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The City ([personal profile] citycenter) wrote in [community profile] citylogs2023-07-01 11:00 am

TDM: JULY 2023





TEST DRIVE MEME

A TRAIN COMES INTO THE STATION.
You wake up on a train.

Your phone is buzzing. It's in your pocket, in your hand, on the seat next to you. It's a normal phone, and you're on a normal train car. One of the lights flickers, a little further down. The world is very quiet. It feels like you're right where you're meant to be. On the phone's surface is a white screen and the words—


WELCOME TO THE CITY. BEGIN ORIENTATION?

▶ YES
▶ NO


Please take a moment to complete your orientation.

Once you're finished, the subway doors slide open to let you out onto the train platform. To your right, the platform continues on and eventually ends; to the left is a set of stairs that will lead you up into the station itself. The platform is quiet, clean, empty—there's no one else around, and the only sounds you can hear are your own footsteps, your own breaths, and the occasional faraway sound of a creaking pipe or rush of air. The train you disembarked will stay there as long as you do, its doors still open, until you finally decide to venture up into this new locale.


As you make your way up the stairs to your left, you find yourself in the belly of City Hall station. The station is large, a sprawling underground mini-metropolis of corridors and storefronts. Here, you may find others like you, freshly-arrived city residents from other realms (or even your own). There is also a subway map, which will give you an idea of the layout of the neighborhood, and ticketing machines, which can currently only be used to buy tickets to a handful of stations located on lines 1, 2, and 9.

If you're hungry or in need of any kind of supplies, there are plenty of storefronts inside the subway station as well—snack stands, convenience stores, restaurants, clothing stores, a pharmacy, and a variety of empty shops that may or may not have ever been in use. Everything is unlocked, and you can take whatever you need.



Characters may stay on the train platform indefinitely, and may re-board and re-disembark from the subway as many times as they like, but the train will not depart nor will the doors close. Once they go up the stairs into the train station, they may hear the train doors closing and the train departing. Another train will not arrive, no matter how long the character waits. Only once they come up the stairs into the station itself may characters encounter their fellow newly-arrived residents and take advantage of what the city has to offer.

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WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD.
The station is located in the city center. It has three major exits that lead to areas of interest in the district, but there are several other smaller exits that lead in other directions around the neighborhood. You are welcome to use any of them, but may find the north, southwest, and east exits to be the most welcoming.
TO THE NORTH
The northern entrance to the station leads up into the sunlight and puts you out in a brickwork plaza. There's a modest building in front of you, three or four stories of stone with a welcoming facade. There's a sign above the entryway—it says City Hall. You may be tempted to explore, if you're interested in learning more about the city and how it functions, but prepare to find yourself disappointed—the folders in the records rooms are full of empty, blank sheets of paper, and the logbooks and balance sheets are similarly devoid of information.


Immediately to the southwest of City Hall, you will find a small building that houses the tourist information kiosk. It looks welcoming, with an inviting glass facade and a sign above the entryway announcing it as the "TOURIST CENTER." It's a humble building with a receptionist's desk on the back wall opposite the entrance, empty magazine shelves lining the side walls, and a few spinning brochure racks full of blank pamphlets. Anyone is welcome to peruse the tourist literature, though they won't offer much information, being primarily filled with pictures of the surrounding area—City Hall, the park, a statue garden, and the surprisingly heavily-featured cemetery. There are a few sentences sprinkled throughout about basic offerings of the city, such as apartment complexes and office buildings, as well as a few maps with the same limited scope as the larger version on the wall behind the receptionist's desk.


The main feature of the tourist center is the interactive kiosk installed dead in the center, right in the middle of a few rows of uncomfortable chairs that fill the small room. It's noticeably in the way of any would-be foot traffic through the tourist center, and something about the technology seems a little more modern than the computer behind the desk or the landline phone on the wall. The kiosk is a tall silver rectangle, about average adult height, and the upper half is a screen welcoming visitors to touch it to activate the kiosk. If you were to touch it, the screen would come to life with simple dialogue inviting visitors to ask it their questions.

