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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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coolerjunpei: (let's go fuckos)

[personal profile] coolerjunpei 2023-07-07 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Junpei is also an aesthetic nerd although his aesthetic is sneakers and t-shirts, so he looks for one that's... not so heavy, for his noodle arms, but still tries to casually put his hand over the number indicating its weight when he picks it up. Off they go back to the end of the lane, come come, follow him again--]

You get two throws before it's the other guy's turn. Obviously, you want to knock over all the pins...

[A nod, down to the pins, and he situates his grip on the ball in a way he thinks is professional and correct. Hmm.]

Uh, if you can get it to spin a little while it's rolling, that usually knocks over more pins... I'll go first.

[And RNG has given him an even 5, so while his first throw kind of verges off to one side, it doesn't drop pathetically right into the gutter! Wow! He's kind of in shock from this for a second, hold on-] —Ha! You see that? That's what I'm talking about!
thefinalpower: (POWER26)

[personal profile] thefinalpower 2023-07-07 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Power heaves an aggrieved sigh, as if this is just one of many ridiculous problems that she's had to deal with today. ]

Just like a human, to lie so freely. The store and all it contains is mine.

... But since that sandwich is depressing to look at, I suppose I can be generous and allow you to have it.

[ She's squinting suspicously at that sandwich. There's a high chance of lettuce appearing in there somewhere, which is not worth fighting for. ]
morsangel: (Sigh)

[personal profile] morsangel 2023-07-07 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
Hm, only if you want to be.

[ A little—no, actually well-known—fact about Yosano is she loved dressing people up in clothes. After all, she had the best fashion sense out of her associates (self-proclaimed); and often forced them to shop with her, even if was to just hold all her bags...

So, Yosano frowned at the Crane for being so proud and precious. Ruining all her fun. But she wouldn't push the issue, because she did just assulat him. So, she stood up and turned around to give him some space. ]


—Yes, yes. Quite precious. Your squealing and blushing told me that earlier.
fullgauntlet: <user name=michrure> (pic#15640746)

[personal profile] fullgauntlet 2023-07-07 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[It's a secret he hopes to take to his grave. Maybe someday he'll accept that it's just a thing people read and write.]

Oh. Yeah, the internet here isn't exactly as accessible. To say the least.

And... okay. I'll do that. Have you done a lot of commissions before? What else do you usually like to draw?
fullgauntlet: <user name=asdagfsd> (pic#16433800)

[personal profile] fullgauntlet 2023-07-07 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a weird disconnect in the moment between the time that Izuku calls out and Shoto finds his shoulder. He jumps, not out of fear but out of the same usual jumpiness that Izuku always has, when he realizes just who it is that he's found.]

T-Todoroki-kun?! It's you?! You're here?!

[The shock is clear on his face but it's followed by the same confused relief he felt when he found Fumikage and Katsuki too. While he wouldn't want his friends to be caught up in this bizarre situation the sort of ease he also feels knowing his friends are safe and here to work this out with him is almost overwhelming.]

Wh- Staying...? Ah- No I'm not staying here in this apartment, I was only looking around for anything else that might be useful or any other people who might be lost too. I wasn't expecting to run into you but I'm ... I'm glad! Are you alright?!

[His eyes aren't teary... Totally not.]

I arrived on that train a few weeks ago...
elswhisperer: (the tin-plate soldiers)

[personal profile] elswhisperer 2023-07-07 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
It's a lot. I know.

[ And he's never been the best at explaining things, either.

Setsuna was able to roll with the punches as they happened, but he doesn't even know how he'd feel if their positions were reversed and all of this was being dumped on him at once. ]


I can tell you how everyone's been these past few years.
wreatharrow: (ꕥ 55)

[personal profile] wreatharrow 2023-07-07 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
You can't...

