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The City ([personal profile] citycenter) wrote in [community profile] citylogs2023-07-01 11:00 am

TDM: JULY 2023





TEST DRIVE MEME

A TRAIN COMES INTO THE STATION.
You wake up on a train.

Your phone is buzzing. It's in your pocket, in your hand, on the seat next to you. It's a normal phone, and you're on a normal train car. One of the lights flickers, a little further down. The world is very quiet. It feels like you're right where you're meant to be. On the phone's surface is a white screen and the words—


WELCOME TO THE CITY. BEGIN ORIENTATION?

▶ YES
▶ NO


Please take a moment to complete your orientation.

Once you're finished, the subway doors slide open to let you out onto the train platform. To your right, the platform continues on and eventually ends; to the left is a set of stairs that will lead you up into the station itself. The platform is quiet, clean, empty—there's no one else around, and the only sounds you can hear are your own footsteps, your own breaths, and the occasional faraway sound of a creaking pipe or rush of air. The train you disembarked will stay there as long as you do, its doors still open, until you finally decide to venture up into this new locale.


As you make your way up the stairs to your left, you find yourself in the belly of City Hall station. The station is large, a sprawling underground mini-metropolis of corridors and storefronts. Here, you may find others like you, freshly-arrived city residents from other realms (or even your own). There is also a subway map, which will give you an idea of the layout of the neighborhood, and ticketing machines, which can currently only be used to buy tickets to a handful of stations located on lines 1, 2, and 9.

If you're hungry or in need of any kind of supplies, there are plenty of storefronts inside the subway station as well—snack stands, convenience stores, restaurants, clothing stores, a pharmacy, and a variety of empty shops that may or may not have ever been in use. Everything is unlocked, and you can take whatever you need.



Characters may stay on the train platform indefinitely, and may re-board and re-disembark from the subway as many times as they like, but the train will not depart nor will the doors close. Once they go up the stairs into the train station, they may hear the train doors closing and the train departing. Another train will not arrive, no matter how long the character waits. Only once they come up the stairs into the station itself may characters encounter their fellow newly-arrived residents and take advantage of what the city has to offer.

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WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD.
The station is located in the city center. It has three major exits that lead to areas of interest in the district, but there are several other smaller exits that lead in other directions around the neighborhood. You are welcome to use any of them, but may find the north, southwest, and east exits to be the most welcoming.
TO THE NORTH
The northern entrance to the station leads up into the sunlight and puts you out in a brickwork plaza. There's a modest building in front of you, three or four stories of stone with a welcoming facade. There's a sign above the entryway—it says City Hall. You may be tempted to explore, if you're interested in learning more about the city and how it functions, but prepare to find yourself disappointed—the folders in the records rooms are full of empty, blank sheets of paper, and the logbooks and balance sheets are similarly devoid of information.


Immediately to the southwest of City Hall, you will find a small building that houses the tourist information kiosk. It looks welcoming, with an inviting glass facade and a sign above the entryway announcing it as the "TOURIST CENTER." It's a humble building with a receptionist's desk on the back wall opposite the entrance, empty magazine shelves lining the side walls, and a few spinning brochure racks full of blank pamphlets. Anyone is welcome to peruse the tourist literature, though they won't offer much information, being primarily filled with pictures of the surrounding area—City Hall, the park, a statue garden, and the surprisingly heavily-featured cemetery. There are a few sentences sprinkled throughout about basic offerings of the city, such as apartment complexes and office buildings, as well as a few maps with the same limited scope as the larger version on the wall behind the receptionist's desk.


The main feature of the tourist center is the interactive kiosk installed dead in the center, right in the middle of a few rows of uncomfortable chairs that fill the small room. It's noticeably in the way of any would-be foot traffic through the tourist center, and something about the technology seems a little more modern than the computer behind the desk or the landline phone on the wall. The kiosk is a tall silver rectangle, about average adult height, and the upper half is a screen welcoming visitors to touch it to activate the kiosk. If you were to touch it, the screen would come to life with simple dialogue inviting visitors to ask it their questions.

However, residents should note that the kiosk is only programmed to assist with exploration within the available areas of the city. It may not be able to answer every question, and tampering with the kiosk may result in unreliable or inaccurate answers!
TO THE SOUTHWEST
The western exit of the station takes you up into a city park, lush and green with a very light fog still hanging about the trees. There are lampposts on the walkways and benches where you could rest, and plenty of flora, although you can neither see nor hear any signs of animal life. You walk the paths that meander idly through the verdant grass and you feel a sense of peace, some of your unease about this place easing into a pleasant calm. The air smells fresh, like it's recently rained, and you'll find the grass ever so slightly damp should you decide to take a seat.


