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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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4libaba: (pic#16582820)

[personal profile] 4libaba 2023-07-20 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Woah... she's so regal and articulate. She's like a princess. Futaba is reminded of Haru, and she stands up slightly straighter because she doesn't want to come across as even more of a cringefail loser than she's already shown herself to be.]

Uh, yeah, the apartment. Thank you. I should've brought a bag but I couldn't find any.

[That's such a lame lie, god.]

I'm not really used to going shopping on my own. Normally my caretaker does that. And even then it's like, shops, with money, this place is just weird.
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[personal profile] 4libaba 2023-07-20 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Sort of. I think to some extent it's not... hiding, exactly. It's not pretending like it's normal.

Although I think we all have pretty different versions of that. Normal, I mean. But it's giving us things that are familiar to us. I just want to figure out if it's doing it with an active intelligence or not...

[She lets out an irritable huff.]

I'm used to having more to work with than this.
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[personal profile] 4libaba 2023-07-20 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's tempted to not follow, purely to spite him for thinking that she would fully him. Bitch. But like, he is the only Phantom Thief here, and she doesn't want to see how Akira would react if she'd been like "I ditched Akechi and he fell on some pancakes and died again, sorry!"

So fine, she'll stick with him for now. Because she sure as shit doesn't want to be alone.]
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[personal profile] 4libaba 2023-07-20 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not Shibuya.

[Which is where she'd expect to be if she were on a train in Tokyo.]

In fact, I don't think this is even Japan.

[There's a few possibilities cycling through her brain, but she can't share them with a relative stranger, not yet. Especially when she doesn't even know if she's right.]
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[personal profile] abit_ofboth 2023-07-20 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
“Would it not be more helpful to be judged while things were happening? If the goal is to be better, or do better, then why rack it all up to only be corrected at the end of the day? Seems one could learn a lot more if they were punished throughout. At least some might actually strive to do better. Or is the point more about not letting so many people in? Is there perhaps a limit on the number of souls allowed into your afterlife?” He’s genuinely curious. It seems that mortals of this following need to act a certain way in order to get into this heaven, and yet the only way they have to succeed in this is reading an old book. He wondered how much from that book was still viable, what with how much Midgard had changed even just within the last hundred years or so.

“I suppose this Wyatt of yours is one of the good people you refer to?” He asks almost gently, wondering if his friend has died and that is why he thinks in such a way. “Some rules were meant to be bent. Some were written by those in power to serve themselves and not the greater good. Some no longer work for the society they govern. And some are just stupid and pointless. Either way, I find there is often a good reason to circumvent them, if one needs.”
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[personal profile] standformyself 2023-07-20 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
The Disreputable Dog. Bitch, if you want to be correct about it.

[Not that she has ever stood about being correct or proper. She uses disreputable on purpose, as she can be just that. A menance, a pest, shifty. That won't change, no matter where she is or what is going on around her.]

The Dog is perfectly fine though.

[As she will answer to it, although she'd probably answer to hey you and what the heck as well. The answers may just vary.]
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[personal profile] standformyself 2023-07-20 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
It sounds a bit like a challenge.

[Which means that the Dog is going to poke about everywhere that she can poke about, and try to get any and all answers that she can.]
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[personal profile] stubboarn 2023-07-20 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
... I had good mentors.

[ is all he says on that, because while dimitri thinks his father is a good man, and his mother ... a good woman, despite being distant to him, he can't really say they're both upstanding. king lambert was ... a king, above everything else. and his mother ... he didn't really knew her that much, in the end, though he tried to be close to her.

dimitri leans back against the wall to give him space to clean up and to put on his ointment; he'll be there for additional help if required. ]
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[personal profile] aceslow 2023-07-20 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
You solved the case without me? [ Kim can't help but blurt out -- and if he sounds cross about the whole thing, it's because he is. It's only reasonable to solve the case in your partner's absence; time marches ever forward, and the case isn't about Kim. The case is about the hanged man. About Martinaise, and the people who live in it. But that doesn't stop him from that simple gut reaction anyway.