However, residents should note that the kiosk is only programmed to assist with exploration within the available areas of the city. It may not be able to answer every question, and tampering with the kiosk may result in unreliable or inaccurate answers!
TO THE SOUTHWEST
The western exit of the station takes you up into a city park, lush and green with a very light fog still hanging about the trees. There are lampposts on the walkways and benches where you could rest, and plenty of flora, although you can neither see nor hear any signs of animal life. You walk the paths that meander idly through the verdant grass and you feel a sense of peace, some of your unease about this place easing into a pleasant calm. The air smells fresh, like it's recently rained, and you'll find the grass ever so slightly damp should you decide to take a seat.


As you make your way deeper into the park, the trees grow denser and the smell of soil and plant life grows stronger. This is the older part of the park, very nearly a forest, with ivy climbing the trunks of the trees and plants and shrubs growing riotously around their bases. As you turn a corner, you find yourself first in the statue garden, although the statues are harder to see now, choked as they are with ivy. There are many statues, some partially obscured, some fully—very few of them still stand free of the vines and clinging roots. (It doesn't feel quite as peaceful here.) If a statue's face looks a little bit familiar, you may not want to look at it too long.

Continue down the path and you will find yourself in a graveyard, one that seems centuries old. Most of the headstones are worn away by time and covered in moss, rendering them impossible to read. The few that are free of moss are blank, or bear only suggestions of names too faint to be understood. (Was that the name of—no, it couldn't have been. Could it?) Many of the headstones stand at an angle or are toppled over completely, having been subjected to either strong winds or the roots of the trees that grow up from some of the graves, spreading branches toward the sky.
TO THE EAST
The final exit of the station, to the east, puts you out on a quiet surface street. Are you hungry? Or are you paralyzed by choice? There are plenty of restaurants, offering options of almost any food you can imagine. You could try a convenience store—it's well stocked, and the items there seem free for the taking. How about a restaurant? There's no one to take your order, but when you look in the kitchen, there's something on the stove, and it's just what you've been craving. Imagine that.


A few blocks down, you come in through the lobby of a tall building and find yourself in a corporate office. The fluorescent lights are steady and unforgiving, and the cubicles and offices are empty. There are a few pieces of paper on desks, a few folders left in organizers, but everything is perfectly blank. Despite how empty and quiet the office is, it nonetheless gives you the feeling that just a few minutes ago, this place was bustling with workers going about their daily business.


You enter another building and find yourself in the lobby of an apartment complex—finally, a place to rest. The first door you try opens easily into a completely empty living room, freshly vacuumed but without a single piece of furniture. It's a nice apartment, quiet, but with a little too much echo for your taste, maybe. Still, and perhaps oddly, you have no trouble envisioning what life here would be like.

The second door you open leads to an apartment that feels lived-in. Why does it feel lived-in? It's fully furnished with items that seem to go together perfectly, true, but the feeling is more than that—the room feels like someone was just here, maybe standing right in the kitchen only moments before you swung the door open. The air is a perfectly comfortable temperature, and it somehow smells like home despite that you've never once set foot here before. The refrigerator is stocked, and the cabinets are full of spices and flatware and kitchen utensils.


As you look around the living room, you find that there are pictures in frames on the walls and some of the flat surfaces—a seascape, a field, a shot of a city park bench. In each of the photos there's something just slightly wrong with the angle, as though the photographer were aiming for a subject that can no longer be seen.



Characters are welcome to explore the district around the City Hall subway station to their heart's content. The City Hall building itself contains several floors of offices and file rooms, but none of them contain any particularly interesting information. Nonetheless, characters may wish to team up with other newcomers and try to find some hints about the nature of the city. They can also spend a while in the park, the statue garden, or the graveyard. In the blocks surrounding the station there are plenty of options for food and housing, as well as office buildings, storefronts, and alleyways to look around. There are no workers in any of the buildings, and there does not seem to be an honor system for payment, nor any consequences for taking food from the stores or setting up camp in an apartment or office building.

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SO A TURKEY WALKS INTO A BOWLING ALLEY...
There's a bowling alley open in the newly-accessible district, and you're invited to come test your mettle!