[ Tighnari is both shocked and alarmed by this. Immediately he crosses the distance left between himself and Cyno. There's not usually a time where Cyno can't feel it's presence at all but - ]

I know our Visions are essentially duds but I didn't that -

[ He's now worried and putting a hand on Cyno's shoulder. ]

How are you feeling?
torpour: (059)

[personal profile] torpour 2023-07-07 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[nehan tilts his head at heine as they walk, ears turning to face forward. that's... a concern, actually. if you really can't leave the city by land... perhaps the same thing can be said about attempting to leave by air.

not that he's seen a skyship here yet.]


Did you just find yourself walking back the platform? Nothing happened to you while walking?

[nehan is rather sure that the answer would be the former, but it's best to just know, straight from someone with firsthand experience.]
killed: (pic♯15756448)

[personal profile] killed 2023-07-07 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
I've tutored people in the past, but I'm a doctor and a medical researcher by trade... I've always been fond of music though. I learned the piano first and the violin second.
killed: (pic♯16378001)

[personal profile] killed 2023-07-07 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
I see... Yes, they're common in many cultures. They're gravestones. The reason for them can vary, but the most common one is using it as a way of honoring and remembering the dead.
kampfgeist: (thinking | hol up wait a minute)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-07-07 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ heine doesn't think that angelika einstürzen has ever needed to be allowed to do anything. she just does what she wants, skulking about in the shadows underneath the city where—what was it that vanessa had said earlier? where decent people don't look, something like that.

for a moment, heine just blinks at the question. it occurs to him slowly that all the times he's imagined killing her, all the various and sundry ways he's envisioned ripping her limb from limb, he has never imagined a version in which he survives it. ]


...Haven't thought about it. [ he forces himself to, now. a world where einstürzen is dead, truly dead—not just her unholy avatars but the woman herself—and heine is alive. ] Free the others, I guess. Maybe... find a way to destroy what's left of the spine.

[ removing the spine from his own neck would kill him, so heine doesn't go down that path in this particular imagining. ]

I don't think much would be left for me after that. Maybe work.
kampfgeist: (thinking | not too into that)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-07-07 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ heine briefly wonders too, but there's no torrential downpour of fetid water from ceiling nozzles when badou flicks the lighter, so he lets the thought go as soon as it comes. out of some strange impulse, heine had smoked one of the cigarettes when he first arrived—he can't say it granted him great insight into what, exactly, badou likes so much about the experience. ]

Nah, nothing. The longest anyone's been here is about a month... and it sounds like they've just been living. [ no major crises, no imminent threats of death or dismemberment, just... life.

he shrugs. heine already hates that part&mash;never been all that good at sitting still. ]
I guess we'll find out in time.

[ he pushes his chair back and gets up, gathers the dishes to go wash. clown him all you want, badou—this is the least weird thing about this day so far and you know it. heine knows it too, which is why he's okay with ribbing badou right back. ]
eldritchwaifu: (I think that's good too)

[personal profile] eldritchwaifu 2023-07-07 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
A what now?

[ Blink, blink. This sure sounds like new terminology. ]

I dunno. Walking off an abandoned train you woke up in only to find yourself stuck in the city of liminal spaces with only other trapped people and no locals sounds pretty scary to most people. Right?
eldritchwaifu: (I think the subtext in the 2nd season)

[personal profile] eldritchwaifu 2023-07-07 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ She nods and smiles back! This dude seems like okay company! ]

Oh, it's just the world monsters like me live in. We just call it the Monster Realm to distinguish it from the parallel Human Realm. Nothing too special other than that.

[ Zoe, you come from a place where demons from hell go to school with sentient computers and princesses from tyrannical undersea monarchies! ]
eldritchwaifu: Angry (You're on the canon ground)

[personal profile] eldritchwaifu 2023-07-07 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Huh?

[ The eye on her leg glances at him first. Then she turns her head to retort. ]

I'm not spooked! I just... Thought I was seeing things for a moment.

[ Whatever, she's just gonna go on and roll the ball down the lane. It veers off course and knocks out some pins between an end piece and the center. ]

Damn it! That shadow guy threw me off.
horrifictie: game art (the farewell)

[personal profile] horrifictie 2023-07-07 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, if he insists. Harry weighs the ball between both hands and gets into coach mode. ]

Ok, so you have the ball. You have the pins. You need to roll the ball down the lane and knock the pins down. If the ball falls into the gutters on either side, no points. If you hit all the pins, it's a strike. If you hit some of the pins and then clear them next throw, that's a spare.