That is, until his brain catches up with his ears. ]


Wait, we solved the case? But I don't remember anything of the sort. The last thing I remember was the aftermath of the Tribunal. You hadn't yet been well enough to string a lucid sentence together, let alone go running all over creation. [ He frowns as he hops off of his perch, as though standing at attention. There's more for them to discuss, more important matters; the disparity between their memories and the dilation of time itself, their place here in this world, what they could possibly do next --

But he wants to know. ]


Who did it? You have to tell me everything.
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[personal profile] luminously 2023-07-20 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
( There's no judgement on her end!! There's a lot of different kinds of people here from different worlds -- and everyone has come from different circumstances. )

I believe that the majority of those who have been taken here are well out of their element.

( Hyrule was full of small stores with limited items, but she knows that things will change with the kingdom now having been saved. )

Similar to you, I am without my knight. My father was the one who issued the order for him to watch over me, but I admit that things feel strange without him. With that being said... Perhaps we can help one another adjust.
Edited 2023-07-20 22:41 (UTC)
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[personal profile] aceslow 2023-07-20 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Kim is fine, [ he says warmly, taking one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out on the sole of his boot, such a natural, automatic gesture that it's clear that he's done this exact same motion hundreds of times. His surroundings may change, but at least one thing remains the same. ]

I don't think titles amount to much in this place, anyway. Good to meet you, Lenore. And, for the record? I thought this was a dream at first as well. But after a month here, I think I can dispense with that theory. For better or for worse, you're stuck here.

[ He glances around them, the graveyard an eerie sight in the dim light, standing atop graves that Kim sincerely believes must be empty. Have they gotten to the point where someone would be willing to dig it up? It's a thought he's filing away for later, anyhow. It's a bit grim, even for him. ]

Have you figured out lodgings yet?
codenametesla: (is that so? Shaky smile)

[personal profile] codenametesla 2023-07-20 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[She relaxed marginally when he said it would do, quickly handing the deck back as soon as he holds out her hand. There's some part of her that almost feels... nervous now, waiting for what the man would say, even as she wasn't sure he could be actually about to tell a fortune.

Maybe it was the uncertainty about it, on sitting in front of someone who for all intents looked like an incredibly well decorated demon, kidnaped into a weirdly empty city, that had her nervous.

But on the first card, and his comment, she blinked, silent for a moment, before-]


Pffffff, judging my own judgement? [She was being nervous over nothing, considering that answer, and she managed another shaky smile after forcing herself to relax a bit.]

I suppose that's true. Only I will know whether I can trust them or not.. but now I have to figure out whether I can trust you who's telling me to trust myself, huh?
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[personal profile] codenametesla 2023-07-20 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[She wasn't... really sure what the brief look meant, and it was gone too fast for her to try and figure it out. It was probably fine since he smiled just after, right? She pushed herself to give her own smile in return: it was probably too much to hope that everyone would be fully accepting in that situation, she supposed.]

I haven't tried much yet, so I don't know how much I have if I pushed... wait, millennium? [Oh god, that probably meant he was very powerful if he'd been around that long. Was that how it worked? Swallowing, she tried to nod and not look intimidated as all hell.] That must have been even more disconcerting, then. I'm sorry.

If everyone else is as... disconcerted, then yeah, it makes sense that it's taken a while to get searches going. But if everyone here is searching, then something has to come up soon, right?
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[personal profile] nomoresharks 2023-07-20 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hythlodaeus offers a helpless half-shrug in return.]

Venting, ultimately. Would that I could bring forth some answers with but a wave of my hand, but alas, 'tis not to be.

You've been here for some time then?
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[personal profile] luciole 2023-07-21 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
[She shrugs and glances towards the bowling alleys again.]

Well, I was hoping it would give useful information unlike what's in the kiosks. It's rather annoying how empty and devoid this place is otherwise.
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[personal profile] codenametesla 2023-07-21 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Draining was a very good word for it, and she found herself nodding as she watched him eventually step forward to touch the wall, her own fingers itching to do the same. For a moment, she wondered if he had some way to sense it too, but she quickly pushed that away as wishful thinking.]

It shouldn't be... which makes me think it's either something technologically well beyond us, or... [She trailed off, not sure whether stating 'supernatural' would be too much for Connor.] Or I don't know.

I guess that's all we can do, at least right now? [If she was understanding him correctly so far.] If getting used to it means we'll eventually understand it and be able to leave, then I'm all for that.
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[personal profile] standformyself 2023-07-21 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[The question is more does she have a place that she doesn't like scratched?]

