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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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def: (pic#16521525)

[personal profile] def 2023-07-02 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ go forth and do your thing, hthm

gepard trails after him with a nod, wondering what this all means anyway. being brought here, trapped in this city that's even emptier than the freezing wasteland outside of belobog—whatever their purpose is, is still unknown.

when they reach the statue, he looks up at it with a wary gaze, forehead wrinkling in thought.
]

... No, it doesn't.

[ it's faceless like the previous one and still unsettling to look at, but it doesn't give him that strange feeling as before. ]

But to you, it does?
vecna: (pic#15832391)

[personal profile] vecna 2023-07-02 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah, the magic-and-not-so-great words. Science experiment. Guinea pigs.]

I hope not. I've had my fill of that for a lifetime.

[A fact about himself that he's not keen to keep to himself, now that he's met a few individuals who, apparently, once harbored strane abilities -- now gone dull. It's just that no one needs to be privy to the details just yet.]

But, honestly? It's more likely than not.
jaganshi: (i'm not taking the punishment)

Hiei | Yu Yu Hakusho

[personal profile] jaganshi 2023-07-02 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
o1. TRAIN STATION

Hiei has of course seen train stations before. Ridden on a train once or twice, even, when it came to living in the human world and, usually, spending time in Kurama’s company. Keeping a low profile usually meant traveling in these rudimentary ways, but never had he managed to even come close to taking a cat nap on one, or owned anything close to a phone like this. Of course Yusuke and Kuwabara had tried, but after a few had been inexplicably lost or destroyed.. all hope had been lost on Hiei maintaining a technological connection to his more human counterparts.

Immediately, Hiei notices that his senses are dulled. His hearing isn’t nearly as sensitive as it once was, and though his sense of smell is still acute, the scent of others who had previously been on this seat lingering in his nostrils there is not the same level detail in the smells around him.

Cloaked in his usual black, Hiei skulks off of the train and in to the station, eyes darting the way and that as he takes it all in. It does not look all that different from the stations he is used to, complete with the junk food markets that he pilfers a few onigiri from.

.. Passersby will notice him squatted atop of a directory sign eating his pilfered snacks.

(He likes to be tall.)


o2. TOURIST CENTER

A tourist center..

Well, this isn’t something that is typical in the demon world, nor has he seen one in his limited experience in the human world. Clawed hands attempt to tap out a few options on the kiosk, all the while ignoring the machines happy little jingles and asking questions, attempting to find out what he can.

Of course no questions about the demon world are answered in ways that make any sense to him, and soon Hiei’s confused scrunches of the nose become irritated growls. Most technology ends up being confounding for the little demon, and after he once more asks a way back to the demon world…

Hopefully no one wants to use this kiosk anymore as the small figure winds back and strikes, decisively, in the middle of the kiosk screen. The immediate broken display and large remaining dent identify Hiei as much stronger than he appears, a low rumble in his chest all that follows as he turns on a quick heal, his cloak billowing around him as he turns to leave.

“Garbage.”


o3. DUE SOUTHWEST / THE PARK

Temper tantrum taken out on the kiosk, Hiei decides to abscond in the direction of the smell of plants and trees. This is all very much not what he had planned to do with his time that day, or any day really, and spending time amongst many people, particularly humans that he is unfamiliar with?

Count him out.

The little demon sprints his way toward the wooded area, slower than he has been in many years and already growing flighty at the realization. The jagan even feels slowly and unwieldily, and though he does not need a sword to cause damage or do anything else that he is capable of, the combination of it all spurs an unease with being out in the open as he hadn’t experienced since he was young.

Excuse him as he bolts past anyone already in the park, easily hoisting himself in to a high tree with his hands and a quick upward leap.

He isn’t used to people being able to see him at all when he’s moving quickly. At least not those with untrained eyes or low demon energy.


o4. WILDCARD

If there are any prompts I didn’t put here that you’d like to play, hit me with them and let’s play! Message me if you like or hit me up on plurk @ [plurk.com profile] goblinrex

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def: (pic#16521575)

[personal profile] def 2023-07-02 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ nothing dimitri said made any sense whatsoever.

but then, nothing about this place makes any sense, from the time he disembarked the train he never rode to this "bowling alley". perhaps this is part of the trailblazing that the others had mentioned, but it's certainly disconcerting and not at all what he expected.
]

So who ... organized the party if there were no hosts at all?

