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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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limbical: (who who tried to sing)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-02 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Good gods, is it that large?

[Honestly, he can't even imagine. Sure, there can be some different subcultures of people where he's from, but even the weather being so massively divisive is baffling to him.]

Then I suggest we find a place. I doubt we'll unveil anything more useful in this place, truthfully.

Ah, but I've been a poor gentleman to you, miss. Call me Daan, as we seem to be in good company?
cooperatively: (pic#14486552)

[personal profile] cooperatively 2023-07-02 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Interesting. They raises their eyebrows at his reaction, and the odd glow to his eyes. Makes him feel less human then they thought, but it doesn't really spook them much.

This is mostly because they're used to pissing people off, and he hasn't tried to gut them yet, so they can't have pushed any major buttons.]


Yeah? Of course, or I wouldn't have brought it up. There's been stable crossdimensional travel established for like... I don't fuckin' know, a thousand years or something.

[History was NOT their best subject.]

I wasn't around when it first happened, so I can't tell you how that breach happened, but as far as I'm aware it's definitely possible.
immortalpoet: (vermillion)

holds your hands...they both can be babygirls......

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-02 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, that's right, Bug Guy. Pick it up.]

[At that first statement, though......he actually bristles at that, like Gregor said something that rubbed at a sore spot.]


And why would I do something like that.

[He may view the group with disdain, but....]

[....]


....Never heard of it personally. But given how many shapes and sizes those things could be, perhaps. That would mean we're quite literally in the belly of the beast.
fossick: (102)

[personal profile] fossick 2023-07-02 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
Communicate with the dead? I'm sure there was some sort of sorcery that fit the bill.

[And while he isn't certain—he did not run in magical circles, and he does not consider what he was granted by the Polymath to be magic—it isn’t a stretch to assume there was once someone out there who could speak with the dead.

Is there still? He can’t say.]


None that I’ve ever met. You would be the first.
kampfgeist: (thinking | not too into that)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-07-02 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ the company heine keeps is so deeply impolite that he almost doesn't know what to do with being thanked for a cigarette. how does he explain that he mostly did it because he hates to owe anyone, and this way they're even?

just waves his hand a little, awkwardly. inhales, exhales, wonders what the hell badou likes so much about this experience. ]


What's drafted if not picked up out of where you are and put somewhere you don't want to be? [ there's a sharpness to his words that belies the anger boiling away under his cool exterior. heine is a big fan of free will, nowadays, and he did not have a choice about being here. ]
immortalpoet: (Default)

RED AND GREEN EYES....CHRISTMAS...

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-02 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
...No, I'm not.

[He doesn't seem all that surprised by her appearance, seemingly taking it in stride.]

Did you also arrive on that train?
sicklysweet: (3860288 (26))

[personal profile] sicklysweet 2023-07-02 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
[If only he knew what a goth is, so he could call her out on the stereotype.

He polishes off one of his snack cakes, not bothering to wipe the crumbs and frosting off his face.]


Impressed by such a simple observation? You must have very low standards.

[One of his heels taps against the marker he's on, a fidget that might be because of the amount of sugar he's been consuming lately.]

I hardly think it brings the mood down.
limbical: (a square with a horn)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-02 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Calmly, he takes a long drag, seeming to savor the sensation before he lets out a slow exhale of smoke off to the side.

Truthfully, Heine's words do make sense to him, all things considered. So, he closes his eye and nods once.]


Mm. Fair point.

Still, I have my doubts any particular army or government has dragged us into this mess. Then again, we won't know until we explore where we are. And I am open to being wrong.

[He almost hopes he is.]
clockfaced: (104)

[personal profile] clockfaced 2023-07-02 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
( yeah, undergoing a drastic change and waking up in a new place where everything feels new and chaotic and makes no sense and no one will bother to answer any of your very simple questions really does suck, doesn't it? it's just such a shame that vergilius has to go through such a tragic turn of events!

perhaps dante is more naturally resistant to the culture shock and confusion of showing up here and trying to pick through the familiar and the unknown because they've already done this once before, and very recently at that. in that way, they don't really mind. they're ready to take as many notes as they can and try to figure it out on their own time.

they tick a reply quietly, )
< That's between you and the Sinners. It's not like I eat. >

( they begin to drift along down the aisle, browsing to see if there's anything here that might be useful to take. finding the notebook and something to write with had mostly been out of an instinct to replace their PDA with something that wouldn't spontaneously disappear or run out of batteries...

as they do so, they stop. wait a minute. )


< You get paid?! >

( the question comes as a shrill whistle. people get paid around here?? dante has certainly never seen hide nor hair of a paycheck. )
sweetsong: do not take any. ty. (128)

[personal profile] sweetsong 2023-07-02 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
Are you sure? I know it's not that impressive.