As you make your way deeper into the park, the trees grow denser and the smell of soil and plant life grows stronger. This is the older part of the park, very nearly a forest, with ivy climbing the trunks of the trees and plants and shrubs growing riotously around their bases. As you turn a corner, you find yourself first in the statue garden, although the statues are harder to see now, choked as they are with ivy. There are many statues, some partially obscured, some fully—very few of them still stand free of the vines and clinging roots. (It doesn't feel quite as peaceful here.) If a statue's face looks a little bit familiar, you may not want to look at it too long.

Continue down the path and you will find yourself in a graveyard, one that seems centuries old. Most of the headstones are worn away by time and covered in moss, rendering them impossible to read. The few that are free of moss are blank, or bear only suggestions of names too faint to be understood. (Was that the name of—no, it couldn't have been. Could it?) Many of the headstones stand at an angle or are toppled over completely, having been subjected to either strong winds or the roots of the trees that grow up from some of the graves, spreading branches toward the sky.
TO THE EAST
The final exit of the station, to the east, puts you out on a quiet surface street. Are you hungry? Or are you paralyzed by choice? There are plenty of restaurants, offering options of almost any food you can imagine. You could try a convenience store—it's well stocked, and the items there seem free for the taking. How about a restaurant? There's no one to take your order, but when you look in the kitchen, there's something on the stove, and it's just what you've been craving. Imagine that.


A few blocks down, you come in through the lobby of a tall building and find yourself in a corporate office. The fluorescent lights are steady and unforgiving, and the cubicles and offices are empty. There are a few pieces of paper on desks, a few folders left in organizers, but everything is perfectly blank. Despite how empty and quiet the office is, it nonetheless gives you the feeling that just a few minutes ago, this place was bustling with workers going about their daily business.


You enter another building and find yourself in the lobby of an apartment complex—finally, a place to rest. The first door you try opens easily into a completely empty living room, freshly vacuumed but without a single piece of furniture. It's a nice apartment, quiet, but with a little too much echo for your taste, maybe. Still, and perhaps oddly, you have no trouble envisioning what life here would be like.

The second door you open leads to an apartment that feels lived-in. Why does it feel lived-in? It's fully furnished with items that seem to go together perfectly, true, but the feeling is more than that—the room feels like someone was just here, maybe standing right in the kitchen only moments before you swung the door open. The air is a perfectly comfortable temperature, and it somehow smells like home despite that you've never once set foot here before. The refrigerator is stocked, and the cabinets are full of spices and flatware and kitchen utensils.


As you look around the living room, you find that there are pictures in frames on the walls and some of the flat surfaces—a seascape, a field, a shot of a city park bench. In each of the photos there's something just slightly wrong with the angle, as though the photographer were aiming for a subject that can no longer be seen.



Characters are welcome to explore the district around the City Hall subway station to their heart's content. The City Hall building itself contains several floors of offices and file rooms, but none of them contain any particularly interesting information. Nonetheless, characters may wish to team up with other newcomers and try to find some hints about the nature of the city. They can also spend a while in the park, the statue garden, or the graveyard. In the blocks surrounding the station there are plenty of options for food and housing, as well as office buildings, storefronts, and alleyways to look around. There are no workers in any of the buildings, and there does not seem to be an honor system for payment, nor any consequences for taking food from the stores or setting up camp in an apartment or office building.

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SO A TURKEY WALKS INTO A BOWLING ALLEY...
There's a bowling alley open in the newly-accessible district, and you're invited to come test your mettle!

Walking into the lobby, you're struck by a peculiar combination of scents—shoe polish, floor wax, pretzels and nachos, and something pungent and a little oily. On the wall behind the desk is a shelf full of pair after pair of shoes, in every size you could possibly imagine, and there's a low rack filled with brightly-colored, heavy bowling balls that are ready for the taking. You can also hear the low hum of machinery and the rattle of pins being reset every time someone knocks them down, the bowling alley a well-oiled machine despite the fact that no one seems to be manning it.


You can bowl alone, start a match play (1-v-1), or bowl as a team, but you'll quickly find that bowling is much more fun (and somehow easier) when you're playing with others. Maybe it's because being around other people raises your spirits, but you feel more confident when you step up to bowl, and you find that when you're playing as part of a team, the bowling ball travels faster and in a straighter line, and you seem to be making strikes and spares with much greater frequency. Teamwork really does make the dream work!

