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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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possessum: (the light that once was yellow is grey)

[personal profile] possessum 2023-07-05 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Peter has experienced a varietypack of horrors in the past several months of his life, all leading up to.... whatever the fuck happened last night. There's been things he can't explain or understand, events that have led him questioning his sanity (maybe he's ended up Just Like Mom after all), situations with no logical explanation.

But this? This takes the cake, probably. He isn't sure what he's looking at, exactly, eyes roaming all over the visage of the— person? Person-shaped. Something with eyes (too many) and colours that aren't natural for a person (where he comes from, at least).

Monster is the thought that sends his pulse into over-drive. It's hard to breathe, and he's placing one hand up near his throat, fingertips pressing against it.

But there's words. The thing, it sounds like a person. It.... sounds very much like a person. And through Peter's whirlwind panic is the thought that maybe he's fucking hallucinating. Maybe the problem is him; he knows there's something wrong with him.
]

Yes— [ He stumbles through the words, launches into rambling, upset rising within him. ]

I don't— I don't know if this is real. I'm sorry, I don't know if I'm— I don't know what's real.

[ That last line feels like a confession, and his voice cracks like a fissure, crumbles in on itself. ]
Edited 2023-07-05 16:31 (UTC)
wrenchedup: (🔧 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚝)

[personal profile] wrenchedup 2023-07-05 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He shrugged. Honestly he's had worse thrown at him. You know, like fucking bullets and grenades and shit. He's pretty easy to let bygones be bygones particularly when its probably just due to being on edge cause (generic handwave at this place). ] Sure do.

[ Not that he's never been considered unnerving or dangerous but he seemed friendly, the display reflected friendliness. His body language was casual and relaxed as he meandered on up to her and took a seat. Not even gonna ask about the shit scattered around. People deal with crap in their own way, its fine. ] Thanks for the invite. You a roof dweller too, huh? Or just looking to get away for a bit?
unrequite: (05)

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-05 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's about to answer that question before she answers it for him. He still has the can to his mouth as he glances at her, impressed. ]

Was it that obvious? I was good at it. Excellent, actually. Top producer at my club for nearly 20 years.
kampfgeist: (thinking | hol up wait a minute)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-07-05 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ bruh ]

Yeah, that'll do it. Might drive me out too, fuck. [ and heine's been around badou long enough to only be half-joking.

heine's explored a couple of the apartments and found them all the same—stocked, with groceries and clothes and soft furnishings galore, but also completely empty of any signs of actual life. it's for that reason that he feels no compunction whatsoever about setting up shop in this apartment. ]


Eat, or you'll be a bitch later. [ empty stomach isn't as bad as empty nicotine meter, but heine isn't especially interested in putting up with either.

it's good that they reached the same conclusion re: roommate status without having to say it out loud. heine would never ask for company, but he's not stupid either and he knows they're stronger in numbers. trust issues aside, badou is the only person heine's ever known to have his back, and while the danger is different here, he's glad to have a real ally.

badou's claim on the bedroom, however, has heine turning in his seat to regard the couch. it's stupid that it looks nicer than the actual bed heine sleeps on back home, but here we are, hey. he still feels like he needs to argue out of habit. ]
The hell you do!
immortalpoet: (Default)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-05 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm.

Is there a limit to it? That sounds...abnormally powerful.
unrequite: (02)

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-05 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Listen, when one of the scariest, sexiest women you've ever met in your life is drilling you on proper titles and address in a paramilitary unit, you either listen or let your fearboner overtake you. ]

Oh, very important. We're guarding our ideals, you see. Our directives. Don't you have an idea you'd die for?

[ Drunk and extra does not a coherent combination make. ]
possessum: (𝟎𝟖𝟖)

[personal profile] possessum 2023-07-05 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Peter stands there and listens, obedient in a strange way, desperate to have some direction to latch onto — even if he can't be certain any of this is real, even if she's real. It could all just be in his head. Some... torment coming from somewhere, more ghosts he doesn't know really exist or not. Things whisper from up under his skin and he feels sick; he wraps one long arm loosely around his middle, then squeezes himself almost as though seeking comfort by the gesture.

Whether she's in his head or not, the young woman's words are still something to hold onto. And so for now, that's all he can do, nodding a little as she says there's something not quite right about this place, eyes wide.
]

I... I couldn't find anyone before. Empty. [ But he's managed to find his way to something all the same, and the boy's eyes drop back down to the tombstones nearby. He realises that she was watching some, too. Maybe aching over them just as much as himself. He doesn't want to ask, chest feeling tight as he stares to the line of stone. ]

....Is it someone you know? I can't... I can't tell. But it feels like.... [ He's murmuring, words not flowing well, thoughts convoluted. It feels like he should see the names of his family here. ]
wrenchedup: (🔧 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚎)

SOUTHWEST — GRAVEYARD

[personal profile] wrenchedup 2023-07-05 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The first thing Wrench noticed when he looked through the kiosks was the emphasis on graveyards. Considering Skye's vision for Daybreak? Jesus. As much as he hated to think about it, the idea that they were all dead and uploaded into some crazy fucking thing she hadn't finished making yet before he killed her crazy fucking ass had crossed his mind. No doubt he thought this was all a simulation. Their consciousness and genetic coding scanned and uploaded into somewhere. He didn't like the attached 'because they are dead' part of it all but it was something Wrench felt that people needed to consider. Just for the purposes of processing a possible fact.