You *always* want to strike or spare. Anything less than that and you're fucked.
concord_dawned: (neutral)

[personal profile] concord_dawned 2023-07-07 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ From observation, two traits that one might reasonably surmise is that he is both impatient and wary. He searches quickly, movements sharp as he uproots folders and papers, without any visible care that he's adding to the chaos already introduced by the woman's search of the room. Yet, he does this without ever fully turning his back to her, and sometimes stills as if he is listening for something—perhaps danger. ]

No. The only people I've encountered claimed to have come on the train as well.

[ He keeps moving, heading back towards the door now. If all the records rooms here are like this, there's no point in sticking around. ]

Where were you before the train?

[ It's a long shot, but maybe there's a pattern to the people who are being brought here—though, Boba can't think of much he might have in common with this genteel-looking woman. Perhaps the only thing connecting them is bad luck.

...Or good luck, he supposes. As confusing as his presence here might be, he can't say his circumstances were any better prior to his arrival. ]
appendages: (pic#16563267)

i'm sorry, my name bank is limited LMAO

[personal profile] appendages 2023-07-07 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ thankful to be alive. ] That's one way to put it. [ now if only someone else he knows could have been satisfied with just that and choose to live an ordinary life as a human. still, it's a bit of an ironic conclusion considering they're talking over graves.

as far as he knows, this could be seen as completely normal in this society. probably not, but he doesn't seem to mind one way or another. it's not like it impeded in his mission at least. even if this said objective may or may not have been applicable in this place. regardless—
] It's just a thought I had. I believe people are all the more able to live an independent lifestyle. One that doesn't rely on the whims of another person.

It made me wonder why people go through such trials and tribulations not to be alone.

[ but does that truly answer why here or why now? definitely not. ]
appendages: (pic#16563222)

[personal profile] appendages 2023-07-07 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ ruby... these comparisons??

that said, yoshida likely doesn't help his case, nor does he appear especially apologetic. instead, he just seems to give the same sincere consideration he's had all her inquiries thus far.

but, an established link? what an interesting way of thinking.

he wondered what the verdict was through denji's eyes. considering the last time he saw him, he doubts it'd be anything particularly positive. then again, even now he is completely certain if denji even truly comprehended the gravity of the situation. how serioues he was in his ultimatums. but, considering that was neither here nor there, he sticks with the same lackluster response he always had. likely not any less sus, but listen...
]

They're someone I can see anytime. [ he tilts his head. ]

What kind of link would you call that?
morsangel: (pic#16565222)

I LOVE it

[personal profile] morsangel 2023-07-07 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
Hm. [ Considering. Considering. ] Well, I wouldn't know... I've not had a person like that.

[ However, the the whims of another. Yosano guessed she did fall into the category, albeit slightly different. Despite not liking relying on another person, Yosano has had too. And now she's incredibly grateful for the place they've allowed her to build a life in. ]

—Do you have any friends, acquaintances? Because I would do anything for mine, those trials and tribulations... Mind you, it's not so I'm not alone. I think life is quite precious. It should be preserved.
concord_dawned: (neutral)

LOL GOOD

[personal profile] concord_dawned 2023-07-07 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hearing that voice as his fingers trace his father's name on the grave is enough to make Boba's blood run cold for a moment. He freezes, wide eyes darting first towards the sound and finding—a clone. Of course.

Boba exhales through his teeth, hand falling away from the stone. It seems this place has tricked him twice; first with the name on the grave and now with... this. He eyes the clone as he straightens up, noting the older style of his armor and the tree branch in his hand. Had he found the grave, too? For a moment, Boba feels an irrational sense of protectiveness towards it, of not wanting to let the clone look, much less touch the stone, or try to work out the name on it as he himself had just attempted. He has to remind himself that this grave has nothing to do with his father.

