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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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killed: (pic♯15756259)

[personal profile] killed 2023-07-29 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes. These places are known as cemetaries, and those who tend to them are known as caretakers... It's not uncommon for families to tend to them as well, though, and they'll leave offerings. You can leave flowers on their grave, and for children it's common to leave teddy bears and the like...

[ The latter does draw a faint frown from him. That's an unpleasant subject, and he has to imagine that the majority of cultures would mourn the loss of the youngest and most vulnerable members of their group. ]

There's even kind souls who will leave them for people who they never knew, those who might have been lost with the passage of time... [ He recovers with a soft sigh now, smiling, ] At their core, humans are kind and caring bunch.

[ Though, well... It's more complicated than that, but anyway. ]
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[personal profile] killed 2023-07-30 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's just one chip, get over it!!!! Unfortunately he's a tactful and sensitive individual, so while there is a little chuckle when he sees it pulled away, he does shake his head to show that he meant no harm... He is rather proper and even stuffy at times, but that doesn't mean he's above just a little bit of a mischief (read: childish) when it suits him. ]

No, no, thank you... Please forgive my poor manners, but would you mind if I sit by you? There's not many people here today, and it's not as fun to play by yourself.
killed: (pic♯16084291)

[personal profile] killed 2023-07-30 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ how midnight can't appreciate a man who loves the sound of his own voice... smh ]

Ahaha... I've said a bit too much, have I? It goes along with thinking too much, and I've already done more than enough of that.

[ But he nods in agreement though, ]

But some of the people here came from circumstances that range from "unfortunate" to "horrific," so I do worry about them being thrown back into that... Forgive me, I worry too much about problems that I don't yet have the answer to.

[ He waves his hand, dismissing the topic. It's too grim, too uncertain. ]

Life has been kind enough to me that I can spend my time worrying about and caring for others.
Edited 2023-07-30 01:54 (UTC)
mollymocks: (02)

[personal profile] mollymocks 2023-07-30 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well that all sounds extremely fancy and also nothing at all that Molly recognizes, but what else is new. He can at least say with some certainty that he's never been called an esteemed anything before, and something about that delights him.

Since it seems to be the thing to do, Molly returns a florid bow of his own, one arm sweeping in front of himself. ]


Well then. Mollymauk Tealeaf, Molly to my friends. I am very pleased to make your acquaintance.
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[personal profile] zewu_jun 2023-07-30 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
I don't mind.

[ Of course he doesn't mind. Lan Xichen knows that some people are exceptionally polite or too proud to want help, but Daniel doesn't seem like that latter and it's no time for them to worry about the former. As much as he respects any person's individual pride as a warrior, he has known too many battles where aid is simply more important. Safety always came before victory in his mind, so when Daniel to him reads like an injured soldier, he reacts like the officer he used to be, focused on rescue and retrieval of just that sort of person. He at least opts to walk alongside Daniel at first, setting a slow pace but not reaching out. Not yet. ]

We have carts. Usually those are pulled by oxen or horses as well.

[ He answers helpfully when he reads the text, although he's certainly aware that wasn't what Daniel was asking him. ]

If we were elsewhere, I could fly is to a safe place using my sword as well, but unfortunately that has been left behind. If you like, I could...?

[ He wants to help, but carrying Daniel might be going too far. Most soldiers tried to suffer through the worst things themselves even if he did offer. ]
marmoron: marmoron (vol..tron?)

[personal profile] marmoron 2023-07-30 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ harmless... and yet it invites so many more questions. ]

What kind of space mission were you on?
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[personal profile] zewu_jun 2023-07-30 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
If that is the case, then perhaps the Lord Mollymauk will take pity on our acquaintance and not shorten it by seeking unnecessary danger? It would be quite sad if our meeting was ended too quickly without good reason.

[ Somehow he doesn't think Molly will listen to him. But never let it be said Lan Xichen failed to give all of his effort. ]

I have never met someone like you either. I should treasure this experience while I can.
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[personal profile] emyoji 2023-07-30 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ What a delightfully human answer that is from a man with red eyes and arching horns. Seimei hums a questioning note, tapping a finger to his lip thoughtfully as he makes a show of considering that. ]

How profound... Things are what we make them. Yes, yes, I see what you mean. Perception and belief certainly play their part in shaping reality. If we keep believing something, then it might as well be true in the end.

[ He smiles with bit of teasing humor in his eyes. Not malicious, but far from passive as the fox assesses his companion. ]

I'm not familiar with this kind of reading, so you'll have to guide me through this. But rumors and dreams are both impressions that can influence us without being accurate, right? The opinions of others and the subconscious stimulation of our environment lead to rumors and dreams, which can sway our feelings even if they are exaggerated. But this city is empty, and ever since I arrived I have felt that the air has been unusually still. Maybe it's giving me a cautionary warning not to be misled by any mysterious impressions, or else I'll be hit in the head with a very hard and cruel truth!

[ He is far too cheerful about that interpretation. ]

But if that were true, I shouldn't trust anyone. Maybe it's saying there's a pebble or an anvil of truth beneath every performance no matter how dreamlike?
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[personal profile] justlethal 2023-07-30 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[She gives a nod.]