Walking into the lobby, you're struck by a peculiar combination of scents—shoe polish, floor wax, pretzels and nachos, and something pungent and a little oily. On the wall behind the desk is a shelf full of pair after pair of shoes, in every size you could possibly imagine, and there's a low rack filled with brightly-colored, heavy bowling balls that are ready for the taking. You can also hear the low hum of machinery and the rattle of pins being reset every time someone knocks them down, the bowling alley a well-oiled machine despite the fact that no one seems to be manning it.


You can bowl alone, start a match play (1-v-1), or bowl as a team, but you'll quickly find that bowling is much more fun (and somehow easier) when you're playing with others. Maybe it's because being around other people raises your spirits, but you feel more confident when you step up to bowl, and you find that when you're playing as part of a team, the bowling ball travels faster and in a straighter line, and you seem to be making strikes and spares with much greater frequency. Teamwork really does make the dream work!

If you occasionally see what you think might be the shadow of someone passing behind the machinery at the far end of the lane, don't worry about it—that's probably just your imagination.


If you stop by the bowling alley at night, you will find the place totally transformed. There's a disco ball hanging from the ceiling and brightly-colored lights flashing and dancing around the floor and walls. Any white parts of your clothing glow a delightful blueish color, and you find that you're illuminated in all kinds of interesting shades by the blacklight bulbs glowing in the ceiling. This is cosmic bowling, truly not for the faint of heart!

When you've finished bowling, you may want to stop by the snack area for a pretzel or hot dog, a soda, or—if you're there for cosmic bowling—maybe even a more adult beverage from the food counter on the far end of the building.



There isn't anything especially spooky about the bowling alley—except, of course, being forced to wear shoes that have been worn by a hundred strangers before. Characters are welcome to find their shoe size, grab a bowling ball, and go to town! Characters who come during the day will encounter a normal bowling alley, but they can always come back at night to get the full cosmic bowling experience. There will always be shoes in their sizes, the pins will reset themselves, and the balls will always be returned. Just be careful, those ball chutes can crush your fingers if you're not careful!

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WILDCARD.
The city is by no means small, and there are plenty of things for you to see. There's no rush in exploring, so feel free to take your time looking around and peering into various nooks and crannies and alleyways—and don't worry, you're not very likely to find anything peering back.



If none of the above prompts appeal, feel free to check out the Locations and Maps pages and write your own freestyle prompt using one or many of the available locations.

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cranekin: (pic#15469461)

[personal profile] cranekin 2023-07-08 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
You could say I'm an old sword. (GET IT... because he is a sword spirit... get it?????? Oh, he's so funny and he can't hide the fact that he thinks he's just told a funny little joke that only he gets. He smiles and lets out a small and short giggle to himself.) Heh heh...

Well, I'll leave everything to you, general!

(And he'll even give the dog general a very polite bow. It's the least he can do if he's going to let Gorou do all of the work. He could never get away with this back home. There are too many other spirits who would see through him and bully him into doing his share of the work. But maybe he can get away with it here...)
cranekin: (pic#15469508)

[personal profile] cranekin 2023-07-08 11:49 am (UTC)(link)
Close enough.

(He is unbothered. He is rolling with this. His purpose in life is to be a menace and no stranger is going to stop him now,)

You know. "Take it." When you aren't trying but something good happens anyway... so you don't question it! You just take credit for it!
cranekin: (pic#15469499)

[personal profile] cranekin 2023-07-08 11:56 am (UTC)(link)
Hm? Ah, of course not.

(He waves a hand in the air as if totally brushing that idea away. He isn't surprising anyone here because he's confused or lost--)

Surprises are essential in life. Without surprises, the heart will slowly waste away. (Become complacent, grow bored, stagnate, and waste away leaving nothing but regrets and unfulfilled wishes behind. ) Until this city reveals its secrets... I'll make sure to do my part.

(To keep everyone alive and active eh heh heh.)
cranekin: (pic#15469484)

[personal profile] cranekin 2023-07-08 12:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, poor technique.

(He did not hit a single pin...

He also does not realize how bad Harry is doing. He legitimately does not realize it at all.
)

Were you lucky the first time, perhaps?

