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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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cranekin: (pic#15469461)

[personal profile] cranekin 2023-07-04 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
( Just gonna let Nansen have his moment. It’s funny. )

Hm, that would be a problem, wouldn’t it?

( He sounds so calm about all of this. )

I guess we’ll die!
unrequite: (12)

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-04 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Midnight turns around to look at Roland again. His second librarian today? He is simply! Collecting! Hot people! Specks of hope in an otherwise rather dreary and unnerving situation. ]

Oh, I'm deathly serious about it. You know, I don't feel lonely a lot, but the prospect of a world with a lack of proper books does make me a bit nervous. If anything, I owe you for coming with me. A professional.

[ ... Does he actually feel nervous, though? It's hard to say. He might be too happy to have company to show any other emotions at the moment. Like a fairy, only enough room for one emotion at a time. ]
worldbent: (pic#15880659)

[personal profile] worldbent 2023-07-04 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
With attitude, perhaps you would be, [He agrees, lofting a brow in curiosity. Just where is this quirky little ayakashi going...]

[If the choice is between staying put and being delivered to a stomach, and wandering around to make trouble... Unfortunately, both of them pick the same route here. Matoba stands to follow after Tsuru after his moment of reluctant silence, finally folding his arms into his sleeves. This place was filling his head with cotton; it was as if none of his senses could sharpen properly.]

[Passing between train cars seems like the only place to go, and his eye briefly flicks towards the handle on the door between the traincars before it turns to the windows. Nothing but the blackness of tunnels, though.]


Forwards, or backwards?
bemist: (No attorneys to plead my case)

[personal profile] bemist 2023-07-04 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. [ There's not even any hesitation. Wow. Gebura may not be able to handle compliments all that well, if they're about how nice she is or how kind she is or if she's hot or royal or whatever else Midnight has also said during this walk--

But she's lived long enough to know her abilities. ]


I can tell when someone's full of shit or being honest, or if they've been through hell.

[ His story sounds similar, honestly. The way everyone had thought Carmen was a weirdo until they'd seen how passionate she'd been about helping humanity. It sounds like a fairy tale now, to hear of a while company who cares without an ulterior motive. It's honestly still hard to believe, hearing it. ]
kampfgeist: (annoyed | and the horse you rode in on)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-07-04 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ ooooh, that's a tough one to agree to. it takes a second for heine to think it through, turning a slow circle in grave dirt, scuffing his boots hard into a clump of dryish grass.

on the one hand, he's fiercely independent to a fault and sometimes would rather quite literally die than let someone help him.

on the other hand, we're not in kansas anymore, dorothy, and with his body behaving the way it is, heine isn't sure he's in a position to turn down an offer of allyship, however short lived.

on the third hand, he's still not entirely sure that this isn't some kind of fucked up fever dream granted to him by the brilliant mad mind of angelika einstürzen, which would make agreeing to work together with vanessa a terrible idea indeed. ]


...Fine. [ is his eventual begrudging answer. heine bares his teeth like a dog, belying how much effort it takes for him to be even this agreeable. ] I'm not promising I won't shoot. But I'll let you finish it.
kampfgeist: (skeptical | you're kidding)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-07-04 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ girl r u serious. heine looks between the twig, the tree, and the guy in front of him with an expression of absolutely naked disbelief. ]

You're kidding. [ flat. heine points at the tree nearest to them. ] That's the biggest fucking tree I've ever seen in my life.

[ and this dude is trying to tell him that there are trees so big they would make this tree look like a matchstick doll? the idea is so foreign it's almost horrifying. ]
unrequite: (01)

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-04 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Midnight takes this in, nods, and continues walking. ]

That's good. More than that, I'm grateful. I'm aware I'm a difficult person to know. If you've the patience for that, how am I supposed to see you as anything other than kind?

[ He laughs. ]

Well, of course, there are plenty of perks to speaking with me, but one cannot live on eyecandy alone.

