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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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justscribing: (❖ 11)

[personal profile] justscribing 2023-07-20 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[If there were anywhere in Teyvat that had such architecture, Kaveh would surely have heard of it. Alhaitham thinks he might have been able to pull up even passing familiarity if for no reason more than hearing Kaveh complain about how lifeless and dull it is, and who could have possibly designed such a thing, under the straight metal and lacquered tiles.

Sunlight is filtering through the doors ahead, heavily glass. And outside, the landscape is just as familiar as inside the station.

Taking a few feet from the building, Alhaitham turns to regard the front of it for a while before looking around.]
The city hall should be that way.
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[personal profile] lickstheevidence 2023-07-20 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Every time her tail thumps, it seems like a reminder to Connor to renew his scratching behind her ears. He huffs a laugh at her question, but it's good-natured.]

For some reason, red berries are used as an example of something that's poison that you shouldn't eat. But someone had to eat the first raspberry, didn't they?

[His petting is settling down into something more lazy, running his fingers through her fur to feel the texture under his artificial skin. She's soft and it's comforting.]

Yeah, they can, and it is part of my scanning profile. But my eyes and tongue are more important in that regard. I guess since other androids don't have body odors, they figured it wasn't as big a deal for hunting and detaining deviants.
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[personal profile] lickstheevidence 2023-07-20 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[They all had to do what they had to do to survive here, and if the City made that easier for them, he wasn't going to question it. He also wasn't going to worry about holding people accountable for what could be considered petty crimes. It wasn't his place, not when he was just as guilty of them.]

I don't think any of us here are at our best. This place almost feels...draining.

[That was a good word for it; despite being supplied with as much Thirium as he could drink, he was malfunctioning as though he was experiencing a loss. Like it wasn't as potent, or something. Good enough to keep him alive, good enough for him to be maintaining his abilities, but he wasn't in peak working order despite his diagnostics coming back clean. It was something external to him, and the more he talked to people the more he realized he wasn't the only one affected. It wasn't reassuring, but at least he wasn't damaged in ways he couldn't detect.]

That's exactly how it seemed to me, too. [He scans along the wall, trying to trace the power lines back to their source, but they just...stop. They're not connected to anything. There's no electricity flowing in, no power thrumming through the lines. The wall has juice, but with no discernable origin. It's frustrating. He steps forward to brush his own fingertips along the bricks, feeling the energy there. How is the City doing this? He glances back down at Althea.]

I don't understand it. It shouldn't be possible. [Connor shakes his head.] Another thing to get used to, I guess.
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I. Arrival

[personal profile] xiaoxiuya 2023-07-20 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[In a bid to be helpful, Shen Yuan has been loitering around the upper floor of the train station, raiding the convenience stores for snacks and waiting to see if any more confused newcomers will come up the stairs. When a bona fide fox girl arrives his eyebrows shoot up in surprised bemusement, but that doesn't stop him from tucking his bag of gummi bears into a pocket and ambling over to say hello.

Well met. [Said to her gently, and erring on the side of more formality when he's not sure what might be too little for this young lady's comfort.] The young miss must be feeling confused by such a sudden change in her surroundings. Perhaps a fellow wanderer might help set her mind at ease?
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[personal profile] marmoron 2023-07-20 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ to that, keith shrugs. ]

I mean... I already said I thought you look like a space pirate, so I swung in the other direction.
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1. Tourist Crap

[personal profile] xiaoxiuya 2023-07-20 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Surprised, or simply venting? [Shen Yuan quips, having entered the useless tourist's center specifically in search of no-doubt confused newcomers. He gives the place a quick look-around himself, finding no obvious changes, before turning a friendly smile on the young man with...is that really natural purple hair? It must be; his eyebrows match. Amazing.]

I'm afraid whoever our captors are, they've been quite cagey with explanations.
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((Idk if you wanna wrap up here or if you have more? It feels like it's hitting a good point :) ))

[personal profile] codenametesla 2023-07-20 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Well would you look at that. She lets out a breath but smiles and nods.]

Yeah, I don't know who might, but hopefully someone here can take a look at it. Even if there's nothing to be found on there, it'd be good to have a baseline for what the computers are like here. [It was a thought, at least.]

Let's go?
Edited (html my loathed) 2023-07-20 02:23 (UTC)
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[personal profile] catmemes 2023-07-20 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ He blinks once, slowly, but honestly that is fair enough. ]

You can call me Kai.

