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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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miyagimagic: (051)

[personal profile] miyagimagic 2023-07-03 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's something about the combination of the other's appearance and the setting that's just outright eerie. You don't meet someone with an odd eye like that in an empty graveyard without it being some sort of horror story. Even with how strange this place has been so far, Daniel didn't quite expect to see something like that eye - and it shows, too. Even if the man can't verbalize his surprise, couldn't even if he'd want to, it shows in the way his own eyes widen, in the way he almost stumbles back a step before he realises the other is friendly.

.. or friendly-sounding, anyway. But Daniel is far too out of it to truly move on to suspecting the other, especially while his brain is entirely wrapped around the matter he asked the other about in the first place. So even when the surprise fades from his face, it's instead replaced with a concerned frown at the answer.

Daniel looks back at the gravestone himself, and it does look less clear, but it's kind of like he can still make it out, like he sees it by the time he looks over at the young man again - from the corner of his eye.

He seems to hesitate, staring at the other for a moment or two without saying anything, but then he seems to turn back to typing on his phone before showing it to the other, apparently deciding to share the information.

He's desperate enough. ]


Nariyoshi Miyagi. That name.

I am sure I saw it.
unrequite: (02)

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-03 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Midnight will take the proffered arm and make himself welcome. A little too welcome, maybe; it's so rare for someone around his own height to support him, so when he puts his head on this complete stranger's shoulder, it is with a very happy snuggle. (Okay, maybe a little tipsy.)

He takes another sip from his bag. His new friend is so very nice. He would die for him, probably. "Good at flattery, reckless with his health": the Midnight experience. ]


So many questions, so very many... Sweet, kind stranger. I want you to know that you're very precious. I promise I am doing delightfully. Delightfully. I'll write you a book. When is your birthday? You celebrate birthdays here, don't you?
sicklysweet: (o02)

[personal profile] sicklysweet 2023-07-03 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a few answers he could give - he could simply be honest and say he doesn't like having people so close. It sets him on edge, every reasonable sense of his screaming that it's dangerous, especially when he's vulnerable without full use of his magic...

Or he can lie. There's several lies that might work, and it might prove an interesting exercise.]


This floor is haunted by a particularly malicious spirit.

[You can trust him, bro.]
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arrival!

[personal profile] possessum 2023-07-03 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Peter is, by all rights, a Horror Young Person himself, recently sacrificed to a cult and stuffed full with an eldritch-coded demonic entity. He doesn't currently understand that fact in the slightest, only knows that he's lived some sort of bizarre nightmare for the past so many days of his life, and now he's found himself here, which may be purgatory or hell or a fever dream. Maybe he's in a coma. Maybe he's nothing at all.

But it sure feels real. The pain of himself is certainly real, mostly centered in his face, which is a complete mess: nose covered in a huge bandage, bloodied and bruised. One eye's almost completely red for how bloodshot it is, and his pupils are blown out, too big, making his eyes strange and black. He looks like a zombie, mouth held tipped open, eyes wet.

The boy haunts the train station for some time, sitting alone through his own periodic convulsive shudders, chilled to the bone and sick from the inside out. But his own restless spirit has him moving around some too, listlessly following a few people, mindless. He doesn't at first register the person who approaches him, eyes half-lidded, hazy. It's only when the boy's slowly lifting his head to stare at her that....

...he screams. Oh, does he scream. With a rising shriek, Peter's yanked out of his unfeeling numb state into terror, heart immediately pounding. He stumbles back, all six feet of his lanky frame in danger of tripping over itself.
]

No....! No no no!

[ He's panicking, nerves already worn completely raw by what just happened to him back home. ]
unrequite: (01)

it's true i was there i was the claps

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-03 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Midnight settles next to him, crossing one leg over his knee and pulling a beer from its ring. He cracks it open and takes a sip, watching this strange little man organize his spoils. (He's cute. Got that nervous tension to him. Midnight understands what that's like.)

At least he doesn't have to say much. He actually likes this quite a bit, drinking quietly and letting someone else introduce themselves to him.

He extends a hand at the question, making a grabbing motion. ]


If you're sharing, I won't say no.

[ As for the rest... Well, he won't say much, although that does land this new stranger a bit closer to his heart than he'd anticipated. Being the type to fall hard and fast does that. Same hat. ]

So it wasn't a company party, then. Who set it up?
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[personal profile] miyagimagic 2023-07-03 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's as if Daniel only realises how he must have come across when he sees his action reflected back to him in the other's reaction. And honestly, Lan Xichen is so valid to react as he does, given Daniel's desperate look and the fact there is a very large bruise across the side of his face. The man very much does not look alright.

