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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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abstractart: (DQvomit)

[personal profile] abstractart 2023-07-03 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. It's not too surprising that they'd get someone like me, but Gebura...

[she's another level. if whoever's in charge here managed to get her and roland before any of the rest of them...

man. this is going to be trouble, isn't it? he feels like he needs another nap.

after another drink, though, his brow furrows.]


...kinda have to wonder how they got any of us out of there at all.
heeroics: (4)

[personal profile] heeroics 2023-07-03 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ Heero's expression changes little, but his brows lift just slightly, taken off-guard by her question. Not her curiosity, per se, but how she phrased it.

Common ground? With him. ]


No.

[ He doesn't expand on what that 'no' means, whether there's no one close to him or grudge he harbors. He has no idea how to explain that he sees the names and he doesn't know whether he's allowed to feel anything at all, because he has yet to determine if he's involved in an active war zone or not.

How viscerally his stomach turns when he sees her name in stone and has to walk away, unable to check if she's safe.

He can't think about it. ]


I know a hallucination when I see it.
unrequite: (10)

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[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-03 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
In that I'm not sure that any of us are supposed to be anywhere here, probably not.

[ Midnight puts a hand to the entrance of the cubical he's in, raises his hand, and wiggles his fingers in that specific way someone who may not currently be drunk but is often a bit tipsy does. ]

I won't tell if you won't, though.
bemist: (You better run and hide)

[personal profile] bemist 2023-07-03 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah? Were you? [ a bit tonelessly, as she lifts her foot to put it where it belongs on Chesed fuck Chesed's not here the ground. ]

And what were you going to get to, specifically?
laidtocrest: (pic#16500044)

[personal profile] laidtocrest 2023-07-03 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[His smile falters at the hoped to be reading remark, shifting from something...cheesy to something a bit more discouraged, genuine. Subtle. The sort of thing that an observant person might notice, but might go whoosh, over the head of someone who can't see.

It's gone quickly enough, anyway. Either she found jack shit, or she found something so subtle he needs to work it out of her. Given how life's been so far, most likely the first.]


If it's dealing with these books for you, gladly. [He bows, a knightly bow, about to say something about knights of Faerghus, handsome, strong arms, etc al, but remembering that...

...he and Dimitri were trying to keep on the downlow, and, as such, his not-entirely-inaccurate cover story had been that he was a student. Thus, there's an awkward statement-shaped moment, a moment of silence in which something probably should be said there, and wasn't.

Moving on.]
What kind of person would I be if I left a lovely woman like yourself alone to deal with clean-up?
luciole: (But if you’re here who’s guarding Hades?)

[personal profile] luciole 2023-07-03 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Something along those lines. Has anyone been able to unearth any purpose for this entire city yet?

[She has one hand on her hip but straightens up to clap her hands together.]

Shall we move our conversation elsewhere? An empty graveyard feels so dour to exchange facts in.

[Lucy, a graveyard that's actually filled would just be creepy!!]
unrequite: (12)

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[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-03 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Midnight actually has been here for a bit, halted by the strangeness of the situation. After a couple minutes of looking at her, then the tree, then looking at her, then the tree, he sits on a nearby park bench, folding his long noodle legs into a comfortable position off the ground. He reaches into a plastic bag over his elbow and takes a beer from it before setting the bag on the ground.

He sits, enjoys his drink, and continues to observe for a moment. And waits. And waits. And waits. (With more blinking on his part. He's human, his eyes need the lubrication.) ]


Are you winning?
isekaiojisan: (15)

Yousuke Shibazaki | Isekai Ojisan

[personal profile] isekaiojisan 2023-07-03 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
I – The Train Station
….

“WELCOME TO THE CITY. BEGIN ORIENTATION?”

▶ YES
▶ NO


…Hmph, only one answer.

