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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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a babygirl city, a babygirl continent

[personal profile] blattella 2023-07-03 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
But all the folks involved in the Company, even...Isn't that a lot of factions to worry about upsettin--

Sorry, you know that better than I do. Don't mean to go above my station.

[Leave the ideas and the knowledge to those who can wield it. He's only ever been good at following orders, after all.]

...Mm. The apartments were all unlocked when the first lot of us arrived. Feels like people just...Disappeared one day, you know? Little touches. Pictures on the wall with no people in them, wallpaper choices, flower prints on the knives, just...Personal stuff. Like hell I was going to give up a real bed, though. Real pillows. But if you want somewhere to actually stay, that's your option. Know a guy who's been sleeping on the couch in his place because he feels weird about it, hah...

[TAKE A BREATH, BRO.] I nosed around in an office building not long after I got off the train, and all the documents were completely blank. They're going to pains to redact information, or make it feel lived in. Whatever direction.
immortalpoet: (cherry)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-03 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
...

[The red glow in his eyes heightens, his bad mood somehow worse. There's no reply for a moment, glowering in his stew of thoughts.]

What is it, Don Quixote.
unrequite: (05)

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-03 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
Well, how else am I to know anything about anyone without making guesses? But, ah. You do have a point. An excellently made point. You'd like for me to talk about myself, wouldn't you?

[ ... All right, now he's being a little cheeky. But she's telling him much that he finds valuable, actually. A hard worker, a believer in fair play, someone in touch with her own sense of ethics. A librarian. God. She is so hot. She is so hot. ]

I could do that. Or we could stroll along like a normal pair of acquaintances, in a normal city, having a normal conversation about the very normal circumstances we've found ourselves in. We could talk about the weather. I'm honestly not opposed to that, either.
Edited 2023-07-03 04:07 (UTC)
matermali: (111)

[personal profile] matermali 2023-07-03 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Curiosity at the strange rhythm of his poetry draws her gaze to the side, her steps slowing while she casts his silhouette in her peripheral.

Vanessa is giving the excerpt more consideration than she perhaps ought to, but how is she to know? ]


Not Wordsworth. Who wrote it?
luciole: (But if you’re here who’s guarding Hades?)

[personal profile] luciole 2023-07-03 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Untrusting people are demanding because they require so much of others to form something akin to trust. But they're on another topic now and she's happy to elaborate when it comes to espers.]

Magic of the mind? That's definitely one way to put it. [There's semantics about it at home whether ESP is a type of magic but the commonly held view is...]

Certainly, abilities, where you can speak into the minds of others, read them, pick up recollections, or move things with the power of your mind, could be a type of magic.

Where I'm from, however, we try to have a binary to distinguish espers from magickind. They create phenomena, we use the whole of ourselves.
icanfixer: (29)

[personal profile] icanfixer 2023-07-03 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm she is a brave girl!!!!!!!! no she's still not someone who can look a color in the eye without a tremble in her soul both because she's a fangirl and also in general the pressure they can exude, but don quixote puts the nervous energy into the shift of her feet, gaze pointed past his shoulder. ]

We three have been here a month, and thus away from our duties as well. Thou... had not noticed our absence?

[ a whole month's pretty hard to ignore, if three of your employees suddenly go missing. one of those oddities that happens, people being where they were and yet standing in front of you somewhere else. ]
codenametesla: (Default)

[personal profile] codenametesla 2023-07-03 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
[His comments get a bit of a chuckle from her and she can feel her own tension draining enough that she can start moving again, towards the kitchen. Hopefully, showing that she's not mad or anything and was calming down would also assure him.]

I would feel bad asking that of someone anyway, so no worries. [Wait that sounded rude.] Oh, but, thank you for the offer? [smooth.]

[On entering the kitchen, she immediately spotted food set out, as if someone had just been cooking, and she couldn't help a slightly frustrated sigh in response. It looked good, and that was honestly part of the problem.]

Is this... really okay? I mean, was this really all just left here? Someone had to have made this, right?
horrifictie: art: <user name=HansTrmoft site=twitter.com> (encyclopedia)

[personal profile] horrifictie 2023-07-03 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ COMPOSURE - Now this is a very overdressed man for the occasion. It's almost like he was coming back from a corporate workplace after work hours.
RHETORIC - Hardcore bourgeois liberal. I'm calling it now. Tell him to fuck off.
SUGGESTION - There's no reason to be antagonistic. You can get him on your side if you teach him well. Having a man of importance in your pocket is never a bad thing.
]

Sure thing. [ What could go wrong? ] Ok, so first: what do you know about bowling? A little, or nothing at all?
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[personal profile] horrifictie 2023-07-03 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
I... don't remember.