Still, he'd avoided the forested area. He avoided the graveyards. Days went on, and on, and on, and on. Until this day where he was just drunk enough and just sad enough to take a wander into the very place he'd been avoiding. Rip off the band-aid as it were. He needed to know the truth. That was what it was all about, right? Piecing it all together. Understanding the truth.

He wandered for some time. First, feeling comforted and then... uneasy. The mouth of the forest giving way to rows upon rows upon rows. And then he saw it. He's pretty sure that he saw it. Feet stopped. A hitched breath thinned out. You know... and its weird, because in the face of everything he had done people would often think 'there's a guy who does not care if he lives or dies' but that wasn't true. His entire body stiffened and slightly shaking fingers grappled for a smoke. It wasn't true at all. Wrench was terrified of death. He was terrified of everything, in fact. He just cared about the cause more. But Marcus— Fuck, he just. God dammit he was such an idiot.

Was this real? What was real? Pull yourself together. It took everything in him not to break. Its fine, Wrench's body lurched into movement. A small pace. He knew this was how it was going to end. Its fine. And in this crisis, Wrench just so happened to spot another person nearby. Distraught as well, and for good reasons he'd say. ]


Hey. [ His voice, modulated as it was, quieter than usual. ] Hey, man. [ Just ignore your problems and help someone else. Feet moved forward, cautiously. You know. He knew the way he looked. ] Hey, dude. You good? You need a smoke?
nichocolatine: (pic#10160299)

[personal profile] nichocolatine 2023-07-05 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ heine's protest, however genuine it is, gets interrupted by the loud scraping of the chair against the floor as badou pulls it out with a jerk of his hand. he plops himself down into the seat, already in brighter spirits before even getting a bite of food in him. ]

Too late, already did it. Shoulda gotten here first.

[ it's a foregone conclusion by that point as far as badou's concerned, so he isn't worried as he starts serving himself up some bacon and egg-thing. he finds he still isn't all that hungry, but the motions of eating will help stamp down his lingering restlessness. ]

Didja know there's hot water too? We're practically kings, huh.
unrequite: (10)

「ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ !!!」 

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-05 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Midnight makes a face somewhere between silly and unhinged, grinning, eyes wide. ]

Oh, no, this is how my people initiate their courting ritual. It's not working, is it?

[ He laughs, but when he returns to eating, it switches between normal snacking and animal behavior. He just gets bored with eating, honestly. ]

Has this place been fully explored? Mapped? I didn't take a hard look at the information terminal, but I wouldn't suppose what maps we have are complete.
unrequite: (05)

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-05 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
There is something about entertainment and the spectacle that makes such things much more forgiveable, doesn't it?

[ It's a fair observation. Midnight spots the brightest, flashiest area in close proximity and steers them toward it. Even if it's not bowling, it's bound to be something interesting. ]

After all, if the point is to catch one's eye, one can forgive a bit of excess. Taste only gets you so far.
unrequite: (02)

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-07-05 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Anything to capture that heart of yours, love.

[ He reaches over with both hands, popping it open carefully so as not to stain her gloves. ]

I'm at your service, Miss. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?
luciole: (I have great hair and I love lying.)

[personal profile] luciole 2023-07-05 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Phone number get! She passes her's along to Tsuruno too.]

Well, I suppose I'm technically one back home since we'll switch teams around from time to time... But I think I really like being called one for real.
luciole: (But if you’re here who’s guarding Hades?)

[personal profile] luciole 2023-07-05 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[And without missing a beat she also teases right back.]

I make it a point to keep an air of mystery around myself. That's how I'm so good at my job.

What do you remember doing last in Prehevil before waking up on the subway?
morsangel: (Kiss?)

[personal profile] morsangel 2023-07-05 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, Yosano.

[ She chuckled at his sweet words, how charming. Before taking a rather long drink from the beer. The bitter liquid a promise for reprieve. She might need a few more...

The bottle popped out of her mouth when she was done. She nodded to the man. ]


—Thank you. What was your name?
nomoresharks: (pic#15466300)

[personal profile] nomoresharks 2023-07-05 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes and no. The concept merely houses the information necessary to recreate whatever is held within. The creation itself depends on how well one can manipulate aether, as well as how much is available.

[He gestures to the space around them.]