[ ... He doesn't think about whether he's been through hell or not. Honestly, does it matter? He's here now. Couldn't have been that bad. ]
possessum: (𝟎𝟖𝟓)

[personal profile] possessum 2023-07-04 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's stuck here, haunting this place, unable to step back from the reminder of loss and grief. He may stay there for too long, if left alone.

Fortunately, he isn't.

Although the initial reaction is a kneejerk fright, and something that seems to go too-quickly past startle into outright terror. The boy flinches like he's been hit, drawing a sharp gasp inwards, head quickly turning to face the stranger with the patch over one eye that approaches him. Peter's body language reacts like he's being hunted, tall frame shrinking back into a cower.

'Don't hurt me' is the plea that buzzes within him like static. He doesn't voice it, not yet, because the man's asked him a question, and Peter latches onto the concept of survival, which means doing whatever he says. And right now that's giving information.
]

Y-yes. I think so. [ A hard swallow, wet eyes wide. ] There was a train. I think I might've dreamed it.
metafictions: (Nᴀɢᴀʀᴇ)

YA JUST MADE IT HARRIER

[personal profile] metafictions 2023-07-04 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
[He's got a shoe half-on when the telltale rumble signals that Harry's let that bowling ball fly. Rapt with anticipation, Kamui freezes, watching it roll intently... oh, boy, it's off-course...

And at the last second, it veers right back into the pins. A perfect strike.

Kamui smiles politely-- that shoe's hanging off his foot, forgotten.
]

Nice job. [He even gives Harry a little golf clap before returning to putting his shoes back on.] Do you want to play a round together? Let's see if you can hold up your streak.
Edited (spaces...) 2023-07-04 03:19 (UTC)
spinnyshot: (005)

[personal profile] spinnyshot 2023-07-04 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Oop, there he goes, zooming past an extra few feet in his excitement to see Kainé again before he corrects himself and bobs back to her at a normal and reasonable speed. He simply cannot help himself; sure, it wasn't very long that he was alone in this place, but to see Kainé is an instant mood-booster no matter what!!]

I'm okay! I was waiting, just in case... Well, you know! Anyway, now that you're here, we can figure out what's going on.

[Team Kaimil rides again...! His excessive-energy bobbing calms down, the sheer relief and happiness over seeing her tempered now with two unfortunate truths:]

Your swords are gone? [and,] I couldn't find my staff, either... I guess we're roughing it, huh?
eldritchwaifu: (I'll go down with this ship!)

[personal profile] eldritchwaifu 2023-07-04 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
YEP. So much NSFW. It is dripping NSFW and I AM ALL FOR IT.

(You don't have to commission NSFW of All Might if you don't want that fyi)

A description can be doable. I can send you preview WIPs and you can tell me if I need to fix anything later.
Edited 2023-07-04 03:25 (UTC)
rosewhipping: (⚘ dark sky that stretches out)

[personal profile] rosewhipping 2023-07-04 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Kurama likewise feels that Hiei is a comfortable presence. He doesn't doubt his own abilities, and he knows he can go it alone if he has to... but having someone to trust at his back is a feeling he's glad to have a reminder of.

The amusement lingers at the offer of a snack, but Kurama doesn't accept. He'll find something when he's hungry. For now, he prefers to keep his hands free.

"So you're affected, too." Then again, if Hiei's strength wasn't dampened somehow, he likely would've torn his way out by now. "I can't tell where we are." The relative emptiness would suggest the demon world, but the city itself suggests the human world.

"Have you seen anyone else?" Anyone they know, specifically.
matermali: (011)

[personal profile] matermali 2023-07-04 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ What a curious thing to say. Not that she would argue over the matter, but it makes her wonder what he might have done as an officer of the law.

'In my day'. Vanessa ought to wonder if he means it loosely by a few years, but there is something about him. She can usually sense when something, or someone is...different.

But the sense is too faint to discern anything more. ]


Would that mean that you are untrustworthy?