[ A silly answer maybe, but honest. It just came to him from the depths of his vast, vast soul. Should he make mention of his memory? Would it worry her? Then again, when has worrying anyone stopped him from sharing unnecessary details? ]

This might be a good moment to mention that I have amnesia, as of a week ago.
immortalpoet: (Default)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-03 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
I come from the City.

[What name? There's no name. And yeah, this Amaurot is meaningless to him.]

It's not...too disimilar, in terms of the appearance and amenities. If you squint. But where I come from is chaotic at its core. Hardly as quiet as this.
odasaku: (99)

oda sakunosuke | Bungo Stray Dogs: BEAST

[personal profile] odasaku 2023-07-03 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
1. arrival
[ sakunosuke oda wakes up on a train.

it's nothing like the trains in yokohama, and the fact alone is enough to unnerve him. hell, he hardly even remembers being on a train in the first place. he wonders just how much he had to drink, but remembers that he didn't have anything to drink in the first place. not after he threatened that strange man in the lupin bar.

he pulls out the hand that's in his pocket, eyeing the phone in his hand with an uneasy curiosity. deep down he knows that he won't be able to leave this train until he selects yes, but part of him wishes that he could take it forever--perhaps it would take him back to yokohama that way. but after a few minutes of staring down at his phone, he gives in and presses down on the option

the doors open, and he steps out. his expression is listless, scanning his surroundings. that's when he'll approach, speaking in a calm, even tone. ]


Sorry to bug you, but do you know where this is?

2. bowling alley

[ it's been a few hours since sakunosuke oda has landed in the city, and needless to say, he is nowhere near understanding just what is happening in the city. this concerns him greatly, to the point that he thinks that his heart might just leap out of his chest with how hard it's beating away.

but his expression is relaxed as he tours around the city and ends up finding himself in the bowling alley. of course, sakunosuke's no fool, he knows what bowling is. however it's not something that the agency does all too often if at all, and he's hardly a social butterfly with how he prefers to stick to quiet bars.

...

he picks up a ball, eyeing it curiously as he raises it to his chest. with an incredible amount of precision in his gait and stance he approaches the area, rolls the ball and...

...misses completely? ]


Huh. I thought it would work. Maybe the ball's center of gravity is off.
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[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-03 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ He mirrors her posture, half-conscious until he realizes he's done so, but puts a hand in his pocket and chooses to stay there. This isn't a matter of perspective for him, but it is rather strange wording. Strange enough that he's willing to believe that she isn't being wilfully malicious.

He looks her in the eye. Really, actually examines them. No, he's met people who want to harm him. There's no hatred in those eyes. Maybe some strange watchfulness, but no hatred.

He lets go of his breath and smiles, finally. ]


I apologize for the confusion, Miss. I've... just never considered myself inhuman, so the question was rather hard to navigate. I'm happy to write it off as a matter of perspective if you are.
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immortalpoet: (carmine)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-03 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Honestly, with where he comes from, an experiment is absolutely not out of the realm of possibility. Pretty likely, actually.]

[He frowns.]


And what would the experiment be, in a case like this?
nomoresharks: (The finer points of being an Ancient)

[personal profile] nomoresharks 2023-07-03 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[More exciting than where he comes from, but with suffering the likes he's never seen, as well and he doesn't even know 1% of it]

How curious... Though for as different as they may be, our homes do appear to have one thing in common: Amaurot is far more lively than this.

I've been trying not to dwell on it overmuch, but it is rather eerie.
codenametesla: (waiting frown)

\o/

[personal profile] codenametesla 2023-07-03 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[She was aware that, even in this strange and unsettling place, she probably looked incredibly suspicious, and so she had been half expecting someone to call her out at some point, or to get in trouble. Still, the jogging steps make her jump slightly and she quickly turned to face the speaker, one hand resting against the wall, as if to bookmark her place in the search.]

Ah, no, I just... am confused. [The understatement of the century.]

[Still, if someone was actually offering help, perhaps that meant he knew more of what was going on here? Or maybe he was just being polite before he told her to get out.]

You wouldn't happen to know anything about a.. weird train bringing people here, would you?

[It had nothing to do with her current search, but would hopefully give her an idea on where he stood on the whole mess. Plus her curiosity was hardly the most important matter, much as she hated to admit.]
matermali: (155)

[personal profile] matermali 2023-07-03 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Amnesia? He could be lying, but there would be nothing to gain. If anything, the admission garners a bit of admiration mingled with her confusion. Well, there have been...patches in her memory in the past. She can relate to a degree. But she is certain to have soundly handled that, or she will as soon as she finds the one responsible, and there should be no more...'fits'.

