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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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sicklysweet: (3860288 (40))

[personal profile] sicklysweet 2023-07-04 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[MHMMM...]

...

[It doesn't seem like he's suited for much thinking at all, but his worst crime of all is being so dismissive. You can't just ignore Owen and act like he's not there and not dangerous!

He's also super petty, so time to be even more unbearable.]


Oh, no.

[Said in the most monotone voice.]

I'm feeling rather faint...

[And he's just going to flop himself right on top of Nansen. He might not be able to magically blast him through a wall like he wants to, but he can still be an incredible nuisance.]
stubboarn: (pic#15483727)

[personal profile] stubboarn 2023-07-04 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
I've been here for a few weeks, [ dimitri says with a shrug. ]

As for the hosts - who knows? You'll find that the original denizens of the city are nowhere to be found. You see that right here, too - there is no-one to tend to us even as customers.

The city operates like that. Why, and how, we don't know.
stubboarn: (pic#15483723)

[personal profile] stubboarn 2023-07-04 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
I guess so, [ dimitri says, thoughtful as he considers it. ] But it's a strange way of doing target practice overall.

[ he gestures towards the rack - ] You can try, if you want. We can take turns.
dogmanding: <user name=rosebursts> (15)

[personal profile] dogmanding 2023-07-04 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
There is. [ another laugh follows: ] Don't take offense to it or anything.

[ besides, now gorou is awake and amused. what kind of person would come up and start a redecorating effort on someone they don't know? it has to be a very specific kind of personality; no fear? too oblivious for fear? or perhaps they're super confident in knowing their makeshift flower and plant arranging won't be too offensive...

though a comment like that certain gets both of his ears to perk up and stiffen. ]


I guess I could say the same. This is probably the safest I've felt in my entire life. Never thought my muscles could relax like this before!

[ outside of a hot bath, anyway. ]

What would you worry about, if there was something to worry about?
shtola: (pic#16392176)

[personal profile] shtola 2023-07-04 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
( the wariness of an animal circled and hunted seizes her when she realizes he draws closer still. she knows all too painfully well just how she relies on the arcane. how her usual baring of fang is muzzled beneath the lack of ambient aether and her own dwindling well — times like this makes her wonder if she should’ve at least learned to take up a blade.

she has nothing to say to that besides murmur the start to an incantation, just in case. this place has put her on a razor’s edge, the tricks to her senses unrelenting as they are unwelcome, and she tires of daggers beneath friendly masks.

another step, finally cresting the periphery of her sight some yalms away. the memorized line dying on her tongue, her spell and the heat that’s brought forth dissipating with it.

the evidence of her folly, seared into the essence of another. how is she not to recognize it?
)

Only you would draw this close a proximity to perceived danger with such abandon. ( it’s accusation, it’s exasperation, and perhaps a bit of an exaggeration. he’s as careful as he’s ever been, even if she does not feel his gaze on her. still, her shoulders do slack a little in the next huff, at least. ) The space knows more than I care for. More than once has it showed it knew what would bring me some measure of.. familiarity before revealing the uncanny.
crossreversed: (pic#16163697)

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[personal profile] crossreversed 2023-07-04 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
The feeling that people were there mere minutes ago but are there no longer has grown old quickly. The park seemed like it would offer a reprieve from that particular aspect of the city, and so far it has. Chrollo is making notes on what he's seen so far, a paper notebook, not his phone, when he feels someone nearby.

For a split second after Chrollo sees the short figure with dark hair and dark clothing, Chrollo thinks he's looking at someone else. That passes immediately, though, as he takes in more details.

The similarities to someone he knows aren't enough to draw his curiosity, but the unusual aura and the even stranger disruptions to the way it flows certainly are. Chrollo turns to walk in the direction the strange sprinter went, hands in his coat pockets, but isn't in a hurry.

As he approaches a nearby tree, he jumps. In ordinary circumstances it's a height he could make in one jump, and quite easily at that. Now, however, he has to jump towards the trunk and use one foot push off from that to make the rest of the height without ever pulling his hands out of his pockets for balance.

They both have their foreheads covered, but Chrollo is sure it's for very different reasons. He doesn't use gyo to try to get a better look.

