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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 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
I... suppose I can see the benefit of trade, but...

[Look, he's... He's doing his best.]

Is it really so difficult to procure food where you come from?
unrequite: (03)

bowling

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-03 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ All the stars alive and moving, what. Midnight jumps, a hand over his heart. He'd been minding his own business and had grown accustomed to the aimless wandering of his fellow kidnappees, so when the caped blob of black came in after him, he hadn't given it a second glance.

Now that he's forced to, though... Ah. He's seen this man before. (He's, er, run afoul of Miss Christine before. Long story.) ]


Operator Phantom. Ah. The shadows, you said...?

[ He looks around. Well... in general, he's had a very eerie feeling that something has been watching him, but he hasn't been paying much attention to whether it's intensified or not. And he certainly wasn't watching the shadows all that closely. The lights were much more alluring.

But a vampire's a vampire, after all. He focuses his own attention in the direction Phantom indicated, eyes narrowing.

...

He rubs his eyes. ]


I can't see.
fossick: (003)

[personal profile] fossick 2023-07-03 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[What an eerie place, yes. The liminal spaces are alien to him, even after being here for a number of weeks.]

I don't recall making any demands of you.
immortalpoet: (cardinal)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-03 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
Yes and no. Usually if you get some money from a job you can afford some cheap quick food from a local fast food place or stall. But if you want something better you have to work up the ladder for better jobs, better opportunities...but even that may not be enough. People starve every day.

You...really don't have anything like that?
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luciole: (Cause the world might do me in)

[personal profile] luciole 2023-07-03 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
People who are not trusting inherently demand things from others.

[She sounds certain as if she's dealt with the sort before.]

I've mentioned espers or as they're more commonly known, psychics. Is that something you're familiar with?
eldritchwaifu: (all the emotions)

[personal profile] eldritchwaifu 2023-07-03 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah... It would make more sense if we were all in different train cars, but just one person per train? Sounds like some weird creepypasta junk right there.

[ Says the spooky tentacle girl. ]
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immortalpoet: (Default)

we're living in a babygirl world

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-03 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Or its something who does, and is happy to lord power over a high-grade Fixer without worrying about the consequences.

[So basically, either totally ignorant or totally stupid. Maybe both!]

[Like Dante's star, though...he hates the sound of that. Like that could be used on a massive scale, for a place rather than people...]


A crackpot...? [His eyes squint at that.] On the contrary, at least I'd be surprised a Sinner actually had an ounce of sense for once. What's this about sleeping in other people's beds?
nomoresharks: (That's not a term I hear often)

[personal profile] nomoresharks 2023-07-03 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[He shakes his head, eyebrows raised. There's something about the way the man describes it that tells him there's no hyperbole to be found here.]

Nay. Nothing of the sort. I've heard of people missing a meal or two while in the midst of their work, but never have I heard of anyone going so far as to starve.
elswhisperer: (hm?)

train station

[personal profile] elswhisperer 2023-07-03 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ There is someone here that recognizes Feldt, but luckily enough, it happens to be a very familiar face. ]

Feldt Grace.

[ Her hair is much longer than it was when he last saw her. She hasn't worn it like this in ages.

Time means nothing here. Is this the Feldt Grace of the past? Is she from their future? ]
dogmanding: <user name=rosebursts> (21)

[personal profile] dogmanding 2023-07-03 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ that's the kind of even keeled response he expects from someone who definitely didn't intend to do so, but felt the need to clarify anyway. it's not necessarily a bad thing.

but as he keeps his attention on what looks like could be important paperwork. ]


It's more or less a joke. [ damn, more blank sheets. maybe things are written in invisible ink? that would certainly be a way to keep things as secretive as possible. hiding information in plain sight. ]

Besides, if you meant any harm? I'm sure we wouldn't be having this conversation in the first place.

[ and gorou snorts lightly, his tail wagging a beat or two quicker than before. ]

You find anything interesting over there?
ihavecharacter: (12)

[personal profile] ihavecharacter 2023-07-03 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Doc offers her a smile in turn, feeling both lost and a little more comforted in this moment. This feels like a conversation he might have with Waverly. But that is all well and good at this point. She would probably be far too excited in this place and trying to figure it out. Wynonna would likely shoot at everything. It is perhaps a blessing neither of them are with him.

"And it is important to do that?" Give your toes room to breathe, he means. But he will also take her advice, following her over to the counter all the same.

"Well, I wear a size 10 shoe. Waverly took me once to a shoe store for slippers to wear in the house. I admit, I have not worn them." He would look sheepish, but it was not really important. Also since losing his hat, it may well be time to know his shoe size due to the possibility of losing his shoes now.
matermali: (118)

[personal profile] matermali 2023-07-03 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ A distraction is more appreciated than anything else could be, as the momentary confusion at his inquiry makes her forget her physical discomfort and trade it for something much more uncomfortable: the thought of accepting a lengthy stay. ]

I will not be here long enough to be considered anything else. [ Especially if this is some circle of Hell. ] What of yourself?
immortalpoet: (wine)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-03 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[NOW DEFINITELY LOOKING LIKE THE DOUBT.JPG]

What kind of dreamland do you come from...?
lumenar: (023)

TBH HE'S GOOD... it's not like anyone can be as gross as belial

[personal profile] lumenar 2023-07-03 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Tsk. [he clicks his tongue. very audibly at that.]