Boba would know; he'd buried him.

And so he steps away from the headstone, turning more fully towards the clonetrooper instead. Boba doesn't see a blaster at his side, but the fact that he's fully armored and Boba isn't still makes him a potential threat worth heeding. And that's not even to mention that one of them is now a soldier of the Empire and the other is, technically, one of their newly-escaped prisoners. ]


What do you want?

[ Asked with all the brusque impassivity of any other stranger. Boba's opinion of the clones has improved somewhat since their work on the Jedi purge. Doesn't mean he's prepared to greet this one as a brother. ]
appendages: (pic#16563298)

spoilers-ish - warning just in case anyone sees

[personal profile] appendages 2023-07-07 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
You sure dislike it. [ ah, couldn't he always withhold denji from his cake and coerce him into tanking down this coffee?

the thought of denji's face scrunching up with displeasure wasn't a horrible one, but as always, the other male seems to already be moving beyond his reach. it wasn't exactly an unfamiliar sensation, nor does it stop yoshida from sticking close as he mimics denji's steps; keeping the same amount of distance between them.

he gives an almost wry smile as he watches denji move further in, amused as the other teen boldly takes to the fridge. he supposed it only made sense. while some may have practiced reservation, he guessed it wasn't really a like chainsaw man to hold back. which was exactly what their shared predicament was, wasn't it?

there are a few seconds where he seems to ponder on his reply.
] About living a normal life. [ a pause before he continues. ]

As I said, I want you to come to me for everything. That hasn't changed. [ how helpful, right? even if he's also the one threatening him... it's a precarious balance of two different roles, he'd say, yet they're still somehow the same to him.

but, yoshida can't deny that maybe a part of him wanted to truly see is denji understood their last conversation. if he had actually concluded that nayuta's safety was more important. that his ultimatum worked. that his words got through to him. that his plan was perfect.
]
centile: (18)

[personal profile] centile 2023-07-07 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
[surely other people from japan would have heard of this totally not made up for weird anime shit city. mob nods though, a glance around at the decidedly western seeming area, products, etc.] Probably. I think maybe farther than just distance.

[ominous. apparently not going to expound on that.

robby's words are pretty dire, but they also make a lot of sense. does mob want to think about this being a longterm thing, stuck far away in a place that doesn't feel right at all? no, but it's easy to ignore that for the more practical.

and to regard robby with the thought that this guy seems pretty smart and resourceful. maybe a highschooler or older? mob isn't sure, but he follows to the shelves to look over, hesitantly taking a granola bar of some sort to glance over before looking back to robby.]


Okay. I guess this is an emergency. [kidnapping or curse. he's pretty sure master reigen has said something about taking care of yourself like that. so have a determined middleschooler nodding to himself and starting to look carefully through the snacks, trying to find a balance of not taking things unnecessarily but still having something to fall back on.]
centile: (83)

[personal profile] centile 2023-07-07 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
[see, already dishing out the bowling tips. daan settles firmly in mob's mind as a skilled bowler and he bows his head gratefully.]

I would appreciate it. I um- [he glances over and yup, the bowling ball finally makes it to the end with a thunk. a weird figure jolts behind the pins but mob doesn't react much to that, looking back to daan sheepishly.] It's a little embarrassing.

[but hey, always room to learn, right? enjoy a middle schooler giving you the attentive look of a student ready to learn the Ways Of Bowling, daan.]
appendages: (pic#16563326)

rip anchan....

[personal profile] appendages 2023-07-07 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ but if a problem arises...

there is probably something there in that statement. somewhere, somehow. fortunately, yoshida wasn't the type to overthink the inevitable, or in this case, unavoidable. nor was he the sort of individual to assign a particular level of care in whether he lived or died in the traditional sense. even when they were swallowed up in a devil's ploy, it's not like he was exceedingly concerned by the concept of potentially expiring away. or perhaps, then and now he's simply confident in his ability to push past.
]

That's fine with me, but...

[ since the food seems to just be appearing. ]

Which one is yours?

[ is he stalling? who knows. ]