[ but he's still tickled pink all the same, cheeks warm as he tries to sneak a peek of whoever just complimented him. ]

I usually just use a piano for vocal warm-ups, if you'd rather hear that instead.

[ certainly less entertaining than the most basic of songs on the piano, but... more practical for sure... ]
immortalpoet: (Default)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-02 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Unfortunately, the owner of said red eyes does not seem to be deterred.]

[He rasps out, with a little irritated sigh.]


I did ask you first.
luciole: (Welcome to the heartbreaker club)

[personal profile] luciole 2023-07-02 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
Well, aren't I special?

[It almost comes out as a coo. Not enough to be sardonic, but just enough to be read as such.]

My logic in visiting the graveyard was to see if there were any ghosts who could tell me about this place and its history. The dead are rather chatty once they realize someone can talk to them.

No takers so far though.
shtola: (pic#16392343)

but this is funny..

[personal profile] shtola 2023-07-02 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
( man who's seen some shit, bothered by the sight of a catgirl. incredible, honestly. she doesn't seem to pick up the fact that she's a strange sight at least, brushing it off as a natural predilection to being wary since she's something of a stranger. at least he does not ignore her entirely. )

If it would not be too much of a bother, 'twould be greatly appreciated.

( it's a kind offer - one she's not about to spurn despite her pride. she would've been fine with directions (probably?) but, this is a great chance of its own. perhaps he could answer questions while they're on the way. )
luciole: (It's alright cause I'm with friends)

[personal profile] luciole 2023-07-02 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
Indeed it is.

[And she moved to one of the biggest states that encompasses a whole coast but that's a conversation for another day.

He introduces himself and she returns it with her own.
]

A pleasure to make your acquaintance Daan. No need to worry; you aren't lacking in the gentleman department.

I'm Lucinda. Lucy if you feel like shortening it.

[Lucinda is sincerely friendly even when there's little reason to be (though this isn't the case here; Daan really was benign so far).]


justscribing: (❖ 26)

[personal profile] justscribing 2023-07-02 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Now he turns his gaze down, to the vine on the ground he was in fact very close to stepping on...

... The flowers. Right.]
You don't seem to be short on samples, but maybe you should pluck them first before someone else walks this way. Or take the whole vine, even.
icanfixer: (12)

[personal profile] icanfixer 2023-07-02 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh god it's the first question she

can't really answer, actually, because sinclair could barely answer it, but she'd at least parsed something from his single to three word sentences he laboriously strung together to ease her curious concern. don quixote hadn't pressed for much when he couldn't put things together, but she'd been keen enough to know what he'd been trying to say regardless. ]


Um... ehehe... I do not know. He said he merely awoke on the train as he had before, though there had been no questions that time. I found him soon enough after! He is in perfect health now, with nary a problem with his speech save the norm, though he still does not recall in full what had happened.

[ easy to guess, for the ones who'd seen that woman's post though and knew of their past... it's the only reason she had the idea of it anyway. and wings know she won't ask kromer herself. ]
kampfgeist: (annoyed | and the horse you rode in on)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-07-02 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ heine is open to being wrong too, but this isn't his first time in the forced conscription rodeo. ]

Army doesn't have to mean government. [ another inhale. hold. anyone can raise an army if you're light enough on morals and heavy enough on fear tactics, but heine's almost afraid to say that out loud in case it'll make it true.

exhale. ]
Been outside the train station yet? [ since daan has not offered similar info re: newness status. ]
luchino: (3683937 (7))

b

[personal profile] luchino 2023-07-02 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ honestly... cryptids are endearing. ]

Good question.

[ sitting at a table in one of the various empty restaurants, the professor sits with both legs propped up on another chair. in front of him? many books. there is already one pile of them already opened up with nothing on their pages. the other half haven't been cracked open yet. finally, another one rests in his lap. ]

Unfortunately any answer comes with a high number of assumptions, and not many enjoy thinking about the gaps in logic that may come with them. Are you one of those types?

[ the evil reptilian raises a glass up to his lips, takes a sip, and then lets his tongue tap the bottom of the it before he lowers it back onto the cramped table. ]
immortalpoet: (wine)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-02 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Please rub it in, now Vergilius is in the same corner and deserves to suffer in the wells of ignorance, sans amnesia at least.]

[Another reply - Vergilius only nods as if to acknowledge it, thoughts drifting off. The amount of money to make such a City like this work...surely it was too much, even for a Wing? No. This is too grand a scale, too much effort, but for what-]

[The shrill whistle (voice) comes and interrupts, making Vergilius unconsciously jerk in place.]


Can you refrain from being so loud? [JESUS CARMEN CHRIST] Ugh. What did I even say...

[He lets out an irritated groan.]