(Harry.... do you suck at bowling? He's starting to figure it out maybe.)
cranekin: (pic#15469723)

[personal profile] cranekin 2023-07-08 12:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh? Does that mean you've eaten some of the food here already?

(He covers his mouth, looking... surprised?)

Ah, it might be too late for you, then!
cranekin: (Default)

[personal profile] cranekin 2023-07-08 12:07 pm (UTC)(link)
(He would say "easy" but he's been effectively humbled after the first mishap. He looks down at the lane and the ball in his hands... hm. This suddenly seems much longer now that he's up close. Still, he is a proud crane and he will not run from a challenge!!!!

So he approaches the lane, gets a feel for the ball..... and with one hand, he rolls. Ah, but he lets it go a little too early so it just

bounces on the floor for a second

and rolls...

...slowly...

... practically... crawling... down the lane...

... all momentum... lost...





when it gets to the pins, he manages to hit a single pin off balance just enough to knock it down. He did it. He knocked down one whole pin.
)

...

(He is so embarassed.)

Let me try again.
cranekin: (pic#15474276)

[personal profile] cranekin 2023-07-08 12:20 pm (UTC)(link)
(Matoba writes his name in English while Tsurumaru... lies? Can he lie. If he just writes,

`Sagi.` Heron instead of crane.
)

Ah.

(Just, "ah" because he didn't expect it to work.)

Maybe they're deciding if we're worth eating.
concord_dawned: (neutral)

[personal profile] concord_dawned 2023-07-08 12:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The boy looks wretched. It's not just that he's injured; he looks ill, too, and terrified besides. It makes Boba's skin prickle with apprehension, a sense that something terrible had happened just moments before and he isn't privy to what. He's seen nothing else in the building to indicate a struggle nor indeed anything else of note. Yet here this stranger stands, looking like he's been dragged half to hell and left for dead. It sharpens Boba's focus, makes him even more vigilant than usual. Whatever happened to this boy, he won't let it happen to him. ]

No, [ he answers, stepping back a few paces as he does so. The other boy looks like he's on the verge of blind panic and Boba doesn't want to be within arm's reach if it happens. ] This isn't a dream.

[ Boba doesn't know how to be comforting. Maybe he'd had the instinct once, but something—maybe his time in prison or maybe even the years he spent working for Jabba—have sanded it away. He knows how to be calm, though, calm to the point of frigidity. It's that cold calm he draws upon now, speaking without expression. ]

This place is real and so am I. What's the last thing you remember?
cleansewithfire: (Wishing for a most terrible end)

[personal profile] cleansewithfire 2023-07-08 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh? This is the first time she's been asked this question. Hmmm. ]

...You can call me Sunrise.

[ She says with a nod. If she's being called by her full name, then it's probably because she's in trouble. ]
elswhisperer: (hm)

[personal profile] elswhisperer 2023-07-08 01:08 pm (UTC)(link)
It's the best option.

[ Before leaving the diner, Setsuna opts to wrap up his meal and take it with him. There's no shortage of things to eat here, but wasting perfectly good food still doesn't sit right with him.

"You're the same as ever," Setsuna had said earlier, but was Neil always like this? Burying something dark and miserable beneath a casual veneer?

It's not all that long of a walk to the apartments, but it feels like one. Setsuna can't make small talk to save his life, least of all now.

He opens the door to the apartment he arbitrarily chose as his own. It's on a higher floor, providing a decent vantage point.

It's neither especially small nor large. The furnishings are nondescript. Beyond the handful of clothes he's procured hanging in a closet, there's nothing in here unique to Setsuna; no way to distinguish it from any other apartment in the complex. It hardly looks like anyone even lives here. ]
strongroots: (hoping)

[personal profile] strongroots 2023-07-08 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A test. That's the easiest answer, isn't it? Why else? And Robby knows he would be someone--not entirely unmissed, but down there. Robby Keene was a name on the local TV stations once, and for reasons that'd make him suitable to go missing.

After all: ]


Anyone gonna notice you're gone? [ Well: ] Important. You're not an MP, are you?