▶ YES


[A man ugly enough to easily be mistaken for an orc, or any other number of fantasy monster, stepped off the platform. Not this again. He thinks he has an idea of what was going on, he had a whole train ride to take a moment to think on it. And it’s got to be; it’s another world.

Again.]


After spending seventeen years in that other place….

[He grumbled, breathing in and out deeply. In and out, calm down Uncle! Slowly, he found himself a seat once among other people and began to mumble weird and odd things to himself. His eyes downcast and face contorted into a twisted, semi-disgusting look.

No matter how much he tries, no matter how much he focuses, he can’t hear the spirits here. Regardless, he continues to mutter to himself in his odd, somewhat insane sounding, words.]


It’s not working….


II – Uncle at The Tourist Booth
[There’s a guy sitting in the corner, pouring over one of the tourist pamphlets. He looks incredibly engrossed by it. With the whole paper folded out and covering his face. Those things can’t be that interesting or informative, can they?

Surely not!

But with the way he was muttering to himself, humming, and seeming to nod his head as he read maybe they are useful?

The weirdo is muttering to himself again, it’s kinda creepy and unnerving….]


III – Welcome to The Neighborhood
[The apartment is dim, and barren like all the others. It’s still cozy, if in need of furnishings. There does seem to be food on the counter, however, and the sound of a door opening up slowly could be heard from the hall.

Footsteps follow. Soft, like they were sneaking. Slowly, a head peaks from around the corner. Long, dark hair concealing the creature’s features! It’s hideous, it’s terrifying!]


Who goes there!?

[Oh God… It can speak!?]


IV – Bowling Alley
[He sat off to the side by himself, a plate of nachos in front of him and a tall soda. The orc-like man was quiet, staring at everyone as he munched away. He seemed to be plotting something. But what?

With a face like his, it must be nothing good!

In reality, the Uncle was just enjoying watching other people play while filling his belly. He still looks menacing, however.


[WILDCARD]
[ooc: You know what this is! Don’t see anything you like? No worries! Feel free to hit me up, or just slap something random on and I’ll do my best to follow along!]
abstractart: (Wlkrj7a)

[personal profile] abstractart 2023-07-03 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[great question! he glances around like it'll give him the answer, like he'll spot whatever he left undone when he wandered off to sleep instead, and...

...oh. oh, yeah, that was why he was sleeping.]


Wait, this...

Right. This isn't the Library, is it...
gradenine: (pic#16527814)

[personal profile] gradenine 2023-07-03 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
That's the thing. I don't remember... And I don't even want to think of other reasons, like maybe the Head's finally gotten to us.

[ good thing he has no way of looking into the future, huh

anyway this is getting too bleak - not that netzach isn't capable of handling it, but hanging out with the guy's usually a bright spot in roland's day. so they should maintain whatever good vibes they got left while they're here. ]


Anyway, you ever bowled before?
luciole: (Cause the world might do me in)

[personal profile] luciole 2023-07-03 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Midnight is in fact, quite fortunate. If she wasn't scandalized enough by disrobing in the middle of a store, neither is she offended that this man got an eyeful. Speaking of... He's an interesting-looking fellow, isn't he?

She smiles enigmatically at him after the last button is secured. The peony tattoos across her collarbone are still visible.
]

Trust me. I make it very clear when I'm offering.

But no, I'm not hurt. I was checking to see if my back tattoo had been affected.

[Both true and not true. But it's only a lie if you think not providing any other context is just that.]
matermali: (095)

[personal profile] matermali 2023-07-03 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Something about his presentation is familiar enough to put her at ease, and the concern for her well-being is noted with a perked eyebrow and pinched smile of someone who knows a secret. ]

I will take your advice to heart in the future.

[ 'Be careful.' Always... Isn't she? ]

Ah— I had hoped to right it back up. Here.