But as he's realising that he must really not look alright, the look on his face seems to soften a little. Daniel's face goes from startled and desperate to something a little calmer, but also decidedly sad. He nods his head - to say he's alright - and then shakes his head - to say that nothing happened, but then realises those two expressions in quick succession won't really help, so he instead writes a little more on the phone before showing it to Xichen again. ]


Sorry if I worried you.

I think I am just a little confused.


[ Or more than just a little, but never underestimate Daniel LaRusso's ability to underplay absolutely anything. ]
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[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-03 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, Miss Lucinda, who am I to say no to such a well-spoken request? I do still owe you for my intrusion, after all.

[ Midnight straightens again, but this time to hold out an elbow for Lucinda. Eerie as those eyes may be, Midnight is who he is. As long as he isn't in any immediate danger, why not try being social? ]

Did you have any destinations in mind? I was in the midst of finding a bookstore, but I haven't had any luck.
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[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-03 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ,,, baby honey sweetie

Midnight looks at the stranger's progression curiously, standing and leaning on one of the partitions to watch him go. Good lord. That is determination indeed. (He is trying so hard not to laugh. The stranger seems a bit sensitive. It's so hard, though. It's so hard when he's so cute.) ]


You care enough to forgo the beaten path to leave me, certainly. You've been on a train car, haven't you? The beleaguered patrons of public transportation are the epitome of apathy, believe me.
abit_ofboth: (president)

Arrival

[personal profile] abit_ofboth 2023-07-03 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[Since arriving himself, Loki had come back to the train station a few times, thinking there must be some hint there as to how they might be able to leave again. He still wanted to try getting groups together to check out the train tunnels, but that hadn't quite been organized yet.

On this particular day, Loki was surprised to find what appeared to be a new arrival. A new arrival who did not seem to be handling things well. It was clear that she was trying to hide it, but there was a nervous energy to the woman that screamed to Loki that not all was well.]


Let me guess, new here? [His tone was teasing, but not malicious. He merely tried to lighten the mood, though Loki never was very good at doing that.]
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[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-03 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's a very gentle hold! One tug is enough to free his arm. (Professionally, Midnight is happy to free him. Personally... Goodness, for a man completely wrapped in mystery, Phantom apparently does have his moments.) ]

You've captured the irony perfectly, Operator. Were that I able to capture hearts in the same way. [ He looks back. ] I don't think we've been properly introduced. Operator Midnight of Reserve Ops Team A6. Would you happen to know if this is a formal assignment? Did I miss a briefing?
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[personal profile] miyagimagic 2023-07-03 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Thankfully Daniel doesn't expect much more from a fourteen year old, honestly. If anything, Mob almost looks even a little younger than that to him, and so Daniel is quick to shake his head. Not too wildly, since he sure doesn't have the energy for it, but just enough so it's visible to the boy.

No matter his current state - both physical and just of confusion - Daniel would never want to make a kid worry about him.

.. why is said kid even here? Wherever here is? God, he feels like he's getting a headache even thinking about any of this.

He opens his mouth, wanting to say he's fine - even though he is, quite visibly, not fine - but once more no sound leaves his throat, making Daniel look frustrated at his own inability to even carry out the most plain forms of communication here. All he can do is just make an ok-sign with his hand (while still looking kind of miserable, honestly), hoping that's enough to keep the boy from worrying. ]
limbical: (a square with a horn)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-03 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmm, it would probably be the safest thing to do in a situation such as this. Yes, we can travel together for awhile.

[That and, admittedly, he's a bit concerned about what looks to be at teenager running around by herself. Not to say he thinks she's incapable, but he can't help but want to do something to ensure she's in good hands. Just not his own, ideally.]

Might I ask you something about your previous experiences?
abit_ofboth: (bored)

The Southwest

[personal profile] abit_ofboth 2023-07-03 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Over and over again, Loki finds himself returning to the garden. It's still strange that there's no animal life, but still he finds it his favourite place in the city. It's the closest thing he's seen to a home he so recently found and lost again. Despite the oddness, he feels a bit more at home here.

Today it appears he will not be alone. It looks as if more people have arrived as he seems to be running into more and more people. Looks like the city is trying to fill itself out, even if he's no closer to figuring out how or why.

"I am uncertain as to which god you are asking, but this god has no real idea as of yet as to where we are. Though I can say it is quiet because there is no natural animal life present. I agree, it is rather unnatural." Loki gestures to a spot next to the man on the bench. "May I sit?"
limbical: (a square with a horn)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-03 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, don't be so superstitious. [Daan can't help but sound amused at that, but he can't really blame the man.

Curious reaction, though. Vague enough. Is he some sort of mercenary? Well, no one lets out their secrets so soon, and he understands about not digging too hard right off.

After finishing his cigarette, he flicks it away and answers in turn.]