I may be in touch then.

[She likely will, once she has her bearings better about her and a list of questions.]
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[personal profile] justscribing 2023-07-30 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
Like Mondstadt, huh. [He considers that.] The position of the planet and its sun must be similar to Teyvat. The gravity feels the same, and the temperature is within sustainable limits for people. I have my doubts that this is Teyvat, but without a world map that's difficult to prove.
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[personal profile] isekaiojisan 2023-07-30 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[No way! That's how it starts! You let someone take something small and they'll inevitably start wanting more and more.]

Eh? I mean sure? You pretty much are already.

[A shrug follows before he goes back to munching on those nachos.]

There doesn't seem to be a whole lot of people here in general. Not for as big as this place is. You could probably walk for a couple blocks and never run into anyone.
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[personal profile] cashewlater 2023-07-30 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
Mmm..

[ gods, he hates the feeling. it feels like losing a limb, or a sense - something critical, something he has always known. that someone could take that away from him, and so easily.. cyno swallows thickly, and puts the thought from his mind. dwelling on it would do them no good.

at last he moves further into the room, toward the large glass windows that overlook the eerie city. ]


Well. We're here, whether we like it or not. I see no reason not to take advantage of empty lodgings.
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[personal profile] torpour 2023-07-30 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
Good. [this expedition shouldn't be too difficult, then.

at least, for nehan, these streets are leveled, flat. he can walk without worrying about loose dirt or rocks underneath his feet, even if the ground is quite hard. he has no damn idea what sort of stone this black thing is, but while it's not pleasant to walk on, it's not a tripping hazard.]


Unfortunately, I haven't seen a place with guns yet. If we have to defend ourselves, I'll keep out of your way. [what else are holsters for, but for guns?]
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[personal profile] nomoresharks 2023-07-31 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
[There's no answer at first, neither aloud or in Hythlodaeus's thoughts.

He hadn't even heard the last half, so preoccupied is he with the first.]


Why would...

[The words are but a faint whisper.

He knows why a grave might exist for a child.

He wishes he didn't.

And he forces a smile and tries not to dwell on such horrifying thoughts.]


A caretaker... I quite like that. And I wouldn't be opposed to taking up such a profession myself while I'm here. Is that what you do where you're from?
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[personal profile] gurge 2023-07-31 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
There's enough politeness and dexterity in him to keep their fingers from brushing during the exchange, stepping back once it's in his grasp as if to admire a view he'd had the opportunity and expertise to add a final touch. Carried away in the amusement of the thought, his fingers rest on his cheek, head tilted to assess. Not much joy to be had in a graveyard, but the dandelion seems to be sparking something. Nostalgia, maybe.

"Truthfully, I'm a hedonist," he confesses with some measure of conspiratorial leaning, as though he were whispering mischievously with a fellow criminal. "I'd save it aaaaaall for myself. Maybe you can even wish hard enough that what you see in stone here will simply... erode away."

A nice thought.
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[personal profile] rainswords 2023-07-31 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As the young girl's eyes narrow while she casts a suspicious gaze upon him, all Xingqiu does is smile. In fact, a soft little laugh escapes his lips from behind his hand. He will maintain a polite demeanor for all he's tempted to make up some wild tales. Perhaps it's her youth that keeps her safe from him spinning some wild tale, he doesn't believe to be completely naive despite her obvious age. ]

Really? Now, about these were-rabbits. How big would you say they usually get?

[ Coming from a world with monsters, demons, spirits, and all sorts of things. In fact, Liyue's archon is a great big dragon... maybe he can believe some of what she's said? He is definitely drawing the line at the last three... And that she summoned anything to create her paper... it's tower? ]

Do you mean being brought to another world? I believe I've heard there is someone who feels the same way. Not about this situation but rather the plot of some light novels. What about if the city was brought to you instead?

Oh. You know, there was something of a celebration before but I guess you weren't here for that.
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[personal profile] quitsmoking 2023-07-31 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She can't say that she isn't disappointed with the way the hard work is done, at least as far as Geto is concerned. It only shows in her expression, a little put-out, a soft jut of her lip and eyes that turn back to her lunch. Gojo had never exactly elaborated on the details back then, and she'd never quite felt comfortable enough to ask. This, maybe, is a small illumination into why—although it likewise begs more questions than answers about the state his body was in the next time she saw him. The only thing capable of pulling her from that quiet worry is Gojo, and his slow, unsubtle creep for attention over her lap. She allows it, for now, but if there is any laugh that slips out, it's as quiet as the graves that surround them.

Silence that is also broken by Gojo, though with far less petulant insistence than genuine curiosity. And the question highlights something Shoko hasn't even really begun to consider, though perhaps she should. ]


I got a little tour of the southern parts of the city when I arrived. [ She doesn't dare let that hang long enough for either of them to ask questions about her tour guide. ]

I'll probably look elsewhere later, though. Maybe for a change of pace. [ The suggestion is punctuated with a small laugh, maybe self-deprecating, maybe genuinely amused, even she isn't quite sure. ] You're welcome to bounce between them if that's what you want. But, for my own sanity, I want my own place.