[ It's almost an answer to the not-quite question, but what else is new. Names get tricky, in the spirit world. Never pays to give too much away. ]

Good luck with your surprises.
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1. the station

[personal profile] xiaoxiuya 2023-07-20 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Nearly two months now," Shen Yuan says gently, knowing it is likely not the answer this young man he'd just watched come up the subway stairs wants to hear. But it's the truth, and that's why Shen Yuan's here: to break the news as gently as he can and help newcomers ease into their new situation. "I'm afraid if there's a way to leave this city, no one's yet discovered it. But it's not entirely bad; our physical needs are provided for at least, as you can see." He gestures to the open bag of candy he'd been snacking from, before smiling sheepishly and stuffing it into a pocket.

"Forgive me; where are my manners? My name is Shen Yuan."
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[personal profile] mollymocks 2023-07-20 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Asking for a friend, hm? Molly just gives her a genial smile and begins gathering the cards back together. ]

Feeling your question was answered, then?

[ To some degree or other, at least. Not his best work, perhaps, but one can be forgiven a bit of an off day, considering. ]
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[personal profile] luciole 2023-07-20 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Lucinda chuckles, muffling it with the back of her palm before nodding her head.]

You could say that, yes. I was looking forward to talking to it, but it's very evasive.
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[personal profile] mollymocks 2023-07-20 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Clearly we're all affecting the cards, then.

[ He seems unruffled by the poking, pointed as it is. If he folded under questioning, Molly would never have gotten this far. It does make him want to pull out the stops, though, so he flicks out another card. ]

The Dream. Oh my. [ He makes a bit of a show of considering the card before setting it down. ] The dream of things yet to come. Perhaps to say that this fascinating new world can be shaped? The only limit is imagination, you know.
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[personal profile] mollymocks 2023-07-20 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Well, true enough.

[ He flashes a grin as he sets all three cards down, letting Henry study them for a moment as he likes. ]

Doesn't make it any less applicable. And I wonder if some of us have traveled farther than others.

[ From what little he's seen, some people have taken to this strange city of stone and metal with a great deal more grace than Molly is feeling. Though that might also be down to the fact that he's pretty sure he's dead. It still counts. ]

Have I answered your question, then?
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[personal profile] fanstheflames 2023-07-20 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
...

Do you really hate shoes, or...
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[personal profile] centile 2023-07-20 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
[so in his own world, like mr. larusso. mob isn't sure if it's better or worse to be brought here from something like that. maybe they're safer now? but there's no emergency services. peter needed help.

when given the go ahead he tries to carefully clean peter's injuries. what did he do about this? he doesn't know how to help beyond some basics, but right now he was the only one here and he'd do it. he knows how much this hurts. broken noses, head hitting a desk-

not thinking about that. (40%)]


Do you want to talk about it? [you know, the uh... horrors. whatever happened. at the moment mob can't help but think bullies. surely it's not way wilder than that!

he tries to be very gentle, avoiding peter's nose, putting the bloodied wipe away for a cleaner one.]
It looks pretty bad. I don't really know how to help with that, a broken nose. Maybe we can find someone here who does.
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[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-20 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
For... everything that's happening here? I suppose that's possible, but do you know?

[ Midnight most certainly does not. For all a vampire has in advantages as a Caster, Midnight never cared to look into getting better at his own Arts until this year. He's... pretty sure that a few elite Operators could certainly make some illusions that could make someone believe they've been trapped somewhere else longer than they actually were, but then... ]

For that matter, why this level of Arts to contain someone like me? You I understand, but I'm in the reserve. It seems too elaborate, unless you and I specifically have something in common others would want.

[ Even then, that definitely doesn't explain the other people here. ]
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[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-07-20 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ the wry twist of heine's mouth probably speaks volumes about what he thinks about cops, generally: very little, even when they are covering up slaughters. ]

When we cleaned up the rings that bought and sold the hybrids, we would sometimes call the police after, tell 'em where to find the leftovers. [ he shoves his hands into his pockets and lifts his shoulders, then drops them. ] They always covered for us, too. Not because they gave a fuck, though—it was just less paperwork.

[ it was still a good thing, in the end, that the police didn't look too hard into heine and badou's misadventures in the below, taking down mob houses and shooting up prostitution rings. they might have been willing to turn a blind eye, but they also didn't do shit about it, either.

but here he goes—jaded, again. heine sighs. ]
Fuck. Sorry. A win is a win.
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[personal profile] xiaoxiuya 2023-07-20 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
Oh?

[Now this is interesting. Somebody who tries to talk to shadows must certainly be either magical, or mad; so which is it, he wonders?]

What sort of things were you hoping it would say back?
justscribing: (❖ 67)

That's good with me! We can handwave Computer 101

[personal profile] justscribing 2023-07-20 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Well he'll remember those terms and look out for anyone talking about it on the network. He's not gonna go ask people though.]