Behind the ears is always good. By the collar. Between my shoulder blades- that one is a little tricky to reach.
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[personal profile] fullgauntlet 2023-07-21 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Those all sound like very American snacks.

... He loves American snacks.]


I guess it wouldn't hurt to try and find some. Ahh... Okay. Let's go.
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[personal profile] lickstheevidence 2023-07-21 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Back home, he wouldn't have hesitated to peel his skin back and place his the bare tips of his fingers to the wall, in the hopes that he would better be able to feel the tiniest currents of electricity beneath them. He remembers too well what Duo had told him, and keeps his secret, for the moment, to himself.]

[He's inclined to lean towards technology beyond their understanding, but even he can't deny that some of what is going on does seem to have paranormal elements to it.]

I arrived from a moderately technologically advanced society, but this is well beyond my understanding. [He steps away from the wall, sighing.] I don't know either.

[He stares over at her for a long moment, then looks back to the wall.]

There's no guarantee of that. Getting used to it means adjusting as best we can to the circumstances we find ourselves in. We keep searching for answers, asking questions and pooling what information we're able to discover about this place. But even if we find out every single secret this place holds, that doesn't mean we'll be sent home after.

[He shakes his head, his expression stony as his gaze practically bores a hole into the wall.]
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[personal profile] wreatharrow 2023-07-21 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, see... Tighnari likes it when things are a little more upfront. Granted, he doesn't mind seeking out knowledge for himself. That's the way things are meant to be done. But there are no clues here to build off of. Nothing to really even form a good thesis by. ]

I wouldn't think so either. But there has to be a hint somewhere. Some clue.
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[personal profile] abit_ofboth 2023-07-21 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[It bothered him slightly that he’d let that bit of emotion slip at all. He was aware that he often had difficulties holding back when something really bothered him, but typically it had been easier to accomplish with strangers. He had been thinking more and more of his brother though. How he had left him, or rather been stolen from his life just as they had started to reconcile. When he had just started to realize he wanted to go home, as much as there even was one anymore. It seemed all these emotions were coming to the surface, even when around strangers.

Keeping his expression interested but calm, he nodded as he listened to her. He always wondered who would react to anything he said about time, when he revealed just how old he might be. It was truly entertaining to watch a mortal respond. He managed to keep his face neutral as he looked at her questioningly.]
Yes, a millennium. Now, you were saying something about pushing? [He waved his hand dismissively.] It is fine, but thank you for your concern.

I must assume that anyone here with powers is suffering the same affects, though I believe not everyone here has them. If we all get on board, then yes, I am hopeful we will find something. [That was a bit of a lie. He wasn’t about to stop looking, but Loki was a bit of a pessimist in this. It was starting to look like the only way they would find out anything was if those who had taken them decided to give it to them.]

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[personal profile] wreatharrow 2023-07-21 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Those must be some lamps then. After all, normal lamplight doesn't produce the same sort of rays from the sun that the body needs.

[ And now we're back to SCIENCE ]
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[personal profile] xiaoxiuya 2023-07-21 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Agreed, though one has to wonder how much information a dinky little shadow in a bowling alley might have -- but then, we have to start somewhere, don't we?

[Another sip of his cocktail, studying her with polite interest over the lip of the glass.]

Does madam have much experience with talking to shadows?
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[personal profile] justscribing 2023-07-21 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Is seems that they are truly starting with nothing, but is that not where human understanding of the world's very making started? Fortunately or unfortunately, one person here is very interested in the challenge.]

Such as trying to pinpoint our location based on the local foliage?
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[personal profile] codenametesla 2023-07-21 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
[The secrets could come later, for both of them, should they continue to work together. At least for her, she couldn't stomach the idea of lying for very long, even one of omission, if she could help it, and if the people being dragged to the city were really going to work together, then she wanted to use every ability she had to help, even if it meant being judged.]

Well that's... not great. [She muttered, though she knew it was a supremely unhelpful comment. If Connor was from a more technologically advanced place (or time?) than she was, and even he couldn't make heads or tails of it, that brought the probability of it being something they wouldn't be able to figure out uncomfortably high.

At his correction and explanation, she sighed, nodding slightly even as she looked less than happy about it.]


I know, I just... have to try and hope, I guess. I'm sure it seems stupid, especially if you've been here a while, I'm sorry. At the very least, trying to figure it out seems like it might still be worthwhile for its own sake.