[ he imagines that it's also empty even prior to this party being thrown, so??? ]

... May I ask how long you've been here?
heeroics: (ʜʏᴘᴏᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴇɢᴏᴛɪꜱᴛɪᴄᴀʟ)

[personal profile] heeroics 2023-07-03 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Similarly, Heero hasn't seen such an unflappable demeanor since Duo Maxwell shot him. Heero makes silent note of it. There's one advantage to making no effort to blend in - the people who react to him as if he's normal are the outliers. ]

Good. You'll overheat.

[ he says simply, as if that is the primary issue with going about one's life in the City in a spacesuit. ]
matermali: (071)

[personal profile] matermali 2023-07-03 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her gaze lights up with an icy glare, though not for him. To claim they are not so different is exactly what Lucifer wishes them to think. How else can he attempt to masquerade as the Almighty?

It would be as ridiculous as her masquerading as anyone serving the church. To be compared to any priest is laughable. Faintly, she can still remember the taste of one priest's torn flesh, and her fingertip reaches to touch just beneath her lower lip while her other hand seeks comfort from the rosary in her skirt's pocket. (It offers none.)

The memory of a different priest gives her further pause, but only because his own words could strike disturbingly close to similar blasphemy: If you have been touched by a demon, it's like being touched by the backhand of God. It makes you sacred in a way, doesn't it? It makes you unique, with a kind of glory. ]


The glory of suffering...

[ The whisper is uttered as distantly as her glare, before she recalls who she's speaking to (a mere stranger still) and the intensity behind her gaze diminishes a fraction.

It always lurks beneath the surface, no matter the occasion. ]


There is a difference. One knows only the ugliness of envy and nothing of true beauty.
lockingout: (70)

[personal profile] lockingout 2023-07-03 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Neil can't say this makes any particular sense to him, but it doesn't need to in order for the sentiment to come across. With the memory of the cold unforgiving emptiness of space still so fresh on his mind, this feels a little warm. ]

... was it now?

[ His smile is thinner at this, but more honest in its hesitance. ]

Glad I left something more than grief behind.

[ It feels odd to acknowledge it out loud - that he's caused everyone pain by leaving like that, by clinging to his grudges even against better knowledge. He can't apologize, not for a choice he'd repeat if given the chance, but... He does feel guilty. ]
kampfgeist: (unimpressed | gtfo)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-07-03 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ interesting. heine watches this series of emotions unfold in her face—the glare, the dark amusement, the touch to her face. the hand in her pocket. he's a little surprised by how much real intensity he finds—even heine's bishop hadn't actually cared that much about god.

the glory of suffering indeed. ]
I heard even Lucifer was an angel once.

[ he shrugs. he has no dog in this fight. ]

Not that I care one way or another.
unabelle: (hold me)

THE BOY THE BOY THE BOY THE BOY also iii. un: gossipgirl

[personal profile] unabelle 2023-07-03 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
You're very excitable, Emil. It's quite a lot even to read. Is this how you talk?

[She doesn't mean it unkindly, but...Damn. How does he have this much energy?]

There are people around. You merely need look. If you mean 'people you know', however, that may or may not vary wildly. There's nothing you can do about it right now, nor is there anything I can do right now. So I've been taking whatever I please from the stores, for amusement. And need. But there are amusing trinkets in there, worth a look.

[Her hair is absolutely full of cheap hair bobbles and clips meant for girls a third of her age, and she's not about to stop collecting them any time soon, thanks!]
elswhisperer: (desire is a poisoned apple)

[personal profile] elswhisperer 2023-07-03 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
You changed all of us.

[ Of course he left more than grief behind...!

Hearing that twists Setsuna's heart.

The grief was terrible, his death was so pointless, but Neil Dylandy's legacy will always be more than a man who threw his life away. ]


You don't remember, but you spoke to me. Long after you'd died. You wanted me to change, because you weren't able to. And just before I woke up here, you reminded me that I was alive. ...I'm sure, because of that, I was able to wake up.
unrequite: (05)

midnight | arknights

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-03 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
a. grocery shopping

[ These bags of blood in the grocery store aren't quite like the artificial blood packets offered back in Terra, but it's close enough and in the right section at the supermarket: in the dairy aisle, next to the meatbeast blood.

