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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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nomoresharks: (pic#15466300)

[personal profile] nomoresharks 2023-07-24 11:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Two months without answers... Their hosts must be quite elusive indeed]

And I should be glad to receive it, answers or no. Confusing as this place may be, I can at least take solace in the knowledge that the people here seem to be quite welcoming.
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[personal profile] cashewlater 2023-07-24 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ cyno is less concerned with the architecture than he is with possible threats. they were brought here for a reason, after all - they must have been - and he does not yet know what that reason is. he can't discount the possibility of nefarious intentions.

so he's entirely, fully on guard, as if anything might jump out of the shadows toward them as they make their way up from the platform and out of the station. the fresh air smells good after the grease and metal and grime of the train platform.

together they make their way toward the grand building of the city hall. ]


.. empty as well.
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[personal profile] cashewlater 2023-07-24 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Hate? Mm. I don't know. I'm simply not used to wearing them.

But I'm willing to try.
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[personal profile] meowbel 2023-07-24 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
You really think so? Then why would they go through all that effort? Are they just that shy?

[Let's see, she needed to turn her brain on and think like her brother. What would Dipper do in a situation like this?]

If I were a ghost, what kind of things would make me come out of hiding? Maybe a new friend or maybe a new pair of clothes to wear? Or perhaps even some good music for them to dance to?
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[personal profile] miyagimagic 2023-07-24 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ In hindsight, Daniel probably should have expected that question to be lobbed right back at him. He left the goal wide open for it, after all.

On the other hand, he was so busy focusing on Heine's answer, nodding as he takes it in - believing that Heine is capable of dealing with this if he says so, at least, though a little worried at the same time about what that implies about the place Heine comes from.. - that Daniel just.. didn't think Heine might ask him the same.

It causes the man to look kind of awkward for a moment, probably answering that question for him without words. Even if it's not the answer he wants to give.

Because what he writes out is the total opposite, as indicated when the phone reads out: ]


Yes. I'll be fine. This should heal just fine if I just rest. [ M.. aybe..

Hopefully..

But what's the alternative? Especially since he won't find out there's even doctors here at all until later. ]


I suppose it's just a matter of hoping nothing more dangerous will appear in this strange place, right?
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[personal profile] broca 2023-07-25 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ The single swish of his tail and deepening of his scowl answers for him that no, he doesn't know. He doesn't know much of anything here, but Arts make the most sense to him as to how they got here without remembering every getting on a train, and why they're now stuck here too.

The world traveling is...

Something he doesn't actually have a good explanation for, nor why the two of them in particular got nabbed. Though he does give Midnight a skeptical look when he says he understands why Broca got taken. He might be important to a handful of friends and coworkers, but he's not some vital linchpin that would make any sense to kidnap.
]

I don't think it matters who they grabbed.

[ At least, he doesn't get the feeling that it was well thought out and planned given the wide assortment of people that ended up here. ]
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[personal profile] wreatharrow 2023-07-25 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
That was my thought process anyway. I'm already aware that we're not on Teyvat, but I was hoping that it would at least tell me a little more about the region we are in.

[ Since Tighnari is familiar with just about all of the flora and the like on Teyvat. ]
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[personal profile] quitsmoking 2023-07-25 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Part of her is quietly impressed—the rest of her wonders how long he's been here. They definitely don't seem to have arrived on the same train, then, if he's been above ground already (and done so much shopping, window or otherwise), but it's the first time she's forced to confront a thought she hasn't been willing to consider since she woke up in that seat:

How do I get back to Shibuya?

It's a question of when too, of course, but she pushes them both down, deep and secure until a safer time to consider them. ]


The park sounds best, I think, especially with how creepy the station was. It seems pretty large, too. [ A pause. ] Maybe we'll run into someone else out there?

[ It's as much genuine curiosity as it is dim hope. They surely can't be the only two here; there were too many empty spaces where snacks and beverages might go. But this city is as dreadfully quiet as the one she'd left behind, and while she feels nothing particularly off about Midnight, nothing about the city feels off in the way she's used to. ]
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[personal profile] oversize 2023-07-25 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
( even with his eyes as weak as they are--something that's hard for him to put into words, something that he hasn't told anyone yet, not that they would understand--there's something about the way that suguru shifts, on the other side of shouko, that makes him wonder just what the mention of that name stirs up inside of him.

is he remembering their past, or wondering about a future that no longer includes him? does megumi bother him, or is it something to do with their connection, rather, that becomes the problem? he watches suguru slightly, beyond shouko's sharp profile, and concedes to slowly unwrapping the fruit sandwich from its plastic packaging, his lips fit into one of the first frowns he's offered in this place, outright.

of course, it's not at the sandwich. had shouko picked it up without thinking? she would never eat this thing, with all its cream stuffed in around soggy, sweet bread and carefully cut strawberries; he immediately stuffs it into his mouth, taking a neat little bite at one triangle end. the coffee he tucks in between his thighs.

naturally, without manners, speaking with his mouth full: )
I didn't lose track of him.