[ Though she teases, it may be easy to miss given Vanessa's occasionally dry humor. She stands with minimal effort, despite the pain of her toes. They're just toes, she can keep her weight off of them. ]

In which case I would need to watch you closely, for my own assurance.
psychosporadic: (pic#16175825)

train!

[personal profile] psychosporadic 2023-07-04 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ When Reigen had first arrived, his initial assumption had been that he's been taken somewhere related to some sort of wayward spirit. Honestly, his initial fear had been that he's peacefully sleeping somewhere else with everyone else none the wiser as to the hell he's being put through - again - and in that fear, wound up stomping around the city with more vigor than purpose, around, and around, and around --

Until he gets back to where he had started and sees a very familiar bowl cut bobbing by the register, clearly in the midst of a moral quandary. Reigen doesn't think he's been more relieved to see the kid in his life. (Except for that one time where he was in mortal jeopardy. Or that other time he was in mortal jeopardy. Or that other time -- you know what? He's just going to stop thinking about it.)

He heaves a breath, pretending as though he hasn't been sweating profusely, though the dampness of his suit doesn't lie, one hand flitting about in mid-air as he fans himself off. ]


Oi, Mob! I wouldn't waste your hard-earned money on all that. I don't think this place takes our money anyway. More importantly, where have you been? I've already explored practically the entire city without you!

[ Well, at least that explains all the sweat. ]
possessum: (𝟎𝟖𝟒)

[personal profile] possessum 2023-07-04 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ He'd usually panic, probably, as a kneejerk. It would take hold of him, heart bursting with adrenaline, throat closing up in anxiety. Fingers scraping the ground beneath him for purchase he couldn't find, gasping, choked out of himself. A stranger so close, so sudden, a stranger smiling too much.

But in the immediate moment, Peter's still too soggy to do much, still can barely remember who or what he is — is he impossibly empty, or too full up with something? Either way, he wears his own body like a foreign thing, has a hard time moving it.

When the man comes into his vision, it takes the boy several long moments to process it. His eyes do move, but so slowly, thick with gloss, confusion's haze. He has to remember how to think. How to listen. His eyes travel sideways without any movement of his head, following the man's gesture to the building, where he stares for what feels like a very long time.

Then he's looking back. Mouth tipped open a little wider, like a gaping post-op patient groggy from drugs. Someone's cut him open and taken things out. Put other things in. Peter's staring at the man's mouth now, that smile.
]

It.... hurts. [ He manages to respond, affirming something, he thinks. That he needs help. That there is pain. It grounds him just a little, and he gives a soft sound, a whimper like a child. ]

Everything hurts.
feraltrashbaby: ((♯▼皿▼))

[personal profile] feraltrashbaby 2023-07-04 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
I would if I'd ever seen one before! I don't even know what it does! [Rudo bites back before snatching up the newly discarded piece of glass. Apparently, he doesn't need to know what this strange machine is to be pissed off that Hiei's trashed it. His glove tightens around the little shard, making it clear that what he really wants to do with that fist. He's holding back though. The broken kiosk takes precedence.] If you'd let me look at it before you punched it to shit, I might've been able to do something! Now the best I can do is guess.
limbical: (every time he plays)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-04 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[The body language is one that he is intimately familiar with, unfortunately. Daan considers his next action, and very slowly removes his hands from his pockets, turning them over to show his palms. Nothing in them, nothing that can hurt this boy. ]

It wasn't a dream. But we can talk about that at your leisure.

Call me Daan. I would like to talk to you for a bit, if you're all right with that.
sweetsong: do not take any. ty. (86)

[personal profile] sweetsong 2023-07-04 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
Um... no, but I don't doubt you.

[ because there are many things that can't be explained that he's also witnessed, and even some that even if he could, it would be a blatant act of disloyalty to those that he holds near and dear to his heart. he's only slightly burdened with a secret, but it's not so heavy that it causes him to bend to the pressure.

and he trusts natsume. how can he not? to be so concerned... ]


Let me help. I've got a cloth here, I can try to clean it off.

[ because there's something off about the words. they blur just enough. they leave doubt. the more that he stares, the shakier his hands become. ]

I'm... it's...