Would it help this man, as well? No doubt he should encourage her quest for the Devil's comeuppance. ]


From...here? Or before?
clevebro: (08)

Train!

[personal profile] clevebro 2023-07-03 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Hm? Oh, yeah sure thing!

[All grins here! It's a bit of a front to hide her own nervousness and confusion. But Cleveland is ready to roll with whatever punches comes their way!

Including treating someone to a meal.

Speaking of, she's currently patting down her own pockets to come up with!

Nothing.]


Um... ehehe... or maybe not?
kampfgeist: (thinking | hol up wait a minute)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-07-03 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Confident. [ it's not a bad thing, but unless she has a bigtime secret weapon up her sleeve... ] So you think you're different than the poor fucks who have been here a month already?

[ heine looks up at the sky, still so goddamn blue, and then shrugs. after a moment he straightens up from his gargoyle posture atop the gravestone, stretching to his full height before hopping down to the dirt. ]

Hell, I don't know. I'd like to say the same, but this place... [ he shoves his hands in his pockets. ] I think there's more going on beneath it than we know.
bemist: (You better run and hide)

[personal profile] bemist 2023-07-03 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
You could just ask. [ Bluntly. But it's also honest. Gebura doesn't do very well with dancing around topics or being anything other than succinct and truthful. The succinct and simple part is just brought about from being born and surviving in the Backstreets. The honesty is just in her nature, just like the upright aspect of her personality. "Stupidly honest," Roland had called her, and it's accurate.

And she's going to use that honesty and straightforward nature now, because she is absolutely terrible at socializing, unlike this man who wields words like a song. ]


But if you won't, I'll go first. I'm Gebura. We're strangers, there's no way this is in any way a normal city or normal circumstances, I've been here a month and I can't stand people who play dumb. Now. Your turn.

[ She pauses to finally take a swig from the can and then stares at him pointedly. ]

Who the hell are you?
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[personal profile] horrifictie 2023-07-03 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
Before. I woke up one day without any memory of my life, or even basic facts of reality. It was very disorienting. Luckily I now know important things, like how things cost money, and homosexuality.

[ Those two may be among the most important things he has learned! Building blocks of living in society. ]
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[personal profile] fossick 2023-07-03 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
Different ways of going about it, yet they are still strange abilities unto themselves. Sorcerer or esper, the difference is nothing more than semantics to a person who can wield neither magic nor mind tricks.

[Though, perhaps hypocritically, Weir does not consider his more prominent gifts magic at all. They are simply… other.]

So why are you telling me this?
luciole: (I have great hair and I love lying.)

[personal profile] luciole 2023-07-03 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Her eyes are dark (and around the corners of them, a hint of exhaustion as if she doesn't get enough rest), almost without hue and if it wasn't for the natural light that bounces off of them, she'd look more unsettling despite her otherwise, fair appearance.

But his observation is correct. There's no malice, no real suspicion.
]

Not at all. I was being rather forward there so I should apologize instead. You can tell me on your own time how you define yourself. In the meanwhile, yes. Let's call it a matter of perspective.

[She caps off her words with a nice smile.]

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[personal profile] solitairy 2023-07-03 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
[phantom pauses, not expecting the positive response. a furrow appears between his eyebrows, and his ears twitch, making his hood move again.]

You are familiar with this place?

[that's all he can think to say, really.]
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[personal profile] wreatharrow 2023-07-03 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ The Fungi are definitely... Something. Sumeru is full of plant life and not all of it is safe. However, that is Sumeru. That is a world away now. Now, again, chances are that the flora here aren't going to actually attack or cause any problems. On the other hand, Tighnari thinks that something is off about this place. Hence the reason he doesn't actually want the plants to be squished.

Not until he does it himself. ]


You'd be surprised.

[ He's crossing the distance and plucking up some of the plants - mushrooms and flowers - putting them into little phials. Samples for later. ]

Now you're free to move about. I just wanted to collect these first.
matermali: (233)

[personal profile] matermali 2023-07-03 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Despite Vanessa often being one to shun the standards of high society, at least basic manners ought to be considered, and she is relieved to find another soul here who understands that first names are earned.

The handshake isn't quite what she expected, but it brings a half-smile to her face while she nods to him. ]


You have my gratitude.

[ Appreciating the sight of him moving the slab for her (isn't she allowed to appreciate, even under duress?), Vanessa doesn't linger on that, instead crouching to peer at his temporary attempt at reassembly.

Reaching out with a hand, her fingers brush across the crack that strikes through the bottom. It feels as though she can almost understand it, but it just barely eludes her. The frustration is palpable, and her hopeful expression is quickly sobered. ]


How? My eyes refuse to comprehend, and yet I ought to know the meaning of these words. I can feel it to be so, but they read as...nothing.
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