( does he sound a little affronted? maybe. )

He just...disappeared. Maybe I'm going crazy and he was never there to begin with, but he...seemed real. All the blood seemed real. The wounds. I'd never seen him like that before.

( there's another bite of the sandwich--cream oozes out the other side, getting onto his fingers, which he immediately swings towards shouko, teasing. as if she'd lick it off for him, get real. )
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[personal profile] lickstheevidence 2023-07-25 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Connor doesn't have a problem with lying if necessary, but he prefers not to. This particular truth about himself he'll keep for a while longer yet, even so.]

I wish I had better news for you. [He'd come to the same conclusion a while ago, but that doesn't mean he's going to give up. His expression softens as he looks over at her.]

I haven't been here so long that I've given up hope. [Now he huffs a laugh.] I was a detective back home. Even if it's figuring things out for its own sake, I still want to be at the front of the line. [As he's talking, he's pulled out his quarter, rolling it over and around his knuckles and flipping it in the air as he thinks.]
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[personal profile] lickstheevidence 2023-07-25 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
That's true, they did. I don't think I'd've wanted that job.

Touch?

[He stops petting her, suddenly seeming to notice that his fingers are entangled in her fur and feeling self-conscious about it. He wrings his hands, a nervous habit.]

Not as much. I have a sense of touch, as do others like me, because it allows us to gather information about the people and things in the world around us and helps us to orient our limbs. It would be hard to navigate through our environment if we didn't have at least a rudimentary sense of touch.
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[personal profile] mollymocks 2023-07-25 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
Well if you're not going to trust anything I say, this is going to be a very useless exercise.

[ Not that he sounds particularly upset by the accusation. If anything it's fair enough. But still, if she's not particularly feeling it, then there's no real reason to force it.

Aside from his own amusement, but that's besides the point.

But he does peer at her over the tops of his cards, red eyes wide and as innocent as he can make them. It isn't very, but the attempt is there. ]


Shall I continue or...?
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[personal profile] mollymocks 2023-07-25 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
Well, things are what we make of them, aren't they?

[ It's a bit flippant, but it belies the way Molly is studying him a bit more intently. He certainly seems to be taking Molly seriously to some degree, for all that he must know everything is bullshit, and that's intriguing. ]

Perhaps in the less literal sense we shape our own impressions of it.

[ And with that, Molly flicks out the final card and gives it a sage nod. ]

Oh yes, The Anvil. I'd say that's a definite lean towards making this work for ourselves. But do tell me what you, think, dear.
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[personal profile] quitsmoking 2023-07-25 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Shoko is ready with a tease on her tongue, hearing that pouting as clear as day. As clear as it ever was, ten years ago, when the three of them could sit together like this and picnic on a spring day without worry. But her faces blanches at the mention of blood and wounds. Her eyes widen. But she doesn't dare ask the question clawing its way up her throat about their source, about their shape and meaning—

About whether Gojo is certain, unequivocally, that it was Megumi and not something else that he saw.

A bit of daydrinking sounds just right now, and she takes the last, large bite of her onigiri, chewing slowly as she cracks the can open. It will keep the question down, crushed beneath fish and rice and nori. But she knows the suppression is temporary, in a way that she hopes their tenure here is, too. After all, if one of the students can get out, shouldn't the three of them be able to? ]


Send him my way, if he turns up again. [ Matter-of-fact, with a bit of lingering food in her own mouth. She very pointedly ignores the offered cream and averts her gaze directly to Geto—or, more specifically, the emptiness of his sleeve as he calmly, though noticeably pensive, eats. ]

And now that I'm here, you should let me look at that, too. [ She gestures with her can, brazen but not impolite, at the way Geto's shoulder simply stops. Even if she hadn't been looking for injuries—a simple habit developed from years of evaluations—the fact that Geto didn't shirk her help with the wrapper and hasn't shown anything but his left hand this whole time wasn't going to go unnoticed forever. She doesn't know why he didn't say anything, but she does wonder if either of them will explain it. ]
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[personal profile] justscribing 2023-07-25 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
What have you learned so far? [He's certainly read a thing or two (or three, four-) to differentiate poisonous plants and basic varietals, but he'll defer to the Amurta scholar for details.]
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[personal profile] justscribing 2023-07-25 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
If there's nobody around, then nobody can stop us from taking a look. [You know, in all the places they shouldn't be.

So, entering the city hall, Alhaitham glances the direction of each hallway.]
There must be a records room.
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[personal profile] gurge 2023-07-25 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ a poor imitation would just make things worse — he'd said as much to Nanako and Miguel once and it holds true as he glances back to Gojou, feeling his eyes on him. he should be used to seeing that look on his face by now, the lack of expression on Ieiri's. she was always much better at it than either of them: best at RCT, best at keeping herself neutral and composed, best at not fracturing under everything — the cruel reality of a doctor, of a mortician. he thinks to lighten the mood by biting Satoru's finger, chomping right down on it until he squawks in this silent graveyard. he doesn't. ]

Mm? [ ...a reluctant roll of both shoulders, the one severed displaying less range of movement. the flesh might be patched over, the abrasions and wounds Rika had left behind once weeping crimson from temple to pelvis, but there's something to be said about the road of recovery when it comes to traumatic wounds. the muscles are still sorting themselves out, nerves dulled. ] It's not so bad, I ran into a healer when I first arrived.