Ah, guess you must be upset they never gave you cash? Hrm. Not like those kebabs I gave you all appeared from thin air. Limbus Company does have money and backers behind it. Maybe no allowance for you was what you agreed to upon signing up.
abstractart: (Default)

netzach | library of ruina

[personal profile] abstractart 2023-07-02 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
1-

[you might expect someone finding themselves in this sort of situation to be somewhat proactive about it. go look around, look for answers. figure something out, or at least familiarize themselves with the place.

this guy? well.

if you happen to wander through one of the parks, you might find a green-haired figure in an equally green coat just... snoozing carelessly away on a bench.

that's probably fine. we all have our ways of coping, man.]


2-

[or if you find him awake and around, it's likely to be at the bowling alley at night, where he's seated somewhere with a couple of beers: one that he's drinking and one that's unopened.

take a seat, and he'll slide the unopened one over. why not? seems like there's probably more where these came from, anyway.]


Here. At least this place is good for a drink or two, right?

[and he doesn't usually dislike having one with others.]
immortalpoet: (ruby)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-02 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
As much as you are behind a counter, you don't seem to be suited for it.

[So him being a doctor? That role makes sense for him. He raises a good point, though.]

Giving us food and drink and housing...and yet not allowing us some method of medicine. How suspicious.
limbical: (cause everything else is obsolete)

n-nyaa

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-02 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[quietly has a breakdown about Cat Girl ANYWAY.

Although she cannot see his face, Daan allows a polite, brief smile, strained as it is.]


Not in the least. I've nowhere to be, after all.

I am reaching for your hand to place it upon my arm. I'll warn you if there are any steps or anything else to expect.

[His tone remains patient and cordial; after all, he's had blind patients before and he aims to be respectful, unaware of her Magic Sight. Gently, he goes to place her hand to his elbow, as he'd just narrated before.]
ihavecharacter: (11)

Doc Holliday | Wynonna Earp

[personal profile] ihavecharacter 2023-07-02 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
Arrival

Waking up somewhere new, somewhere entirely different from where he expects is a new pain in the ass. "Is this some Black Badge bullshit?" The southern drawl is ever present. As his phone buzzes in his pocket, the one opposite of his usual pocket, Doc's brow furrows. He sticks his hand in his pocket and looks at it before frowning.

This feels like a different sort of situation. This is a new thing. An illusion if he ever could expect it. Even still, he chooses yes and gets up.

As he steps off the train, he starts to look around, trying to figure out where he is. "What in tarnation?" As he continues to walk, he calls out. "Waverly? Wynonna? Is anyone here?"

It's not long before he realizes his guns are missing. The ring the Stone Witch gave him is still there, but what does it mean that his guns are gone? It is still trifling and unfriendly that his hat is missing. He will never forgive that monster for such a truly disgraceful act.

The Southwest

He finds himself in a garden. There is something vaguely unsettling as he continues walking. He stares at the statues, the ivy wrapping itself around them. It's eerie and there's something about them that makes him look away.

He sits down after a moment, trying to catch his bearings. "Where in the hell am I? And why in God's name is it so quiet around these parts?" That's the most uncomfortable part of it all. The silence, the lack of bird noises. "It's unnatural."

The East

Eventually, Doc's aware of the fact that he's hungry. He stops inside one of the restaurants, once again uncertain of why he is alone in such an unusual place. There should be other people. Even Shorty's, which only had but a few workers, had more than this. He looks around for anyone and finds nothing. "I suppose I can make myself something to eat. Assuming there is, in fact, food." This is mostly muttered to himself as he jumps over the counter and into the kitchen.

Spotting the food just sitting on the stove, his brow furrows. "Well, that does concern me." It does not seem normal to just find food in an empty restaurant. Still. "It is a shame to let food go to waste. Especially when there is peach cobbler." And his mother did not raise him to waste food.

Bowling

Doc finds himself outside of a bowling alley with no idea what bowling is, truthfully. They did not have bowling in Purgatory that he recalled. So he ventures inside, looking around. "What, pray tell, is this place?"
limbical: (because a cat's the only cat)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-02 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I should like to hope that wherever we are is not nearly so... huge. But then, I imagine I have some greater concerns here as it is.

[A polite nod is given to her upon receiving her name.]

Wonderful. Now then, let's have a look outside. Fortunately, we've been able to explore freely without incident...
codenametesla: (head down upset)

Diner

[personal profile] codenametesla 2023-07-02 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Despite her best attempt to stifle it, a very startled yelp erupts out of her when someone actually talks as she enters the small diner.
thank goodness she didn't still spark when startled

While she put one hand over her heart, as if that would somehow slow the hammering, she did her best to otherwise look... 'normal' as she walked further in and spotted the face behind the voice that had startled her, glad that she had finally found...

Except he had no uniform, was seated and was eating, so... not a worker?]


Oh really...?

[Yeah, she's still trying to process what he actually said while she so rudely screeched, give her a moment.]