Doctor. Hopefully I won't have to patch anyone up here, but you never know.
limbical: (you can set music back)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-03 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
If there is one, I certainly haven't found it.

[Her quippy question earns a brief cold smile before it swiftly fades. Well, it's not one someone else to know exact circumstances of his name, so he doesn't hold it against her.

Really, if anything, she's very quickly reminding him of a certain reporter. So he responds airily.]


How rude to not introduce yourself first, but very well. Call me Daan. And you, miss...?
limbical: (everybody's pickin' up)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-03 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Can't disagree there.

[For a moment, he turns his gaze to look at the amber liquid in the bottle he'd just used to make the drink. He lets out a slow sigh.]

It couldn't be easy, could it? Here I was hoping it'd only cost me a few days here. Such a bother.

[Daan shrugs.] So you believe suffering for us all isn't far away. And how would that look like for us?
limbical: (who who tried to sing)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-03 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[The way this man so carefully pries... Daan is familiar with it. He himself has been careful with words in the past not too dissimilar. There's a pause of consideration, and he finds no fault with it.

Who wouldn't want some kind of answers here? Some modicum of comfort in knowing this situation isn't permanent?]


I'm afraid my bedside manner has seen better days.

But I do genuinely believe that our current position is not so permanent. However, we cannot rely on outside help. That, I do believe.
abit_ofboth: (facepalm)

City Hall

[personal profile] abit_ofboth 2023-07-03 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Loki really has no idea why he is back at City Hall. He's already been through here enough times and knows there is no information here. Still, he frustratingly returns again as he hopes that this time there will be something different. It's been days or weeks, Loki can't even tell anymore in his frustration. He just knows he's sick of not knowing. The only thing he does know is that more people seem to be arriving. But the why and the how still remain illusive.

And he can't even summon his daggers and stab something. It's all very frustrating.

Though this time when he wanders the building, he comes across someone playing with cards. Loki has heard of tarot, of course. His mother was a Seer after all (though she did not require such toys). When the woman speaks, he does his best to put on a casual expression with a tone to match.]


What is my need? Oh I don't know, I suppose I need what everyone does. Food...Shelter... The love of a good woman, or man, whichever. How to get the Hel out of here. What is your need?

[Okay, so he failed as his tone comes out incredibly sarcastic. Well, he tried. Sort of.]
limbical: (a square with a horn)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-03 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
By your lead.

[And he has no problem following.]

Hmm, I was last in a town called Prehevil, but I come from the Kingdom of Rondon. I don't suppose any of those names actually mean anything to you.
kampfgeist: (thinking | not too into that)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-07-03 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ that part, heine will just have to take his word on—he doesn't know jack about greenery, had barely seen a tree face to face until he arrived in this place. ]

So the mass murder happened a while ago, or... [ he recalls another conversation. ] They figured out how not to die.

[ no need for graves if nobody's dying to fill them, right? between this and a slaughter cleaned up by magical means, this actually feels like the more likely scenario to heine. ]
limbical: (a square with a horn)

bowling

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-03 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Not that Daan is opposed to a bit of sport while they're all in this mess. After all, what good is it to be so much of a busy body? Answers will come in due time. He's already investigated what he could with little to share, and so he's content to be sitting and drinking as he watches everyone play.

And then there's This Kid, whose ball rolls in almost mockery in its gutter. Oof.]


First time?
kampfgeist: (skeptical | you're kidding)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-07-03 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ heine has seen plenty of people with one foot in the grave, so to speak—in fact, he's been there more than his fair share of times. that said, the fact that the dude can still breathe well enough to cough and not just choke on a gob of his own blood probably indicates that he's not, in fact, gonna croak.

practically, this is a relief, as it means heine won't have to figure out what to do with a dead body in this place. ]


Okay. [ the charades are actually... easier, in the sense that he's reminded of nill, and in the sense that heine is plenty in practice interpreting the gestures of someone who can't make sounds. ] Uh... well, guessing you woke up on a train too? Answered some questions, dragged yourself out here?
limbical: (who who tried to sing)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-03 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[HONESTLY he's almost speechless. Daan rubs the bridge of his nose, then shrugs.

this guy]


Yes, well. It might be good to actually consider our circumstances and how best to make yourself useful? Less about renovating a sorry looking office building, of course.
23rdprecinct: (15)

[personal profile] 23rdprecinct 2023-07-03 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Not a single thing. Every scrap of paper is totally blank.

[It was strange and she had seen some strange things before.]
23rdprecinct: (12)

[personal profile] 23rdprecinct 2023-07-03 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Detective Elisa Maza.

[She pulled a badge out from her jacket to show him.]

Not that jurisdiction matters here. I'm just trying to figure things out.