(Except they don't call it meatbeast here. Fish? Beef? Pork? What???)

Midnight will be wandering around the aisles, but he'll spend the most time inspecting his blood options, then in the liquor section to see what kinds of alcohol this establishment has. He spends quite a bit of time with the champagne. The last place he'll be is... standing at the checkout lane, peering around to see if he can find a cashier, or poking at the self-checkout. He might wander around to where the admin offices should be to try the door. Please, he has good Lungmen dollars. Won't anyone let him pay for goods and services around here? ]


b. day drinking

[ Midnight did not acquire champagne. Champagne is for special occasions. Champagne is not for idly wandering around the streets, poking around the police station (deserted) or the parks (also deserted), and generally giving off the vibe of someone trying to make trouble.

He's not actually going to, though. He'll go up to anyone who looks around his own age, pull a beer from the rings in his other hand, and hand it over. ]


Happy birthday. Come drink with me, beautiful.

[ Same greeting for everyone. Please don't ask for a beer if you're underage, he'll say no. (Or do, if you can handle a no. He likes talking to people. He likes you.) ]

c. book hunting

[ The beers are now gone. Midnight is at some level of tipsy, has acquired a straw, and is now sipping at one of his packets of blood like it's a Capri Sun. He spots a stranger. Lovely! He'll sidle up. ]

Hello, love. You wouldn't happen to know where a library is in this city, would you?

[ If the response is not "no, have a nice day, good-bye" — and it has to be immediate, he won't take the hint otherwise — he will very tipsily take his new best friend by the hand and walk off with them. He will chat affectionately the whole time. Not interested in going to a (theoretical) library? That is rough, buddy. ]

d. wildcard

[ Midnight's a vampire! He's old and kind of young at the same time! He flirts a lot! He likes you! Good lord. Sorry. Please talk to him, he likes people. ]
immortalpoet: (Default)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-03 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
[vergilius: i know a woman named ishmael what do you mean a woman's name]

Ah. Enlighten me, mysterious one. What questions should I ask.
immortalpoet: (cardinal)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-03 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
[HELLO UTOPIA MAN (verg voice) wtf is a utopia i don't know that shit]

....Excuse me. The....packages? You don't have these sorts of things?
immortalpoet: (cardinal)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-03 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
You can have multiple trains arriving one after the other.

I...thought this was the case, here.
immortalpoet: (Default)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-03 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
[He looks more exhausted.]

Sure. I'll take it as that. Unless I go down the veritable rabbit hole of wondering if some Wing found a way to employ ghosts.
def: (pic#16521523)

[personal profile] def 2023-07-03 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ doesn't it make him happy that he has found another stick in the mud like riku

inspiring critical thinking is all well and good, but when the critical thinker has yet to connect the dots because there's one very crucial piece of information bridging the dots that's missing because it's missed his notice, it kind of defeats the purpose. hence gepard's apparent and further confusion at the explanation.

(also, who knew that there are sex shops on tenguu island)
]

Unorthodox ways, hm ...

[ maybe he's just not a creative person like his sister, so he's missing the point. you know, it might go well if akaza just suggested handcuffing themselves together. ]

Is it ... to discipline another person, then?
matermali: (079)

[personal profile] matermali 2023-07-03 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
...He was. God once favored him, then later cast him out.

[ She has no right to speak of the church or its practices anymore. Once she had been lost as a Catholic girl in a Protestant England, but now she could not even claim to be that. As Lucifer fell from Heaven, so too has she fallen from the faith. How much simpler it would be if she could choose to not care.

Vanessa ought to be grateful that her hand doesn't burn when it slips free of her pocket to rest against the headstone once more. Does he know as little as he seems to? Suspicion coils in her the more she considers why he may be here. No matter if he is a sinner like her; is he a trap? ]


But he did not fall alone. Did you hear that, as well?

[ Nobody else should have, and so she watches his reaction with the pinpoint readiness of a cobra. Little escapes her sight. ]
feraltrashbaby: (〣( ºΔº )〣)

2;

[personal profile] feraltrashbaby 2023-07-03 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
You're the garbage for breaking it!