"Is there something out there worth running from, or was this just an afternoon workout?"
immortalpoet: (vermillion)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-04 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
They...what? Like, disintegrating, or just...disappearing?

[✅✅✅✅ WING BULLSHIT]
plunges: (xiao00013)

how about a yolo!

[personal profile] plunges 2023-07-04 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He'll go ahead and take a seat. She's so formal... He watches her shuffle the cards and notes that her hand movements are very precise. More so than the average person. Her question gives him pause -- designation? That must be his name, right? ]

Xiao.

[ He gives her a nod. This is where he'd say 'nice to meet you', but alas. He knows she explained her method, but he still has to ask: ]

What is this, exactly?
stubboarn: (pic#15483725)

[personal profile] stubboarn 2023-07-04 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
... I don't know much about that kind of literature. Is that a common premise? I suppose I need to expand my reading habits, if that's the case.

[ dimitri gives him a look, and then he adds, ]

One of the more prominent tourist spots in this city is the cemetery. [ he pauses, and then he adds, ] It's by the park close to city hall.
nyanxiety: (04)

[personal profile] nyanxiety 2023-07-04 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
GHGHGH-NYAA!!

[Owen can be obnoxious, and Nansen can be loud. He doesn't have a tail to stand on-end, but it doesn't matter with how you could practically see it anyway once Owen's weight flops on top of him, sending him scrambling across to the other side of the bed.]

[Perched on all fours with his fingers gripping in like claws, he shoots Owen the most offended, wide-eyed stare possible.]


Shyaa!! That's not fair, you didn't even want this bed until you saw me here!

[Oh, so Owen thinks he can be the big guy on this turf, huh? Well how about this.]

[Nansen darts a paw hand out quick as a flash and slaps the stupid hat right off Owen's head. And looks very smug about it after.]
stubboarn: (pic#15247909)

[personal profile] stubboarn 2023-07-04 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
I am not. My body is sore, but nothing, as far as I'm aware, is broken or injured severely.

[ he gives him a smile. ]

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

[ he'll take him to one of the convenience stores close by. ]
matermali: (019)

[personal profile] matermali 2023-07-04 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Any attention onto such a minor injury would be immediately brushed off as a waste of time since there's nothing more to do for it. Occasionally she will glance over her shoulder to better spot him, though even with her back turned, she can sense his presence.

How very faint, though.

She notes his distance, but isn't offended. At the moment, she can only assume he is this wary of everyone he meets, which is sound. Distance is wise. Distance is also while she'll prefer Mr. Rammsteiner, regardless of what he says.

It is no matter of class. First names are earned in their intimacy.

And though she is gathering her own pile of information about him—from the placement of his hands to the cadence of his speech to the glint in his eye—there is little reason to say exactly why it matters so. Vanessa had wondered if others here might have similar histories as her, and his lack of an answer is...answer enough.

'...cull the weak and the dissidents...' ]


You move like an animal once caged. You speak as someone who has witnessed the corruption that slithers through the shadows of the world, where good men and women do not peer. Not by choice.
riquet: (11)

[personal profile] riquet 2023-07-04 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ god, between all the northern wizards... bradley looks the closest to a trash panda than the rest. but owen is making a strong case to be the closest one in spirit. ]

But you've already bit into some of them!

[ he scrunches up his face. ]
nichocolatine: (pic#10160358)

dogs rpers?? in the yool 2023??? 😭

[personal profile] nichocolatine 2023-07-04 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ honestly, badou should've known. trust that when things get weird and unnerving, heine is never too far behind. dude's like a magnet for that particular flavor of trouble... and badou's a magnet for dudes like him. something something, misery loves company. ]

Fresh off the tracks. Musta just missed each other.