All right. [He cants his head and fully exits to go check out the computer and learn some basics from Althea. They might even exchange names!]
xiaoxiuya: (tiny fuck)

Apartments

[personal profile] xiaoxiuya 2023-07-20 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Seconding the pleasant surprise <3]

Indeed, while she's still arranging her new plant to her satisfaction she might see a young man come out on his own balcony, a few floors below her and a bit to the side -- although she might be forgiven for thinking he's a woman at first, as his hair is astonishingly thick and black and, once he's taken it out of its tightly-woven braid, hangs several inches past his waist.

The young man sighs heavily and spends several seconds finger-combing his hair and rubbing tension out of his scalp before leaning on his balcony's railing, as if settling in to watch the sunset. Don't let this show of weariness fool you, however! He's just trying to get a few minutes of privacy from his sticky bun of a roommate, that's all!
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[personal profile] kidobutai 2023-07-20 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Now wasn't this convenient? Someone willing to help her out in her hour of need shortly after arriving. Akagi flashed him an oh-so sweet smile in return of his greeting. She wasn't comfortable in the slightest. With her rigging missing, a noticeable absence of salt in the air, and the twinge of waking up somewhere you were not. Akagi is not the type to take all that well to the last part.

And so wheels and plots turned inside her head. But first, the man in front of her.]


Oh~! Such a thing would be incredibly helpful! Far more than messages on my phone.

[Her tails twitch this way and that. Yep, she is, without a doubt, a genuine fox girl! One now slowly walking towards him, attention now full-on Shen Yuan.]

A name for where I am, would be a wonderful start!
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[personal profile] xiaoxiuya 2023-07-20 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
Alas. [Said with genuine regret, not to mention a little wryness: she just had to start with the hard-hitting questions, didn't she?]

So far as this one knows, this city has no name. No one has been able to find or identify a local resident that I know of, and it seems that everyone here arrived in the same manner as the young miss, by the trains underground. The identity of the person or persons that arranged to bring us here is likewise a mystery.
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[personal profile] belorock 2023-07-20 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ do they argue often? serval would spitball an estimation of "less than your average siblings, probably?", she would also have no source whatsoever to back up her claim. she is definitely the one who usually gets huffy first though, precisely because she's free-spirited and isn't a fan of bottling things up. what gepard may not grasp in this case is the source of her frustration, one that would plainly not exist if not for him being the way he is. perfectly normal grievances for an older sibling to have over their younger ones though, in the reputable opinion of a lifetime older sister!

the laudaus have always been stubborn, and stalwart stickler to the principles they live by. in that regard, they are exactly the same. ]


What, would you have me move back in if it was up to you?

[ she shoots back nonchalantly while giving the building an unimpressive look-over, she'd really rather find somewhere she can rock out in undisturbed first. but this stick-in-the-mud worrywart wouldn't stand for it, would he? ]
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[personal profile] kidobutai 2023-07-20 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
No name? Really?

[The continued annoyance she feels doesn't seep through either vocally, or physically. No name then, no real knowing where, or when she had ended up. What sort of distortion she is in. Who is pulling what strings.

Nothing off the bat.

Being the manipulative sort- Akagi changed her tone ever so slightly to more of a damsel. Light, confused, and denoting generalized anxiety with an added touch of shakiness. Enough to lull a man into a sense of wanting to help.

Nice touch, Akagi.]


That's... w-well it's quite the terrible mystery we've found ourselves in! But... well at least there's others here? Do you have a name?
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[personal profile] possessum 2023-07-20 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Peter doesn't know how long he sits there for, has no concept of time passing or not passing. But things feel stagnant, like he's stuck somewhere, and he lets himself be. He would stay like this endlessly if he were allowed to. Being nothing. Alone.

Except he isn't. Not for always. Someone does find him— and at first he can't see or perceive her, just remains sitting there where he is, eyes half-lidded now, and glossy. There's a thick fog shrouding everything within him, blurring him from the inside out. He isn't meant to exist anymore, he's supposed to be.... gone. It's okay to be gone. He won't fight it; he never did. Not even back home, it was never about fighting, just running away. And he tried, he tried to run, but—

—the voice is a little closer to him now, as the young woman approaches, and it's a muffled sound, a dim light through the fog. The boy's skin shudders, some quiet awareness moving through him. A hand twitches; he gives a soft exhale and his eyelids flutter softly.

Slowly he lifts his head, looking in her direction. Panic would usually be the default reaction to a stranger nearing him, but Peter's too exhausted and strange to even be capable of that much. He just stares, eyes swollen and wet, confused. Someone's... there.

Words don't come, not yet, but his tongue moves slow and thick in his mouth like some foreign creature, brushes upwards and gives a cluck.
]