If you occasionally see what you think might be the shadow of someone passing behind the machinery at the far end of the lane, don't worry about it—that's probably just your imagination.


If you stop by the bowling alley at night, you will find the place totally transformed. There's a disco ball hanging from the ceiling and brightly-colored lights flashing and dancing around the floor and walls. Any white parts of your clothing glow a delightful blueish color, and you find that you're illuminated in all kinds of interesting shades by the blacklight bulbs glowing in the ceiling. This is cosmic bowling, truly not for the faint of heart!

When you've finished bowling, you may want to stop by the snack area for a pretzel or hot dog, a soda, or—if you're there for cosmic bowling—maybe even a more adult beverage from the food counter on the far end of the building.



There isn't anything especially spooky about the bowling alley—except, of course, being forced to wear shoes that have been worn by a hundred strangers before. Characters are welcome to find their shoe size, grab a bowling ball, and go to town! Characters who come during the day will encounter a normal bowling alley, but they can always come back at night to get the full cosmic bowling experience. There will always be shoes in their sizes, the pins will reset themselves, and the balls will always be returned. Just be careful, those ball chutes can crush your fingers if you're not careful!

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WILDCARD.
The city is by no means small, and there are plenty of things for you to see. There's no rush in exploring, so feel free to take your time looking around and peering into various nooks and crannies and alleyways—and don't worry, you're not very likely to find anything peering back.



If none of the above prompts appeal, feel free to check out the Locations and Maps pages and write your own freestyle prompt using one or many of the available locations.

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nomoresharks: (Troubling thoughts)

[personal profile] nomoresharks 2023-07-03 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
[He glances back at her over his shoulder at that, and nods in agreement]

You too? I thought at the very least there'd be one where one might board the contraption and one leading to the entrance. It only seems natural.

Though... "natural" may be a little less so here than I'm used to, come to think of it. 'Tis almost as if the aether here is... muted. Or perhaps that would be mine own senses?

[He shakes his head and returns his gaze to the front of him--just in time step around a sunglasses display he was making a beeline for.]

Whatsoever the cause may be, 'tis passing strange.
matermali: (171)

[personal profile] matermali 2023-07-03 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Social engineering is not always in her favor, either, given she was the 'ghoulish' child when growing up. He ought to see her at parties. A wonder she hasn't been banned from all future balls in London, given the fright other partygoers usually suffer by night's end.

Yes, she's always this intense, though usually it's quieter. Everyone (her most of all) is lucky that it isn't any louder. For now, the cobra in her soul stays coiled and dormant.

If anything, the tension nearly softens to something nearing amusement at his response, and her lips quirk a bit. This time, the humorous consideration is less cynical than her initial jest on arrival. (Ass-kicking?) ]


Vanessa.

[ A pause, then with a start she remembers her manners. Just because others are omitting their last names doesn't mean she needs to forget all propriety. ]

Ives. Vanessa Ives.

[ How embarrassingly slow of her. Vanessa's lack of sustenance might be catching up with her, and she leans a bit more into the gravestone for balance as a dizzy spell attempts to take her. She shakes it off. ]
unrequite: (12)

i

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-03 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ ... This young man is not going to get anywhere like that. Or, well, juding by his determination, he will. Just far too slowly for it to matter.

Midnight walks by slowly, turns around — all the way around, just to check if anyone else is going to help — then walks back, hands in his pockets. ]


It's going to bother me terribly if I don't help you. May I pick you up?

a. can't believe midnight's surrounded by projmoons yet here we are!!

[personal profile] blattella 2023-07-03 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Gregor's not much of a drinker in the first place, nor does he require blood; in fact, he's been living off of kosher popcorn and bottled water for the past few weeks, maybe a bit of raw salmon here and there since he got it cleared by a very authentic fish magician (he thinks he's a fish magician. He Xuan is very cool, at least).

It's not until he manages to slip behind the counter to start rifling through the cigarette packs that he realises there's a newbie at the register, looking most bewildered. Ah, damn. Lost count of how many packs, can't tell if they're regenerating, shit. But he can't leave Newbie here without A) looking like a grubby, unhinged thief and b) feeling bad.
]

...You don't have to pay. No one's here to take it, bud. If you still feel weird about it, do what I've been doing and write up a tab of what you take, in case they come back.