[The bark has an edge to it beyond just anger. There's dread there, clipping every word. Clearly, Hiei isn't the only one confused and frustrated by his strange new surroundings.

Still, any brat who could lob insults after watching Hiei clobber that kiosk must have guts. Rudo definitely has guts. Guts and a nasty temper. He glares down at Hiei from his generous 5'2 height before stomping past him toward the kiosk. Gloved fingers trace the edges of the shattered screen mournfully.]


All you had to do was find someone who could fix it!
unrequite: (01)

the nyorth i mean the nyorth i mean the meowrth i mean

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-03 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
Found anything?

[ Midnight has picked a book off a nearby stack. He's flipping through every page. Flip, flip, flip. Blank.

He actually did come and check on the brochures here earlier, but saw that they were blank, immediately gave up, and left to go find some drinks. (Which he has in a plastic bag over his elbow. As far as he's concerned, his job is done.) But to return and see beautiful woman neck deep in a fortress of books of her own making? Way to sweep him off his feet.

(Depending on her answer, he'll return the book to the stack. Really. Unless it would be funnier to steal it. She is so pretty. Might as well steal her attention for a bit.) ]
immortalpoet: (cardinal)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-03 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
[roland: is he going to be my enemy.....
vergilius in his own gay depression: will he allow me to call him roland again 😢]


....Alright.

[Well, that's that. (This is this.) His own tension eases a little, even if the moroseness of his general aura isn't leaving anytime soon.]

As far as I know, nobody lives here besides us kidnapees, is that right?
ihavecharacter: (02)

[personal profile] ihavecharacter 2023-07-03 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
There's a hint of a smirk at that. "I cannot claim to have been particularly neat, but that is the way of things. I am sure the corners will forgive you for the oversight."

There is a hint of something in his eyes at the mention that the food just being there seems to be all the more normal for this place. "It does appear to be that way, yes." He has quite a few questions, quite a lot of uncertainty, but it is perhaps better suited to someone who has been here a longer time than either of them.

Doc looks down at the cowboy boots that he is very clearly wearing and arches an eyebrow. "Are we not already wearing shoes?"
horrifictie: art: <user name=molsero site=tumblr.com> (perception)

[personal profile] horrifictie 2023-07-03 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ AUTHORITY: He carries himself with the charisma and aura of a natural born leader. Despite his age, his presence is noble and nearly overwhelming.
VOLITION: You heard the man. Follow him!

Harry will follow along, like a pathetic old shaggy dog in need of treatment after being fetched from the throes of death.
]

Are you hurt at all?
eldritchwaifu: (The castanet goes "tan tan")

[personal profile] eldritchwaifu 2023-07-03 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
. . . Seriously?

[ Zoe can roll with a lot of things, but this is getting weird. ]

Then how did I end up on that train, and where did the weird survey come from?
Edited 2023-07-03 00:39 (UTC)
luciole: (Cause the world might do me in)

[personal profile] luciole 2023-07-03 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
For one thing, that just goes to show that this is a city that is, sleepily mind you, attempting to mess with our minds. Whether it's magic or psychic powers, or something else entirely, remains to be seen. But based on experience, I can safely say it's a very poor attempt.

[It could be a casual attitude or rather a calm one. Or both. Lucinda tends to assess the situation from a detached perspective to get a clearer picture before reacting.]

I didn't feel like staring at the statues for too long. Illusions of that low caliber are quite petty in my opinion.
horrifictie: art: deniz_t @ artstation (shivers)

[personal profile] horrifictie 2023-07-03 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ INLAND EMPIRE: You can only hope the slow drag of the joint whose inhale you cherish will keep you safe from her mournful gaze.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY: The smoke that enters your lungs makes a warm home, like a return you have been waiting ages for. Then it leaves in a drawn out exhale. You miss it already.
VOLITION: One is enough. Sit yourself up and hand it back to her.

Harry does as the voices in his head command, slowly lifting up to sit on the ground and then offering her joint back.
]

Thanks a lot. Real life saver. [ You need what you can get in this merciless world. ] I'm Harry. You?