[ Impressed that he manages even without her help, she remains where the base of the headstone still remains. Moss has already grown over where it cracked most of the way down. She doesn't expect it to stay put without some kind of plaster, but perhaps if he can right it for just long enough, she can make out the words that the crack split in two. They feel so important, as if they're meant for whoever was loved by this person. ]

I am certain I can nearly make this out.

[ ooc; She is great and I miss the show so much. I hope to do her justice for you! ]
Edited 2023-07-03 01:52 (UTC)
shtola: (pic#16392333)

[personal profile] shtola 2023-07-03 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
It would not hurt to try.

( not that she doesn't think he's right in his assessment. the issue with the station is less to do with the decor more than its very fundamentals. it rings hollow even when packed full of the material. like a stage of sorts, but with nothing behind the curtain.

but yes, of course she follows, even if she does ensure she maintains a respectable enough distance. he's a veritable stranger, and she hasn't the slightest clue what motivations back this space.
)

Less prone to disruption from the weather compared to an airship, I imagine. But I haven't seen an Aetheryte shard in my wanderings either.

( which is.. odd. most citystates usually house a network of them. )
bemist: (No opiates to send me into outer space)

[personal profile] bemist 2023-07-03 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her mind drifts back, to a conversation she'd had with Roland once. About how she could see through swindlers and conmen because she'd seen so many before she'd turned twenty, to say nothing of how many she'd encountered in the ten years after that and... truthfully, she doesn't want to think about how old she is now. It doesn't matter.

The point is this guy's spewing out the kind of shit any of those people would, but the concerning part is that she can't detect an ounce of deceit in his words or his mannerisms. Which is bizarre. Is he that highly trained? Is she losing her touch?

Either way, it doesn't mean she has to believe it. Or rather, even if she thinks he means it, it can bounce off of her quite effectively, because Gebura doesn't put much stock into appearance. Growing up in the City equivalent of the slums will do that to you. ]


I've had more than enough journeys at this point and this doesn't strike me as the "right" one either. If you want a walk though, don't think I'm gonna slow down for you. You'll have to keep up. [ Girl's got a Stride. But also a tendency to observe, and a very old and shoved down fondness for light conversation, so this works out for her too. ]
wresting: (pic#15939941)

[personal profile] wresting 2023-07-03 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
( his gaze follows hers.

Gaelio Bauduin and his ashes both rest in Vingólf. McGillis had attended the service, Almiria Bauduin's hand in his own; their father, none the wiser he had delivered the deathblow. his own, if he can be called that, was exiled to the edges of polite society. should victory be so haunting?

McGillis's gaze darkens in the corners, only for him to close his eyes and turn more fully to the woman before him. the longer he speaks, the more McGillis springs to life. )
...no. The city tends to play tricks on our minds. This is the first time I've truly experienced it.

( is your conscience and loneliness getting you down? blame it on the jamjar! )
Edited 2023-07-03 01:55 (UTC)
abstractart: (DQvomit)

[personal profile] abstractart 2023-07-03 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
...nah, I think we'd know if the Head got to us.

[something like this doesn't really seem like their style. it'd be worse, most likely.

he glances around the alley at that last question, though, finishing his beer off.]


I've never tried. Have you been here before?

[if he's had a head start, maybe he's more familiar.]
gradenine: (pic#16478100)

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[personal profile] gradenine 2023-07-03 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ it just so happens that this guy right here knows a thing or two about libraries! but uhh, roland's got somewhere to go to? so before he can even acknowledge that too-cute of a petname, he's been dragged off down the down the road anyway. like whaddahell. ]

H-Hey, wait! Why'd you wanna go to one? You're just drunk, man...

[ then again, roland's been drunk plenty of times in the library, no thanks to netzach's influence. still... ]
concord_dawned: (Default)

[personal profile] concord_dawned 2023-07-03 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
Hello there! Re: the information kiosk in City Hall, can we play out the kiosk's responses in our threads or would you rather we actually submit our questions to the Tourist Center page to receive official answers?
shtola: (pic#16392317)

oh my god.. meowdy!

