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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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kampfgeist: (thinking | thousand-yard stare)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-07-04 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ heine meets vanessa's gaze unflinchingly. there's something about the sharp way she looks at him that seems like she's not just seeing him, and that sets his teeth on edge. not even the others of einstürzen's children had ever been able to see the dog.

but that was a different world, wasn't it? that vanessa doesn't immediately try to rip him limb from limb is promising—not enough so that heine can relax entirely, but he feels the pressure of kerberos fade from the back of his neck and the back of his skull, his hackles lowering again. not without one last parting jab, though: a muttered "still just a stray," and then he's gone.

when she turns away, heine drops his hand, draws in a steadying breath and exhales. wishes he were a little more like badou, his nerves capable of being calmed by a cigarette. ]


I've had my limits tested by worse than this and lived to tell about it. [ fought to live to tell about it, too, tooth and nail quite literally. it's no small amount of blood that has been spilled at heine's hands. ] And it sounds like you have too.

[ whatever vanessa's story is—her thing about the church, lucifer, her knowledge of the dark underbelly of her world—it's not heine's business, and he doesn't ask. he resumes walking, still carrying tension in the set of his shoulders. ]

I think we're gonna be fine.
limbical: (to the cave man days)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-04 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
So you've dealt with the unusual before, I take it. Otherworldly matters and such.

A bit refreshing to know that it isn't being fully denied. It's a first for me to acknowledge other worlds of such nature, but I suppose in a way it isn't surprising.
gradenine: (pic#16478093)

[personal profile] gradenine 2023-07-04 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
And you want to surprise everyone by acting like a ghost because...?

[ there are better ways to do jumpscares, just sayin'. ]

EVEN HOUDINI GOT CAUGHT, BROTHER. I'LL BE WAITING.

[personal profile] blattella 2023-07-04 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
...Mm.

It could be either or. I've been trying to figure out if there's a history to this place, and it's either redacted, or I get no answers at all. But it's hard to say decisively which way the axe falls, thus far.

[But--

then he actually looks over and sees exactly how Midnight's eating that popcorn, and. All that dourness in his expression explodes with a 'phrhtbrhAH' sound. A little wet, a lot surprised, a good dash amused.
]

That how all people with two hands eat popcorn, or are you just making a special effort for me?
wresting: (pic#15939910)

[personal profile] wresting 2023-07-04 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
( ah? )

A true vision? ( is that to say reality or something merely meant to anchor? will she elaborate? ) Do you speak from experience?
limbical: (you can set music back)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-04 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, rest assured, I find myself just as frustrated. City Hall was the first place I checked, but someone is going through quite a bit of effort to ensure we can't determine where we are.

I've heard a variety of theories, but at the end of the day we have nothing concrete yet. Only what we lack, and how limited we are in exploration proper.
cranekin: (pic#15469534)

[personal profile] cranekin 2023-07-04 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah.

( Just “ah” when she explains. Yes, even if he is unfamiliar with his style of fortune telling, he can understand how it works. So this first card is his past and he listens to her explain what it is.

“Hanged man” huh?
)

How ominous.

( He doesn’t sound bothered at all, though. When she reads off her description of the card, he feels like he has an even better idea of how things work. He can’t say he disagrees. The final interpretation may be off but… )

… … …

( He’s quiet, letting the potential meaning sit with him. It’s only for a short moment but it must feel longer for her when he doesn’t say a word and seems to only be thinking to himself. Until, finally, )

Is that so? ( He sounds amused, ) I see.

Are the cards saying I should have acted differently, then?

( Perhaps, he thinks, more selfishly? )
justscribing: (❖ 39)

[personal profile] justscribing 2023-07-04 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Being staged is more likely than printed text disappearing without any evidence left behind. This paper doesn't even look used. [Even though it's a lot of unnecessary details for something staged... if it's all actually real.]
cranekin: (pic#15469817)

[personal profile] cranekin 2023-07-04 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Not quite.

( He doesn’t disagree completely but there is one point he has issue with. He raises a hand, holding it out and motions to the graveyard around them, )

Being forgotten is not the same as being uncared for. Sometimes it just means there is no one around left to remember.

( And a hand stops on a fallen gravestone, )

Someone cared before. ( Tapping the stone with his finger, ) Or else no one would try to save the memory.

( Because there are grave stones, someone cared before. )
gradenine: (pic#16536258)

[personal profile] gradenine 2023-07-04 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ wow, this guy's way of making coffee's even fancier than how chesed would do it, and that guy's a noble with the power of light in his hands. roland's a little speechless when sandalphon serves it up, taking a moment to give the coffee a whiff before picking it up. ]

Thanks. Well... cheers.

[ takes a sip, then his eyes widen. ]

Whoa. This isn't sweet, but it ain't too bitter either. [ takes another ] I could get used to this.
elswhisperer: (hrm)

[personal profile] elswhisperer 2023-07-04 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
It's been a month.

[ And one month later, others arrive just like the first set of captives. Hmm. ]

Why we're here and what we're supposed to do is a mystery we've been trying to solve. The city has no native inhabitants remaining, if there ever were any. There's some kind of intelligence behind the scenes, but they're completely hidden so far. An entire block party was set up in a single night without anyone noticing.

Some people think this is an experiment.
cranekin: (pic#15469817)

[personal profile] cranekin 2023-07-04 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
( Based on his own experiences, he knows this isn’t quite true. It’s easy to erase things from the present if you just go back to the right point in time. Time travel, however, is something he imagines most don’t have experience with and so he keeps this to himself for now. This doesn’t quite feel like a time anomaly either from what he can tell… )

This is quite the stage, then.

( He tilts his head curiously to one side, )

Do you think we’re supposed to be the actors?
nyanxiety: (10)

[personal profile] nyanxiety 2023-07-04 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Nya, nya! Dammed off and stagnant, like a pond!