[ if there's concern there, he thinks it's only what he perceives of it. this wound isn't undeserved, a loss is a loss — and the best of triage nurses are on the battlefield's aftermath, helping regardless of the colors. still, a lingering look seeks to determine her commitment to the subject, and he folds quickly: ] ...I'll send you the address of where I'm staying.

[ for later. an open-air plan, for whenever it is that Gojou feels comfortable leaving them alone — or Shouko ignores his concerns and comes on her own anyway. that thread of commonality: none of them have ever listened to anyone. then, there's his own reason for it anyway, and even a hint of it will send that fluffy white rabbit scurrying back into the forest. ]

[ the lull in conversation that follows is tense. after all, getting out isn't the same thing as getting home — and even if it was, that isn't an option for him anymore. more than his arm, he wonders if Shouko just wants to inspect a dead man. again. he would've wound up on her table at the Jujutsu Tech morgue anyway, right? she wouldn't be alone in needing to touch to confirm the reality of him, that where the warmth of his thigh brushing her knee isn't a trick of the sunlight. ]
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[personal profile] torpour 2023-07-25 09:50 am (UTC)(link)
Yes. [for now, he means. but nehan has prepared enough.]

I'll lead the way to the place-- I'm sure I can find it from here. I'll trust you to handle yourself, just in case something happens.

[then he peers at heine-- hopefully he can handle himself. he can't carry a kid like this, let alone a grown man.]
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[personal profile] lockingout 2023-07-25 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
... fair.

[ Lockon shrugs as well, not particularly hung up on turning this into a petty argument. ]

In any case, yeah, I'm employed on a spaceship right now.

[ He figures that's vague enough to say. He can't exactly get into the details of his profession, but this little is harmless. ]
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[personal profile] xiaoxiuya 2023-07-26 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Kindly, well-meaning, ever-so-slightly misogynistic Shen Yuan swallows the act hook, line, and sinker! This poor young lady is clearly in over her head, and no wonder! Dragged into a strange city like this with no explanation and no familiar faces around her, anyone would be worried! Poor thing, of course Shen Yuan will do all he can to help her.]

This one is called Shen Yuan. Would the young miss like to share her name with me as well?
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[personal profile] abit_ofboth 2023-07-26 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately, that seems to be all we have to go on currently. There are some people documenting things so hopefully we can soon see some sort of pattern, but so far all we’ve been able to discern is that we seem to come from a variety of worlds and times, we all arrived the same way and we cannot leave. Otherwise, there is no information to be found.

[That was actually the biggest concern for Loki. Why give them absolutely no information? Stealing people from their lives and then leaving them no reason as to why was a recipe for disaster in Loki’s opinion.

Before he can stop it, his eyebrows shoot up in surprise at the thanks. He is very much not used to people thanking him for anything, really.]


You are most welcome. It is nice to meet you Althea. You may call me Loki. [A bit awkwardly, he gave a bit of a bow of his head.]
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[personal profile] wresting 2023-07-26 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
( for a moment, however brief, McGillis's expression is open, as though she surprises him. her words strike a chord.

McGillis smiles, a bow of his head, a momentary close of his eyes. the amusement is self deprecating in only the faintest sense of self deprecating. )
Of course, ( he replies, fully wakened from his slumber. ) I've found myself growing complacent in this city. ( his gaze meets Vanessa's. ) Your council arrived at just the right time.
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[personal profile] wresting 2023-07-26 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
( an "ah" sort of noise. )

In this city... You may be right. ( he prefers it, really, if only the city weren't holding him captive or boring him out of his skull or failed at all to drag Rustal Elion captive and inert. (if only it weren't untrue, that he chafes in his own loneliness, seeing ghosts of Gaelio Bauduin in places he has never been.) McGillis casts a glance about the aisles. ) Are there umbrellas stocked here?
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biggest apologies 🙏 (RL was weird this month...)

[personal profile] wresting 2023-07-26 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
( once or twice, McGillis's attention flits to the pins, the lane that leads to them. his interest in Harry's coaching is earnest, but like everything about him, McGillis Fareed's interest is sharp around the edges, a bird of prey waiting for the opportunity to strike. in a less bloody sense here, at least. )

I see. What are the conditions to win? ( it is not the friends we make along the way... )
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[personal profile] absurdgrudge 2023-07-26 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Loaded, yes, like a nicely polished gun. The point of the question was to see how the good doctor would decide to shoot himself, and such a vast, artful nothing of an answer tells Goro things about what he's like as a person more than most straightforward responses could've.

The man is putting on a show, Goro decides. The question is for who? The audience, or himself?]


Until our captor shows themselves to us so we can narrow it down beyond anyone who has been traumatized by the unpredictable nature of our reality, it's too broad a category to start theorizing with. [A shrug.] Though, it wouldn't matter to me anyways. I can't be the only one who had important things going on back home, yes?

[For a certain definition of important. For a certain definition of having things going on. For a certain definition of home.]