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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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wreatharrow: (ꕥ 87)

bowling

[personal profile] wreatharrow 2023-07-03 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ At least it's not loud in here. Just bright in certain places and plenty of glowing against the black lights. These things are not quite new to Tighnari - mushrooms and other plants in the forests glow at least.

But he's also looking at the ball. Looking at the pins at the end of the lane. ]


I think we're supposed to throw it.

[ Because the screens seem to be playing little animations. Balls rolling down and knocking pins over. ]
limbical: (who knows where it's at)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-03 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
[oh gods please don't make him try to explain this is going to sound horrible

Daan clicks his tongue and closes his eye for a moment to consider how exactly to phrase this in the least worst way possible. He breathes in, sighs, and tries to be tactful.]


Most people don't bear your unique ears and tail, miss. At least, none that I've seen here yet.

[yo you a furry what up with that]
zewu_jun: (pic#13767771)

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[personal profile] zewu_jun 2023-07-03 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, a library?

[ Lan Xichen wasn't expecting that question. He's met plenty of strangers, but most of them so far haven't been interested in the library. They've been looking for people or a way out or the mysterious source that brought them there. He's so surprised that he stops short, looking back at Midnight who makes quite the sight, clearly drunk and now drinking... what is that? ]

No, I think... all of the texts so far have been unhelpful. Are you all right?

[ Sir? He's more concerned about the new man's health than anything as he belatedly realizes they are walking together, with Xichen being swept along absently. ]

Should I find you some water instead?
limbical: (because a cat's the only cat)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-03 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
Oh yes. A regular party, or festival. Whatever.

[There's a shrug, but Daan does briefly look extremely exhausted. Another drag from the cigarette and he looks a bit better.]

Well, it could be significantly worse. It isn't ideal and I suspect things are capable of getting much worse, but for now we can manage. Probably.

Would you mind if I asked you what your primary skills are? Battle, I assume?
matermali: (019)

[personal profile] matermali 2023-07-03 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Normally somewhat proud of her geographical education (all thanks to Sir Malcolm's influence), she somehow struggles to recollect exactly where in Germany his city should be located. And yet, it's familiar enough that she assumes it must simply be a lapse in her knowledge. Although Vanessa wasn't in London when she was taken, that's the city she offers in return. Her actual location was a secret then, and it is no different now. It is also the most recognizable. What would anyone care of a cottage on the moors?

How she wishes to return, especially as he reminds her of the worst instance yet. ]


Oh, I was made keenly aware. I did not believe it at first, but I have been proven the fool several times over.

[ But there is something she knows to still be there, no matter its dormancy. She is no witch with simple magics; they cannot take what is innate. This is the only belief that can sustain her for now, or else she may let desolation consume her.

She is not accustomed to someone else speaking of having unique abilities, and not so freely. How does he intend the meaning for himself? He said 'us'. Did he only mean his weapon? He had reached for his holster on her appearance. ]


And you have 'special' skills that they attempted to weaken?

[ An attempt at the air quotes. She's quick.

He had mentioned seeing through cracks, but Vanessa had assumed it to be metaphorical. ]
Edited 2023-07-03 06:26 (UTC)
justscribing: (❖ 55)

[personal profile] justscribing 2023-07-03 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
Great. [He finishes the steps he was going to take closer to the statue. And then turns his back to it to keep watching Tighnari instead.] Is this where you've been the whole time?
unrequite: (01)

:')

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-03 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
At this rate, yes, but only because you keep looking at me like that.

[ Midnight laughs, hops up on a desk, and leans in, giving this person a looksee. Very ordinary, aside from the armor. A knight, perhaps? ]

Were you looking for something? Besides me, I know you're fascinated with me.
solitairy: (011)

[personal profile] solitairy 2023-07-03 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
[this makes little sense to phantom. if he truly cannot see anything, then how was he able to make it here?

the feline reaches out with one hand, as if to grab the man's face with it. at least, that's what it would seem like to anyone else, but phantom is not even thinking about what his actions look like to other people.]


Can you see this, then?
shtola: (pic#16392146)

[personal profile] shtola 2023-07-03 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
( the hands of a working man, she’s seen her fair share of them. could almost make her own assumptions regarding what may have caused the rougher patches, even. all of the varying disciplines wield their respective tools of the trade differently, but the scrapes and rash certainly isn’t doing her any favors here.

so she sets to work, setting her hand over his upturned ones some fair distance above before channeling the silver of aether required to call forth her spell. it’s nothing extraordinary, given the limitations shackled upon her abilities, but it’s more than enough for an allergic reaction. the tendril of magic will cool, soothe, and close the smaller of his cuts before long.
)

Do try not to pick fights with the foliage if you can help it. Not without apt preparation, at least.
shtola: (pic#16392178)

[personal profile] shtola 2023-07-03 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
( oh boy! alright. it’s like that, huh. she’s at least well equipped in dealing with such honeyed words. )

How very glad I am to shine a light upon your day.