[He looks back at the cigarettes, before stashing a pack in his vest and offering another to Midnight expectantly.]

You smoke?
horrifictie: art: <user name=ptitsatart site=twitter.com> (bratan)

[personal profile] horrifictie 2023-07-03 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ SUCCESS

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - You take a hard snarling breath in, an ogre enraged, and plant your hands firm against the ground. Then you lift your legs, pulling them back in preparation, and lunge your whole body weight forward! You vault everything you have and get to your feet, legs pushing you up to stand on your feet.
COMPOSURE - You cannot resist the urge to grin, smugly.
HALF LIGHT - Now flip him off!

(Wait, is that really necessary? Seems a bit rude.)

HALF LIGHT - It's the whole fucking point.
AUTHORITY - Assert your superiority over him and his hands in his pockets.

Harry flips him off.
]

Get fucked, buddy.
kidobutai: (Default)

Kiosk

[personal profile] kidobutai 2023-07-03 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
I was certainly thinking of it.

[She looks amused by his outburst. Her nine tails swaying here and there. A smile settled on her face, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes. Before she turns her attention away and towards the machine.]

But I'm going to guess that they're not all too useful.

[A small giggle follows. Anything that was supposed to give information had, thus far, yielded a whole lot of nothing, as near as her current experience went.]
fossick: (119)

[personal profile] fossick 2023-07-03 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
[He watches her back as she walks away, half tempted to let her leave. Though that's something of an issue, considering that was the direction he intended to take, too.

So, that just means he's several paces behind her, following her out, adjusting the satchel slung across his shoulders on instinct.]


Should have left you there on the ground.
bemist: (You can't take me for a ride)

[personal profile] bemist 2023-07-03 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ A thin eyebrow lifts, the one over the duller-colored eye. So he's social and confident. Probably overconfident, because as much as she has no idea how much he can and can't back up his words, this much she knows: He doesn't know her. ]

You've got the wrong librarian for that. [ The overachiever with issues of control and taking every single thing on her shoulders would be Malkuth and, at this point, Gebura was content to admit she knew what she was doing. ] I'm fine taking orders if the orders make sense. And if I have to lead anyone, they're going to work. I'll just do my fair share, too.

[ ... And maybe a little more than that, but you know what, she's not going to say that. She still can't quite get a read on this man, which is disconcerting enough. ]

Anyway, isn't it pretty damn assuming of you to guess things about me when I don't even know who the hell you are?
wresting: (pic#15939948)

disco bowling.

[personal profile] wresting 2023-07-03 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
( ...no, not really!

a lack of interest which is obvious when McGillis turns, a brief pause held in the air between him and the man in question. but then, McGillis filters through his own decision making. he ought to take advantage of someone else's natural friendliness. so he shutters the moment behind another, smiling in a way that is perhaps a little too sharp. )


Ah, ( a lilting confirmation ) if you teach me how to play.

( bowling can't be that hard, but a very rags to very riches childhood hasn't left McGillis with any bowling parties to truly grasp the vibe here. small surprise when the man is dressed in a three piece suit — very clown like when paired with a garish set of bowling shoes — and going about with his hands in his pockets. he is not the cool superior officer one invites to work functions, either. )
luciole: (Welcome to the heartbreaker club)

[personal profile] luciole 2023-07-03 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
[A stunning personality. The type to win over crowds. Lucinda plays around with these obviously untrue observations with some sort of twisted amusement in her mind.

What she says aloud is more true, more mild.
]

You're not a very trusting or trustworthy person, are you?
unrequite: (07)

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-03 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ ... Far be it to assume anything, given that his expertise is in conversation, not art, but he's pretty sure he's never heard of a tattoo choosing to stand up and walk away from the skin that bore it. He's about to say as much when the strange woman closes the distance — honestly, even under the circumstances, it's a rather dizzying development — and... asks quite the question.

He pauses. He is now on guard for a completely different reason. Eventually, he closes his eyes, breathes in, and opens them again, expression a bit unreadable. ]


I'm afraid I'm not sure what you're getting at. I believe I'm about as human as you are, no?
fanstheflames: (I let it fall)

[personal profile] fanstheflames 2023-07-03 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
I don't want to be a comfortable kidnappee, though!

I mean, a kidnappee in general! I've got things to do! I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one either!