Here, for example, the aether is [a grimace] either unnaturally thin or unnaturally difficult to perceive. Either way, even those of us who aren't abysmal at aetheric manipulation would be hard pressed to bring even simple concepts into being.

[In an instant, his smile returns, a twinkle in his eyes at some private joke]

And all that is before we get into all the boring, bureaucratic aspects that go into approval.
matermali: (181)

[personal profile] matermali 2023-07-05 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There are circumstances where she would certainly let others take her things, but not today. These people are still too unknown to her, and she does not carry mere trinkets in her bag and pockets.

It's a shame that 'Wyatt Earp' and 'Doc Holliday' don't ring immediate bells for Vanessa, but she has been rather preoccupied for the last decade. ]


What is it that threatens them so?
immortalpoet: (wine)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-05 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[sorry there's just one thing he has to ask]







What the hell is aether.
immortalpoet: (vermillion)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-05 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
......

[Yeah, its not that important. Vergilius has learned the classic survival City mechanism of "it it doesn't pertain to me, don't think about it". Except..."someone like you"?]

Do you know who I am?

[Hm.]

How about you guess. Go on. I won't be offended.
possessum: (𝟎𝟖𝟗)

[personal profile] possessum 2023-07-05 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It isn't blood on the girl's face, he realises. It's... something else. Mud? No... paint? The sight of it intimidates him, the strangeness of it. But everything about this is strange, and he's strange, and so Peter just stays there staring at her, two faces stained.

'No, no one is. Not here.'

They're alone? (Is she even really here, either? Maybe she's just in his head.) The boy stares widely, struggling to work his tongue to continue forming words. It all feels forced, like he's willing someone else's body to move, and it resists him.

He doesn't know how to answer the question. Parts of it come though, but it's all still a nightmarish fog. What happened to him....? Did he get in a fight? Did he do this to himself? (Did something else?)
]

I.... I don't remember. It hurts. [ His mouth sags a bit at one corner; his face feels wrong, and he whimpers slightly. ]

Did someone... hurt you?
gudakesa: (➟ 02.)

the cutest of dategumi...

[personal profile] gudakesa 2023-07-05 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
( the white that blazes in front of him is so bright it feels almost omniscient, as if the devās themselves had arrived to judge him wholly with their overpowering senses. he blinks a few times, almost stunned, and it's that playful voice that pulls him back to reality and away from thinking anything unwise.

arjuna relaxes his stance and tries to give the man a cordial half-smile. "tries" being the important word here since he absolutely, totally fails to do so, the way his thin lips crease being an obvious tell for how unamused he actually is. )


Perhaps.

( he takes a step back. )

Do you make a hobby of startling others from behind?
nomoresharks: (Wanna see my Emet-Selch impression?)

[personal profile] nomoresharks 2023-07-05 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[The record scratch is written all over his face]

...Excuse me?

[And then realization dawns.

Right. Different worlds. His must have a different name for it]


'Tis the energies that make up the world and everything in it, from the ground beneath our feet to our very souls. Different polarities? Six elemental aspects?

[surely this must sound familiar and isn't only a thing in his fantasy universe right?]
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[personal profile] cashewlater 2023-07-05 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Nothing interesting. I was working in my office.

[ nothing strange, nothing that offers him any clue as to what could possibly be going on, here. at least, nothing that leaps out at him right away. he glances toward their many exits. ]

Have you explored any further?
nutkick: (3750025 (4))

to the east

[personal profile] nutkick 2023-07-05 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he’s almost certain yoshida purposely got himself kidnapped just so he could show up in this city; that thought never left his mind the entire time the other guy shadowed him to this restaurant. denji likes to pretend he didn’t have a choice but to be followed post their unexpected reunion, while in reality— he was far too lazy to make an honest attempt to escape. besides, nayuta is not here to impede his freedom, nor does he have the ability to turn into chainsaw man to begin with. yoshida had no authority to follow with his work in a lawless city.

they are not a threat to each other, or that’s what he assumes. ]


Nope. Not me.

[ he snatched the offered payment, regardless, shoving it inside his pocket. it had no meaning in here but who’s dumb enough to say "no" to that?! now, he starts hoarding some free meals for his apartment— starting with the huge cake. he may or may not have pulled a stray shopping cart along for extra support. this is his kinda city, if he’s honest. ]

You can have the mud water.

[ translation: coffee. ]
icanfixer: (29)

[personal profile] icanfixer 2023-07-05 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ and like always, both in recent past and nearer future, don quiets even physically at the mention of the contract; even the point past his shoulder is too close and her gaze finds the ground more comforting as she nods.

yeah, she gets it. this has become entwined now. it really was fun though, while it lasted, she can't deny that. ]


I-I shall be going then, to do so. If thee will excuse me.

[ to search for other faces among the shadows and hope they're familiar, and such... not that she'll move until vergilius dismisses her proper anyway, if only he was the kind of upper management you could go bowling with!!! ]