[ and when he can't take it anymore, he stumbles back and falls onto his butt. ]

... n-no.
nyanxiety: (13)

[personal profile] nyanxiety 2023-07-04 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[He's too calm! Way too calm!! Nansen groans where he is as Tsuru laughs in the face of demise, massaging his ear-ringlets with his fingertips. That always calms him down...] Dammit, this is real bad... Does master even know we're here? Wherever "here" is.

[Since someone is being unhelpful about that!]

[Ahhh, let him just sit here and think a moment. The wheels are turning. He woke up on that moving tube, that train thing, and stumbled all the way out here... Could he have fallen asleep on a mission or something? He'd remember that, though, right? Then again, he does have a talent for falling asleep anywhere.]

[In fact, now that he thinks of it, the nice patches of grass on all these graves look really comfy......]

[--No, no, no! He can't! Nansen shakes out his head and springs back to his feet again.]


That's right! As long as the enemy doesn't appear, it's probably okay, right? But if there's no enemy, why'd we get sent here? ...My head hurts.
Edited 2023-07-04 03:37 (UTC)
limbical: (you can set music back)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-04 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
Someone or something. For now, all we have are guesses.

[Science experiment. He's heard about that kind of theory before.]

Well, that isn't impossible, and I would prefer that over something otherworldly going on, to be honest.
feraltrashbaby: (( •_• )>⌐■-■)

[personal profile] feraltrashbaby 2023-07-04 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
I can take way more than a punch, y'know.

[There's a little less growl and a little more defiance in his voice as he takes one very heavy, purposeful stomp forward.]

And I can dish it back too!
def: (pic#16521541)

[personal profile] def 2023-07-04 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ homo no homo

since he's offering, then gepard's assuming he can cook. in which case, he's down to make their own food. again, it's a waste not to partake in any of the ones offered by some disembodied entity in the establishment, but concern over the things they put in their mouths is very sound.

even if gepard doesn't see any reason why someone (or something) would try to poison them after going through the effort of bringing them here.
]

Very well.

[ he starts removing his gloves and cloak, leaving them in the booth he's sitting in. can't cause any accidents by having them catch on fire. ]

Do you have any preferences for food? Any sensitivies that I need to take note of?
pureyang: (I'm just along for the ride really...)

Re: bowling alley

[personal profile] pureyang 2023-07-04 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[The familiar voice has Chongyun looking up, and his expression brightens as his gaze falls upon a familiar face.]

Xingqiu! You're here too?

[He can't believe his luck! Though, he does rub at the back of his head after a moment.]

As glad as I am to see you, I'm sad to see you trapped here as well.

[He looks down at the bowling alley, and the game that others are playing.]

I suppose it does look rather interesting... Have you come to investigate as well?
matermali: (094)

[personal profile] matermali 2023-07-04 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ How he wrestles with it, and Vanessa observes while taking in every movement and sound he makes. She could have her clairvoyance completely absent, and still she would be able to see that this is someone with his own demons. Someone capable of great violence. Just the sort that Vanessa can find use in, if they can locate his weapons. ]

Well enough. If you leave them able to speak.

[ She doubts that a simple gunman would be able to do any true damage to Lucifer, but she suspects there are also his demons to contend with. Some of them die easier than others.

And this is likely no simple gunman. Neither was Mr. Chandler. In him was a beast so feral that it did not know it starved for love; fear controlled him still. How much of it controls this young man? ]


I should suggest the rest of city hall as your next search, but I imagine they would keep weapons elsewhere. Somewhere less...visible.
bemist: (No opiates to send me into outer space)

[personal profile] bemist 2023-07-04 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
I'll be honest, I have absolutely no interest in your body.

[ Gebura. Gebura??? Gebura, stop, that's too blunt??? ]

So I don't really put value into perks. Either I can handle talking to you and learning more or you get too obnoxious and I shut you up. I don't think there's anything kind about that. This much is just thanks for the free drink.