[ Judging from the amount of concern she'd seem among the new arrivals. ]
lickstheevidence: (Default)

East

[personal profile] lickstheevidence 2023-07-03 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[rA9, rA9, rA9, that is a DOG. A real, honest-to-goodness DOG! Connor's Thirium pump skips several beats. He loves dogs. Loves them! He hasn't seen any animals at all since he first arrived a month ago, and now here's a real dog! Without thinking he immediately crouches down, gesturing invitingly with his hands and making cooing sounds interspersed with gentle encouragements.]

C'mere, that's right, good pup, I won't hurt you, I like dogs!

[Wait. Did that dog just talk? Whut. He freezes, looking perplexed, his LED spinning red.]

Did you just. No. Maybe?
fanstheflames: (You are you are you are)

[personal profile] fanstheflames 2023-07-03 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, so the pool's way too big to narrow it down this time?

[ Well, that makes sense. Tsuruno has no idea how many people are here, but it seems like a not insignificant amount. ]
lumenar: (029)

[personal profile] lumenar 2023-07-03 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[unfortunately for sandalphon, he knows the look of someone who may or may not be drunk, and the habits of a drunk, even if they're not currently drinking their way into oblivion. his lips twist a little, before he relaxes.]

Who would I tell? There's no one at the front door.
kampfgeist: (thinking | not too into that)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-07-03 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh, we're doing last names? in that case: ] ...Rammsteiner.

[ if it sounds german, it's because it is! not that heine has a concept of germany, being from ambiguous melting-pot future europe.

heine might not be a social engineer, but he's observant. he watches the sway, the steadying grip on the headstone next to her. if she's gonna croak, at least she's in the right place for it—but unfortunately she's also in terrible company for it.

the best sympathy heine can offer is a distracting question: ]
So, you new?
luciole: (Try and hear me then I'm done)

[personal profile] luciole 2023-07-03 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
Yes. You're absolutely correct, Tsuruno.

[Lucinda crosses her arms and nods in agreement.]

I, an overworked adult, was looking forward to finally enjoying a weekend off from work ✨
eldritchwaifu: Suprised (Let's start a shipping war)

[personal profile] eldritchwaifu 2023-07-03 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
... OH... Sorry.

[ Genuinely too! She sure wasn't aiming to offend the guy.

She curls her tentacle up just enough to hold it in her hand. ]


Yeah, it's not my world either. I think we both got tossed into the weirdest isekai ever.
matermali: (094)

[personal profile] matermali 2023-07-03 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ She is as lost as many, but at least by now she knows where the cemetery is. It may not be a cheerful place, but it will draw him away from the statue that had him so mesmerized.

The frankness of his statement gets a curious draw of her brow, but instead of questioning such a statement, she muses allowed while gazing ahead: ]


By our own spirits are we deified. We poets in our youth begin in gladness; but thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
eldritchwaifu: (I think that's good too)

[personal profile] eldritchwaifu 2023-07-03 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
Uh... Question. Were you the only person on your train too?
fossick: (086)

[personal profile] fossick 2023-07-03 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Indeed, he is not. And being kidnapped and trapped in an empty city has only heightened this tendency.]

Trustworthy? That much is up to you to decide on.

[But as for trusting:]

I don't know you.
eldritchwaifu: (all the emotions)

[personal profile] eldritchwaifu 2023-07-03 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
You got a point there...

[ She scratches her head, thinking. ]

Okay, but if this was an experiment... What are they even testing here? Do they want us to make own society in their weird... Observation... City... Thing?
immortalpoet: (Default)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-03 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
That's easier said than done.

[In a little bit of an "UHHHH BUDDY" sort of tone, though its deadpan as always. He even looks a little incredulous.]

Food doesn't grow on trees. So sometimes, there's not stuff to make stuff with...you understand?
coolerjunpei: (028)

[personal profile] coolerjunpei 2023-07-03 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Junpei can do nothing but watch this flailing with some kind of concerned fascination... If this guy wipes out entirely, he probably has to put down his pretzel and go help.

But good, crisis averted. He can take another bite of pretzel, while he gestures around with his other hand (the one with a soda in it).]


—No, it's the atmosphere. I'm real into old-fashioned neon and stuff.

[old-fashioned... junpei is a zoomer.]

I mean, I could bowl. I'm not that good or anything, though... Why, do you, uh, wanna bowl?
eldritchwaifu: (I think the subtext in the 2nd season)

[personal profile] eldritchwaifu 2023-07-03 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
You're a singer in a band? That's so cool!

[ She beams in admiration... But huh. The song thing may be a problem. ]

Oh! Maybe we could try a duet if I can find one.

[ Looking through the song selection now. ]