If I need to pay a toll to be here, I'd rather know. But since there's no one outside, that puts me in an awkward position.

[what kind of currency do they even use here? he has no clue. but... sandalphon doesn't even have much aside from a few rupies, and the armor on his back.]
wreatharrow: (ꕥ 44)

[personal profile] wreatharrow 2023-07-03 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Tighnari slips closer. He's trying to get a good look at Cyno. His ears are alert, listening for any hints of lying or trying to cover things up. Close enough so he can read eyes, facial expressions, body language. The subtle hints of Cyno that will tell Tighnari whatever he needs. ]

Are you doing okay? What about your spirit?
unrequite: (12)

anime blush. kya. onegai shimasu. et al.

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-03 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ what up, he's sylvain, he's 19, and he never fucking learned how to read

So Midnight's shirt is gone. It is now that pink mumu. Or perhaps some infernal exchange had happened, completely without his consent or active participation, and now his pink shirt has been traded for this fluffy garment.

He's squatting down next to the open washer, hand to chin, really pondering his new reality. Huh. ]


And it can't be convinced to do tradebacks? Perhaps I can give it a sock to sweeten the deal.
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immortalpoet: (Default)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-03 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
Nothing, huh. Is that what you told yourself?

[But the mention of Faust seems to make him mentally take a step back, glowering at nothing in particular. She was here, and then not.]

[What does that mean for...them? For her? Charon is....]


They were here, and then not? You have no idea how they disappeared?
horrifictie: art: <user name=xo3ech site=twitter.com> (horrific)

[personal profile] horrifictie 2023-07-03 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ CONCEPTUALIZATION - Such beautiful words.
INLAND EMPIRE - Otherworldly words.
RHETORIC - Surely you can craft as eloquent a response. Speak from the heart. Say something true and real, you coward.

1. (Nod) Smoke weed every day.
2. That's the way of the world...
3. They've been spending most their lives, living in a pastime paradise...
4. Futures, made of, virtual insanity...
]

Futures made of virtual insanity. Now always, seem to, be governed by this love we have for useless, twisting, all the new technology. Oh now there is no sound, for we all live underground.
bemist: (No attorneys to plead my case)

[personal profile] bemist 2023-07-03 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
Not anything I've been able to pick up. From what I can tell, this doesn't seem to have anything to do with a Wing at all, especially when the majority of the people here aren't actually from the City. I can't see the Head being that okay with a bunch of new arrivals from different worlds entirely.

And even if they were, why bring in people from City, then? Our number's too low to count for any kind of data.
nomoresharks: (And then Azem did a flip)

[personal profile] nomoresharks 2023-07-03 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
The city of Amaurot... which I assume means quite little in this place.

[He hums to himself and considers his surroundings.]

I would say it's similar to this city, but that's not entirely the case. The architecture is different, for one, to say nothing of the technology I've seen--and haven't seen, for that matter.

[He's a little afraid to ask, but...]

Yourself?
ihavecharacter: (12)

[personal profile] ihavecharacter 2023-07-03 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[He smiles at that.] A pleasure to meet you, Miss Ives.

[After a quick handshake, Doc lets her hand go before humming thoughtfully and looking back at the headstone.]

Well, all right. I suppose I can hold it up for you just long enough for you to make out the words. [He's not sure if even he can, but perhaps her eyes are a little more keen than his. That being said, he moves to pick the headstone up and hold it in place for her.] Let me know when you have finished your viewing.

is this the arknights/limco crossover april fool's promised us, in the end......??

[personal profile] blattella 2023-07-03 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, fair enough.

[Better put the other pack back, then. He'll count later. Don't forget. Don't forget to count the vice groceries.] ...And I shouldn't really drink. Already went on a bender recently, haha...They were passing champagne out at a pretty boring party, and I might've taken advantage of that.

You want company, though? I think my coworkers are probably tired of my face, and I can't let you drink alone. Not responsible, not really a great way to welcome you to the experiment or whatever we're stuck in.
immortalpoet: (Default)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-03 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
[what the fuck u mean no capitalism]

Hm.

What if I don't have a preferred dish? Does it make anything at all, or nothing at all?
icanfixer: (12)

[personal profile] icanfixer 2023-07-03 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Nay, I have not the faintest clue. Long I looked for them after, but it was as if they had never stepped foot where I had met them.

[ ... still, um. it's sort of clicking and clattering in her head about something-- ]

Um, Sir Vergilius, if I may ask thee a question now?
fossick: (012)

[personal profile] fossick 2023-07-03 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[And he wants to bite back that she's quick to make assumptions. He has asked hide nor hair from anyone here, other than answers. and for monts to each him how to use his phone]

You mean someone who uses magic that centers upon the mind. I have heard of it, yes.