[ A beat, a bite of onigiri, a bit of beer, and she looks to Geto. ] Are we supposed to check in with City Hall or anything, or is it a free-for-all like the stores seem to be?
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[personal profile] miyagimagic 2023-07-31 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Spouse? Aren't you a little too young for that?

[ Sorry, Mob. Did you ask him a question?

.. okay, yes, he very clearly asked Daniel a question. And it's not even like the man didn't hear said question, it's just that he's trying to go as far around having to answer that as he can.. The last thing he wants to do while being injured and stuck in some odd place is talk about how unsettled he got when the thing asked him about his kids getting hurt.

And this feels like a convenient way to ignore that. Besides, maybe Mob will assume Daniel is just too out of it to have processed the question.. H-Hopefully.. ]
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[personal profile] miyagimagic 2023-07-31 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Carts, huh. It's an odd idea, but it does somehow sound like Lan Xichen comes from a different place entirely..

.. it's something Daniel tries to not think about too hard right now. His head is already feeling light enough as-is, after all, with him still recovering from what happened back home in the first place. Maybe it's something he can contemplate later, when he doesn't have thirty other things to be thinking of at the same time.

Like Lan Xichen's current offer. Daniel does immediately realise it's an offer, but it takes him a moment or two to fully realise what he's asking Daniel here.

It makes him look a little surprised. Daniel has been looking rather pale - though mostly due to his current condition - but the thought seems to bring a bit of flustered colour to his face before he quickly shakes his head. ]


You can't offer that. [ Even just straight up fluster and embarrassment aside-- ] Surely that would be far too rough on you.

[ He can't do that to Lan Xichen. Sure, Daniel isn't the biggest or the tallest guy around, but one guy carrying another? That's got to be hard on just about anyone. ]
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[personal profile] quitsmoking 2023-07-31 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The mention of those who have been here longer feels more ominous than he perhaps intends it to be. Quite simply, she's worried—more so than she'll ever show on her face, but then, that's not so unusual for her.

Instead, for now, her worry manifests more as wry amusement, as she ashes her cigarette and folds her arms, choosing to lead the way rather than linger at the map. ]


I don't know that I'd call myself lost. A city is a city, isn't it? [ Said, perhaps, a little too casually. And it might be that she realizes that, along with the fact that she should probably be a little more welcoming to a stranger—the idea of fearing Midnight, in any capacity, doesn't occur at all. ]

Sorry for not offering—do you smoke?
mollymocks: (03)

[personal profile] mollymocks 2023-08-01 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ "Lord". Now that's amusing, considering he's not even trying. Molly would preen, except that even he can't help but laugh instead. ]

Someone like me?

[ Oh, he can probably guess at what that means, but it's still far too much fun to needle Lan Xichen. ]

Now do you mean charming or purple?
mollymocks: (09)

[personal profile] mollymocks 2023-08-01 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
What an interpretation! Why it seems like you hardly need me at all.

[ Molly smiles placidly in return, almost unblinking under the weight of that measuring look. ]

I hardly think you need to be that literal, though. Rumors can also be about improvisation, no? Reacting to things as they occur? I'd say more that you'll know what's real and what isn't. You seem the type to be very sure of yourself.

[ To say the least. Molly's smile sharpens just a touch. ]
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[personal profile] zewu_jun 2023-08-01 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
A person of your nature must be a master of many unique skills. I would not presume to understand them myself, but you have my deepest respect for your dedication to such studies.

[ He keeps his head inclined just enough to show respect, but the dry sigh has turned into something like a smile. Maybe because Sect Leader Lan refuses to lose to this man today. ]

As for the rest, I'm not sure how one might prove one way or the other after we've only had one meeting and I was made to do all the work. Perhaps that was merely my mistaken perception.
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[personal profile] aceslow 2023-08-01 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
Euh...

[ Kim takes a moment to think about it. ]

That depends on how literally you mean haunted. Haunted by the presence of the previous occupants? Yes. Haunted by literal ghosts? [ He doesn't believe in ghosts. Not really. But he doesn't believe in ghosts back home. Here? It's a crap shoot. ] If it is, I haven't seen one yet. Why?
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[personal profile] meowbel 2023-08-01 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[As he continues to talk, the more Mabel had to wonder just what he was. He seemed like a normal person. He looked, acted, and talked like a person. So, he just had to be some random kid she happened to meet, right? It still didn't stop her from being suspicious as she continues to look at him as if she knew something he didn't.]

You know, they're usually as tall as me! And they like to eat flesh eating candy that only supermarkets sell! Oh and they like to sniff the trash too I don't know why they do that.

[Granted, at this point, she was making things up. While she wasn't lying about the other monsters and creatures she had seen, she could just pretend this time around. After all, she wanted to have some fun playing make believe in this world!]

But anyway! You're saying that this city just came to us? Well, that still screams cliched to me. If the city was supposed to come for everyone, they could have given us clues or do something unexpected to surprise us!

[She said with a huff!]

Party or not, we still aren't getting anywhere with blank pages!