[ unlike heine, badou had not opted to follow the tracks to see where they go. he's got a Thing about being that far underground, see, so the second an exit presented itself he was outta there.

he did his due diligence though. put his ear on the ground, so to speak, tried to listen for what was up, but his first mistake seemed to be in assuming anyone had any fucking clue what was going on in the first place.

could be worse, he guesses. it'd be a lie to say badou isn't feeling some kind of relief upon seeing a familiar face; deprived of their guns though they both may be, badou's gonna allow himself the luxury of taking comfort in the fact the one guy he knows around here has a track record for opting to fight beside him than against him. he's never been much of a spiritual man, but he'll thank whatever fucked up deities decided it'd be fun to toss them together into this mess. whatever this mess is. ]


I give a shit, [ he says with a grunt, as if this were his place, as if his own place weren't its own brand of mess. but heine saves himself from another snap of the towel, because it's soon forgotten on the ground in favor of the crumpled packet badou now cradles tenderly in his hands. ]

Shit, [ he utters like a prayer. apparently the very same "shit" he'd given earlier. evaporated now. like smoke. he fishes out a lighter from his pocket, because of course he's got one, and places one of the sticks into his mouth. breathes it in, feels the poison sink back into his lungs where it belongs. he dumps himself onto the couch beside heine, and stares into his breath that comes out in clouds. ] I ever tell you I loved you, man?
shareofnight: (A Tale of Two Cities)

[personal profile] shareofnight 2023-07-04 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tessa nods. Well, of course it wasn't going to be that easy, finding the name of this city. Just one piece to add to the overall puzzle of the place.]

I agree. Unfortunately, I haven't yet met anyone who hasn't already just arrived, it seems.

[She wonders if the people who have been here longer are in a different area of the city, some specific corner that feels less like a ghost town, perhaps. It would be nice, she thinks, to get even one answer to the myriad of questions she has about this place.

At his question, she shakes her head. Her mouth twists into a wry sort of smile.]


No. In fact, I was decidedly in the middle of reuniting with an old friend in London when I found myself on a train and arriving here. I suspect that this whole thing is the universe's idea of a joke. I finally meet up with someone I'd thought I'd never see again and...well. Here I am.

[She realizes she's rambling, and she blushes.]

Sorry. I didn't mean to ramble on at you. It's been a long day.
kampfgeist: (shot | we all fall down)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-07-04 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ "an animal once caged" rips through heine like a bullet. no fault of vanessa's own, but her voice echos with another's, and a sour combination of anger and panic and adrenaline roils in the pit of heine's stomach. he stops in his tracks, one hand coming up once again to the bandages wrapped around his neck, feeling the unforgiving press of metal underneath.

"hah, she's got you there," kerberos whispers faintly in his ear. the dog is weakened the same way all of heine's abilities are, yet still an unwelcome voice. ]


Shut up. [ muttered and barely audible, the words directed to the spectre in his periphery.

there's a split-second pause, one hundred thousand thoughts jockeying for space in heine's mind. underneath the sick echo of einstürzen's voice vanessa had spoken without judgment. like she knows him (which pisses him off), but also like she knows him (which is some fucked-up kind of relief).

he imagines for a second that vanessa really is one of einstürzen's avatars, trying to play with him. heine is without his guns, sure, but he's always been brute force stronger than his so-called "mother." if not for her mutts he could rip her in half. he will, if this goes badly. ]


"Witnessed" is too many steps removed. [ there's an edge to his voice that almost sounds like a growl, kerberos lurking just below the surface. ] I was born and raised in it.
mollymocks: (06)

[personal profile] mollymocks 2023-07-04 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ One of Molly's eyebrows lifts slightly--supremacy over humanity is a hell of a thing to drop with no context--but he busies himself with shuffling the deck a few more times rather than following it up. That can come later. Now it's time for the show.

He sets the deck down again and gestures to her. ]


Cut, please.

[ And while that's happening, he takes a good moment to study her. ]

Have a lot going on, hm?
matermali: (153)

[personal profile] matermali 2023-07-04 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Quite a familiar theme, it seems to be, especially to Vanessa. She has no judgment to offer—only a tacit understanding. Everyone had their sins and their secrets. Not everyone chose to atone. She cannot even say that is what she's doing anymore. Her path has treaded somewhere darker still, where atonement is a mockery.

Such understanding makes it easier to smile (only a bit) for him, though it has yet to fully reach her eyes. ]


Is that so? I wonder what manner of things do you protest? If one were to set aside the trifling matter of being kept here against one's will, that is.
odasaku: (53)

[personal profile] odasaku 2023-07-04 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
...?