[See, you understand him, right. Nansen looks very pleased with himself as he follows after, already feeling a little more at-ease since they've left the graveyard. He stretches his arms behind his head and glances around- the streets were so quiet.]

We don't know enough about this place to do much, huh. [Or this time? Whatever it was. This is confusing...] It seems pretty big, so maybe we'll find humans if we keep looking around. Should we split up and look?

...For the time being, I don't wannya have to think about stuff, so I'll let you lead the way! [He stomps in place with a salute.] Captain!
horrifictie: art: <user name=Spesiria site=twitter.com> (holes in the brain)

[personal profile] horrifictie 2023-07-04 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Sure thing. [ He beams, already feeling confident in his skills enough to keep going. ] Just don't feel bad if you lose. I'm a real pro.
justscribing: (❖ 06)

[personal profile] justscribing 2023-07-04 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's as good a lead as any right now, in all honesty. Alhaitham's scouring of the city hasn't turned up much that's useful in uncovering the nature of this place.] I did notice that the plantlife is the only living thing besides us. I haven't even seen an insect.
cranekin: (pic#15469508)

[personal profile] cranekin 2023-07-04 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Now, now, you never know when you may have to throw something heavy at someone.

( In fact, he’s seen exactly how useful being able to aim and throw can be! Something as simple as well aimed rock can take out an enemy general heh heh heh…

… Oh.

He blinks and looks down at the bowling balls, tilting his head very curiously at them. Dimitri had made it look quite easy. Then again, Tsuru doesn’t know Dimitri, despite look like a fancy and noble noodle, is quite strong.

(Could he call Dimitri a nooble? Or a noble麺(men=noodle)? )

(But also, who is Tsuru to judge when he is an actual stick under his robes?)
)

Mhm! ( And he hops down, landing easily on his feet and makes his way over to pick up a ball. ) It seems easy enough.
Edited (My code) 2023-07-04 23:45 (UTC)
justscribing: (❖ 31)

[personal profile] justscribing 2023-07-04 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, that's not what he expected.] Your bodyguard... which is a statue of a cat? Or a cat that can turn into a statue?
horrifictie: game art (Psyche)

[personal profile] horrifictie 2023-07-04 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ AUTHORITY - They fear your name on the streets, as they should. The man with the legendary record. The can opener.
ENDURANCE - Icebreaker.
INLAND EMPIRE - Firewalker.
CONCEPTUALIZATION - Tequila Sunset.
]

Then I have as many powers as I do names! Perfect.
horrifictie: art: <user name=son-of-a-frostgiant site=tumblr.com> (failing at 97%)

[personal profile] horrifictie 2023-07-04 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm more impressed! I'm a heavy-set man, as you experienced first hand. How did you survive?
worldbent: (pic#15943256)

[personal profile] worldbent 2023-07-04 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Letting out a puff of a sigh, Matoba dutifully follows after. If nothing else, this was going to be amusing to watch- far be it for him to go ahead and explain trains to an old ayakashi like this. Especially considering that he didn't know what would come of their surroundings just yet, it could produce some very interesting results.]

[What's the harm in letting it continue a little while?]

[The screech of the breaks continues and the traincars lurch as they carefully step between them. Matoba grabs onto one of the poles and glances down at the placement of the seat he'd painted a character on in the previous car. But it didn't appear here.]

[Then, at least this space was not endless- just inescapable?]


Is there anyone inside of there? [He asks as they approach the cab in the front of the car. There were the quiet, muffled sounds of what might be a radio buzzing from inside, but no distinct voices, no other immediate signs of life.]

[There was a tiny window in the door to look through- with Tsuru ahead of him, Matoba leaves it to him to inspect. Instead, he pinches an ofuda in his sleeve carefully as they approach, just as light filters in through the windows all at once as they pull slowly into a deserted-looking station. It certainly doesn't look familiar, but at least it wasn't a stomach?]


Hoh. We've arrived.
horrifictie: art: <user name=dani-dear site=tumblr.com> (ponder)

[personal profile] horrifictie 2023-07-04 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes!

[ He looks back to the statue trapped in ivy, her sad gaze looking down at both men now. Could she weep, she surely would. ]

This woman is trapped. I'm trying to free her.
cranekin: (pic#15469707)

[personal profile] cranekin 2023-07-04 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
( Oh? He wonders what Gorou means by that…

And the answer to that, Gorou, is a weirdo. Tsuru is weird. Confident, fearless, and just weird.
)

Me? ( He tilts his head to one side curiously and looks up, thinking, ) Running out of things to do.

( As big as it is, there’s only so much to offer when the city is as quiet as it is. A place like this will stagnate if nothing changes. )

If there’s truly nothing here… then all we can do is die slowly.

( Yeah. )
lockingout: (47)

[personal profile] lockingout 2023-07-04 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This is about as creepy as he expected from his own arrival experience and he is not thrilled about it. ]

Great. I get that I'm in no position to complain, but... Yikes.

[ Dying vs living in a weird slowburn horror movie? Right now he's not sure what he'd pick if there had been any actual choice involved. ]

Looks like we'll get to work together once again. After all, you gotta get back home.
horrifictie: art: <user name=MerlinMerIot site=twitter.com> (control center)

[personal profile] horrifictie 2023-07-04 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ HALF LIGHT - Good, good. He *gets* it. You can speak the truth to him without fear of simple-minded disregard. ]

There are 9,853 days remaining. No one believes though. Only when the bombs drop and destroy the world again will they realize.
immortalpoet: (cardinal)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-04 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
No. Where I come from.

[He'll take another sip, sighing deeply.]

This place is too quiet for my liking. The City is far more chaotic.