( to which it means she simply doesn’t. her tone certainly implies as much, flat as the delivery is. the book is kept in her sights, still. she hasn’t had the chance to look at it yet, and it’d be a terrible thing for it to turn out to be the only one among its kind to have anything at all in its pages.

that’d be her luck, wouldn’t it.
)

I could scarce believe you’d come here of all places for idle flirtations. ( which means, she has her doubts as to the veracity of his claim. ) I’ve heard rumor of far more interesting places for the more social.
unrequite: (01)

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-03 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ Whatever that drink is, it stains Midnight's teeth slightly red before he sucks the residue away. He grins. ]

I'm doing delightfully now that you're here. Your eyes are gorgeous, by the way. Let's look for the library together, darling. Or water. Whatever makes you happy.

[ Midnight is definitely still looking for that library, but if this stunning man decides that he needs a hydration break instead, he will happily, tipsily follow along. He's not gone, but he's getting gone, honestly. ]
23rdprecinct: (05)

[personal profile] 23rdprecinct 2023-07-03 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
Wait, this place doesn't even have a name?

[Now that surprised her. She looked over at the man, her hands loose at her sides.]

What about you? Got a name or are you nameless as well?

[She's not happy about her lack of finding anything.]
23rdprecinct: (12)

Would you believe I've also played from Darkwing Duck and SWAT Kats?

[personal profile] 23rdprecinct 2023-07-03 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
[She held up her hands. She did carry a gun, but she didn't draw it. Instead she slowly reached into her jacket as she spoke.]

Detective Elisa Maza, NYPD.

[She pulled out her badge and held it up for him to see.]

I'm just trying to figure out what in the world is going on here.

[Her badge was probably a lot older than he was used to seeing.]
unrequite: (03)

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-03 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
I — sir, I —

[ And Midnight realizes what's happening and starts laughing the kind of laugh one holds in when they've been trying not to think about how tense they've been all day. Gently, Midnight reaches out to take Phantom's hand and push it to the side. ]

My normal vision is fine. I simply cannot see in the dark anymore. I'd suspect it's a consequence of being in this city.
pinkbridgebunny: (Hmm?)

[personal profile] pinkbridgebunny 2023-07-03 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
[She turned when she heard a familiar voice say her name.]

Setsuna.

[She had so many questions to ask, but she kept herself composed.]

Do you know where we are and if any of the others are here as well?
zewu_jun: (pic#13767772)

[personal profile] zewu_jun 2023-07-03 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Being a horrible lightweight himself, Lan Xichen can only feel sympathy. The gentleman is intoxicated in some way, and he's had a few miserable days after in his life, so he finds himself feeling more concerned with what this stranger is going to do when he sobers up. He'll be suffering if Xichen leaves him alone, right?

He can't have that. He smiles at Midnight gently, making it his unofficial responsibility to take care of him for the time being. ]


I can help you find a library, but all of the texts here are blank. None of the words are readable.

[ But it won't hurt to look again. He can understand someone wanting to check for themselves. Still, he makes sure to offer his arm for support, because Midnight might still be walking at the moment, but he's still worried that won't last. ]

It will make me happy to know you're feeling all right. Did you just arrive here? You seem to be good at flattery, but reckless with your health.
shtola: (pic#16392172)

[personal profile] shtola 2023-07-03 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
In that, we are of the same mind.

( to think that she’d find someone else who reflects her thoughts in the matter so soon is somehow both reassuring and damning. her conclusions are sound, seemingly, but the theory being posited is not exactly one she likes in the slightest.

there is a few things she’s confirmed, at least. first being that people are easier to see than their surroundings, and that even in this muted space, her companion seems.. brighter than most others she’s seen even compared to those back in the source. which is interesting —

ah, but they really should pay more attention to what’s ahead! she barely stopped in time to avoid both him and the stand, and clears her throat before moving on.
)

The lack of ambient aether is unsettling.

( that much she’ll openly admit to. )

Almost as if this world is naught more than a vague mockery of the living, despite all efforts to seem otherwise.

doctor and dante holding hands, kissing, while everyone claps

[personal profile] blattella 2023-07-03 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
After you, buddy.

[Which is to say that he trots alongside Midnight, managing to tear a bag of popcorn open with his teeth and trying to finagle a handful out without dropping everything else he's grabbed. There are benches speckled about the streets, everywhere lit up about as well as can be expected, and Gregor absolutely makes a beeline for the first one he sees, if not just so he can stuff food in his face and sort out his load.]

