free-spirited personality. in this case, however, he thinks it's because he didn't give her much to go on, hence her reaction. sometimes, he does wonder which of them is younger.

if only he was given credit every time he sighs at the antics of serval, he'd be richer than their family.
]

I never said the establishment earlier was disreputable. It's simply something that's not within my area of interest.

[ or expertise.

he looks up at the building, frowning. he'll need to make sure this entire place is secured, at least.
]

... I assume you'd prefer to live on your own as usual?

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[personal profile] broca 2023-07-19 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ They're not so different in that regard, though Broca had joined Rhodes Island before he ever trusted them. He joined because the only two people he did trust at the time had decided they were going to, and even though he didn't like it, he grit his teeth and put up with it.

Thing is, Midnight is right that the leadership of Rhodes Island cares about the people who work for them. They're often put in pretty risky situations, but they've shown time and time again that they band together to take care of their own during that time, and Broca fully believes someone would notice he was missing.

Aosta and Chiave obviously, but other operators as well. That doesn't explain this though, because he has been gone for about a month, and no red flag had been raised at large. It's why Midnight's comment has him shaking his head. He knows how long he's been here, but--

He freezes, brow creasing.
]

Arts...

[ Not really going in depth in the way of explanations there, but this whole city has to be run using them to begin with. Something has to be at play that is making it seem to others that Broca never disappeared... or making Broca think he'd been here longer than he had?

Or something else......
]
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[personal profile] shareofnight 2023-07-19 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Tessa flushes. Well, of course. Her love of reading and stories, once again, has her putting her foot in her mouth. "I meant the Virgil who wrote the Aeneid? I suppose I was too caught up in my literary thoughts. I tend to do that a lot," she adds with a sheepish smile.

"You know, being a demon of something fun and inviting," she says with a gesture of her arms that may or may not be flailing. "But I suppose that defeats the purpose of demons to begin with."

"Wynonna is the one bearing the curse then?" She asks, curious. That seems like a heavy burden to bear, especially for one person.