[ what...?

sakunosuke's back straightens as he realizes the sight that's before his eyes. in a way, a part of his brain knows that something is wrong, the same way that one can instinctively tell when the furniture has been shifted to a few centimeters to the side. the man looks ahead at the bandaged man in front of him, and immediately he knows that something is not wrong. this is not the man that he met in the lupin bar just days ago.

...

his eyes narrow, cold and sharp. the nickname is grating to his ears, like a bad memory that he would like to wash away. ]


I can't believe it. [ he sighs. ] And here I thought that man was trying to use an underhanded trick that whole time. [ ........ ] Could you be the Dazai that he was talking about?
mollymocks: (01)

[personal profile] mollymocks 2023-07-04 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And that instantly gets a blindingly bright grin full of sharp teeth. Oh, something familiar. How nice. ]

You know, I think you might be the first so far to notice.

[ Well, to use the right word, but details. Pity he can't return the favor, but he's certainly seen stranger. ]

I don't suppose you're from Exandria? [ Slim chance, maybe, but still a chance. ]
kampfgeist: (thinking | hol up wait a minute)

me, thinking i'm the last human alive to remember dogs; you, an angel from the heavens 🙏🙏🙏

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-07-04 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ badou with his thing about being underground; heine with his thing about always trying to get further underground. what a pair. unfortunately, or fortunately depending on perspective, there doesn't seem to be much of an underground to find, at least not outside the train tunnels themselves. heine's still waiting for the other shoe to drop on that front.

and speaking of shoes, heine stubbornly doesn't remove his boots from the table, but unsurprisingly, it turns out not to matter. the cigarettes have the intended effect of distracting badou, and as much as heine hates to admit it there's something weirdly... what, comforting? (fuck, no!) familiar? about this image: him and badou slumped into a shitty couch, badou smoking, heine exasperated.

ah, the ease of routine. heine rolls his eyes so far back he sees the inside of his own skull. ]


This might be the first time. Also hopefully the last. [ he pointedly crosses one foot over the other. another good thing about badou being here: heine can finally let himself relax a couple of microns from the thermonuclear stress levels he's been maintaining thus far. their relationship is hard to define on a good day, but heine can count the number of people he trusts on, like, two fingers, and badou nails is among the blessed few. ]

Explored any? [ a beat. ] Seen any other familiar faces?
odasaku: (56)

[personal profile] odasaku 2023-07-04 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Not my first, but I could be rusty. I don't have much chance to do this sort of thing.

[ he cups his chin, shrugging nonchalantly. the detective agency is always busy and thus he doesn't often have chance to actually enjoy himself with things like bowling or karaoke, as much as he would like to.

he glances at the balls, and then at the newcomer ]


Wanna try?
odasaku: (32)

[personal profile] odasaku 2023-07-04 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Not blaming. Assessing. I might feel bad if I blame something that doesn't have any fault.

[ is he... joking? or is he fully serious? with his expression, it could go either way. ]

It could be that. I could just be rusty. I'm not sure.
spectreless: (volume of forgotten lore—)

[personal profile] spectreless 2023-07-04 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Damn it.

[ A curse just under her breath. Looks like this marker is also a no-go. Evidently, she's unlikely to be getting the answers she's looking for. The situation has her face pinching in displeasure while she gesticulates that frustration at the grave with a hand. The dry sarcasm on the other hand is all for the man using it as a perch. ]

Really, assuming you don't have any more pressing matters to attend to it's quite the marvelous vacation locale.
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[personal profile] nullificates 2023-07-04 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
... Who is he ? Odasaku-- how are you alive ? ... Do you not remember me at all?

(the feeling is mutual. oda's expression had never looked like that to him. aloof, however, affectionate, warm, and it feels just as wrong to dazai as it feels to oda.

disorienting doesn't cover it. it feels much like someone crumbled the earth beneath dazai's feet, and the person who holds his hand from the abyss doesn't look at him the same as he had always done.

is he angry that dazai couldn't stop him...?)