No jobs to be had here, unless you want to play pretend that badly. We all worked together beforehand, me and the other two I'm talking about, and now we're here. Missing the rest of our number, though. But-- I feel like, if I say they're my 'friends', that's...A bit much.

I got a bad habit of getting attached to people too easily, and I found out that folks probably don't feel as strongly on me as I do on them, so it's better to assume less nowadays. You like popcorn?
luciole: (It's alright cause I'm with friends)

[personal profile] luciole 2023-07-03 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
Midnight? How fitting.

[She laughs a little merrily before introducing herself.]

I'm Lucinda. I will happily accept your offer to walk me out. And if I may be so bold, would you like to keep exploring with me? Based on the other subway riders and myself it looks like we're going to be here for a while.

[Confirmed especially because after waiting for the next sub, riding that, and circling back (rinse and repeat).]
lumenar: (034)

[personal profile] lumenar 2023-07-03 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
[now that earns the man a look of sheer disgust.]

What do I care about you, and the likes of you? [sandalphon turns on his heel and moves further into the "maze" of low walls, but with the carpeted floor, his heels can't make the satisfying clacks. what a shame.

problem is, he's lost and has to stop and look around. then strats to climb one of said low walls. the things he does just to not look at the guy.]
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planta: 🌱 (018.)

{ the graveyard

[personal profile] planta 2023-07-03 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
( vash had been quick to help the lady out, lifting the headstone with some effort since he's a) only got the one arm and b) lacking the strength he used to have back home, but he'd managed it because there's no way he'd fail to help someone out at a time like this. )

You okay? Is anything broken? ( because the headstone had fallen on her toe. boot or no boot, that thing's heavy! one thing's for sure, his strength hasn't returned. it's definitely concerning. yet another added mystery to this place they're stuck in. )
unrequite: (12)

sorry, just realized it's thancred, sylvain, and midnight all in a row for her. my condolences.

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-03 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ Midnight laughs again, this time deeply charmed. She understands the game, even if she's refused to play it in the same breath. Who is she? Midnight has decided he must know. There is simply no other option.

He casually puts the book in his plastic bag, nestled with his drinks, then finds another book and opens it onehanded, perusing it thoughtfully. ]


Well, far be it for me to choose the ballroom where you might dance, but if you do bring up rumors of such venues... why, I suppose I'd better go see it.

[ He snaps the book closed, as if struck by inspiration. ]

Ah. You should take me there.
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solitairy: (014)

[personal profile] solitairy 2023-07-03 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
--Ah. [well, all right then.

phantom gives his captured wrist a tug, a silent request to be let go.]


Your vampiric traits are missing in the way your Arts are, leaving you lost in the very darkness you're meant to be lording over.
shtola: (pic#16392181)

[personal profile] shtola 2023-07-03 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
( yeah. she’s definitely just.. staring for a moment. she supposes there’s really no other way to go about a question like that if he’s never met a miqo’te. or a mystel. whatever it is they may be called in the other shards. )

I see.

( a chance to pass along information that’s otherwise harmless. she doesn’t mind teaching moments. )

We aren’t quite so uncommon in my own recollections. ( strange that it isn’t the case for him, though. ) The typical composition of most citystates would make it something of a marvel not to encounter one of my ilk.

( by which she implies: yes there are others in the mix. )
gurge: all these particular manga icons made by ~gurge (getou | 172)

train station

[personal profile] gurge 2023-07-03 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ first the smell of blood had drawn him around the corner, moving in robes and long hair of black like an oil spill. its origin, poor human thing that it is, has cemented himself to the ground as though it may twist out from under him any moment. Suguru circles from behind, watching for even the rise and fall of breath. the image is unclear: static broken connection, bustling city white noise unlike this empty and quiet hell. there's something there on the tip of the tongue, the nape of the neck. ]

[ when he steps out in front of Peter, he's close. perhaps uncomfortably close, as though he wasn't aware of the concept of a personal bubble. curiosity pricks just below the surface, an electric jolt reeling him in. he's tall, broad, and one of his sleeves is void of meat below the shoulder. he has a smile like a saint and maybe the patience of one too as he waits for Peter's eyes to refocus on the present. ]


Hi! You look like you need some help? [ cheerful. of course, most saints don't have the best of stories; plenty don't have the best of intentions. his attentive gaze is a little... suffocating, maybe, but he's pointing to a nearby building that reads 'PHARMACY' in giant red letters. ] Few extra painkillers can't hurt.

[ a dad joke or mere coincidence? that smile won't say. ]