[personal profile] shtola 2023-07-03 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Beyond the shameful use of paper? Not quite.

( they're empty, she means. paper ought to have ink on them. for that is the whole point of paper and ledgers and books! to find absolutely no record at all of those who were obviously occupying this space before is absolutely maddening for a woman like her.

but she is eyeing him from the corner of her periphery even as she flips her current page, taking note of what it is he has in his hands before he places it down somewhere she hadn't catalogued.
)

Have you?
unrequite: (12)

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-03 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Point well taken. Midnight responds with a nod, but stays in the entrance of the store, eyeing the tattoos when she mentions them. Lovely things, lovely woman. A bit off looking. (Is it the lack of ears, tail, fur? No, he's met plenty of Ægir who look much like her, oddly free of vestigial beast features and all. It's something else.)

He has never been the sort to tell a woman that she's a bit off, though. It's just not in his personality. ]


Affected? Is it fresh? [ He may not have any tattoos himself, but he is aware that tattoos do have a bit of a settling period. Maybe she was concerned that they changed in transit? ]
matermali: (170)

[personal profile] matermali 2023-07-03 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lucky that he doesn't put all his weight into her grasp, or she truly would have overestimated herself, especially when she has been neglecting so many of her basic needs. She thirsts. Helping (investigating) another is a better distraction than anything else she can think of at the moment.

Releasing his hand once he seems balanced, Vanessa does him the courtesy of waiting a moment before moving on. ]


Sad souls cannot help but be drawn to one another.

[ An observation made by another sad soul. ]

A bewitchment of sorts. It is why there is poetry and art.
def: (pic#16521536)

[personal profile] def 2023-07-03 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ gepard deftly avoids the bar, having seen it earlier clean up the fallen pins in a different lane. but as much as he wants to argue that it wasn't the mechanism he saw (his sister is an engineer, he's familiar with mechanical apparatuses), he supposes that there's no use. there's a lot of moving parts at the back, and he could've been mistaken.

still, he knows what he saw—even if he doesn't know what it actually was.

in any case, he gets back up on his feet, still frowning at the now-empty lane. how strange this place is, so much so that he'd rather face a hoard of fragmentum than deal with this.
]

Let's. [ he gives the other male a nod, gesturing for him to lead the way to the back. ] Since this establishment is unmanned, I assume there's no one stopping us from entering the backdoor.
ihavecharacter: (06)

[personal profile] ihavecharacter 2023-07-03 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
It would do you well. Though, I am sure you have heard it before.

[Everyone has friends, people that talk to them. He has been told it more than his fair share of times as well.] Not even I am safe from such things.

[He squats down, eyes looking it over for a moment. There's a hint of a frown as he studies the crack.] I believe it would take some time. But if I had the supplies necessary, I could manage. I admit, I am better with repairing wood than I am stone, but that is only having more experience.

[He looks up with a smile before standing up and holding out a hand.] John Henry Holliday at your service, ma'am. But you may call me Doc.
spinnyshot: (005)

THE BOY!!!

[personal profile] spinnyshot 2023-07-03 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
i think it is, yeah!!! i've never been able to talk to this many people at once before... it's pretty exciting!!

[He is unfettered with unlimited !!! and he's going to have a damn good time, absolutely no offense taken. Yeah! Excited!]

i've seen a few people, but i thought there would be more in a city this big! in fact, i thought there would be way, way more! as for my friends, if they're somewhere around here, i hope they're okay...

what kind of trinkets do you like?
icanfixer: (14)

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[personal profile] icanfixer 2023-07-03 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ is he, perhaps..................... dead?

or maybe just in trouble. or just sleeping. but who sleeps outside? actually, it is pretty nice, a snooze would be good... but no!!!! don quixote must see to that this sleeping man is well, and not sick or dead or in any kind of trouble.

....................................

squats down so she's closer to his face and pokes it. ]