[ The MP part is a joke, and that slice of know Robby has for the terms used for British politics (he's running out already), but the point is there. Even if he does admittedly continue to follow it with: ] I don't know why us, but, you take the people most won't notice.

[ Except that's far too simple, isn't it? Why like this? ]
lockingout: (72)

[personal profile] lockingout 2023-07-08 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Normally Neil's the one who rises to the challenge and fills the silence. He's often complained that his companions can't hold a conversation to save their lives, but it's never been particularly difficult to make up for it himself.

Right now, he has absolutely nothing to say. His head feels like it's made of lead. He hasn't hated himself this much since the days right after the attack.

So they walk in silence, and enter the room in silence. It's spooky, not because of how little Setsuna has personalized it but because of the faint remnants of personalization that existed before him. ]


Cozy. More furniture than the rooms on the Ptolemy for sure.
concord_dawned: (Default)

[personal profile] concord_dawned 2023-07-08 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She follows him and Boba makes no move to stop her, though he does find it somewhat surprising. He's aware he doesn't make for the most reassuring figure in his current attire and he doesn't exactly have a winning demeanor, either. Maybe it's just the resounding emptiness of this place that makes even the company of an evident felon preferable to further solitude.

He hasn't heard of London, which means he classifies it for now as a remote Outer Rim territory. ]


I was on Concord Dawn, [ he answers for himself, not bothering to state the obvious that he'd been imprisoned. It goes without saying that he shouldn't be here and not just by his own estimation.

He exits the building back into the brickwork plaza. In front of them is what appears to be a concrete parking garage; to their left, a building labeled 'Tourist Information.' Boba turns and begins to walk towards it, quietly contemplating the odds that it will be just as empty and useless as the City Hall. ]


The pleader said I'd likely be exiled, [ he says suddenly. ] Or executed.

[ He doesn't look at the woman when he says it, but his tone is almost casual. He'd had a good idea of the consequences when he'd committed his crime and a long time to reflect upon them. They've long since ceased to be shocking. ] I take it you don't have as convenient a reason to wake up in an unknown city.
strongroots: (donkey)

[personal profile] strongroots 2023-07-08 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Robby tries for a smile, it doesn't fit, but there's an agreeable moment when Senua agrees and he makes the intention, nods a little with it. At least when he looks around them, there's a better sense of familiarity in the unknown: Robby knows subways, and when he spots what he does, he finds a possible place to start. Points over, his feet readying to move. ]

Let's look at that? We should find a map that says what's around.

[ More than just the train stations--some come with marks for places of interest, and that's what Robby wants to find. He'll start to walk if Senua seems inclined, and luckily, it is a map--and one with markings outside of station names and the such.

Though, even Robby will be squinting at it for a moment, even with someone used to maps. This one is...bare, to say the least. ]
shareofnight: (And read it anew)

[personal profile] shareofnight 2023-07-08 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[At his question as to whether or not she's important, Tessa has to laugh a bit. She doesn't consider herself that important personally, but she's also well aware that people would notice her missing.]

My disappearance won't cause an international crisis, but I do have people who are expecting me back home.

[Her laughter and smile fade as she thinks of Jem, of how close she was to reaching out to him again. Before this place ripped her away. She shakes her head, turning back to her companion.] And you? Are you important, back home?

[He mentions that 'you take the people most won't notice' and Tessa sighs. He's right, of course.] And who's to say that whoever brought us here hasn't...arranged it so that those who might look for us back home wouldn't think of us missing to begin with?
elswhisperer: (you are so distant)

[personal profile] elswhisperer 2023-07-08 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Silence from Lockon feels so off. The atmosphere is all wrong, and for once it's got nothing to do with the city's inherent eeriness. ]

Yeah.

[ There's a couch in the main room, but Setsuna stays standing, unsure of what to do with himself. ]

Lockon, I...

[ He wants to say something, but he's at such a loss.

Abort, try again. ]


What are you thinking, right now?
Edited 2023-07-08 14:53 (UTC)
wrenchedup: (🔧 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚌𝚜)

[personal profile] wrenchedup 2023-07-08 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wrench was expecting a reaction because, you know, didn't take a fucking genius to spot Heine's condition. He was not expecting this kind of reaction and his body did a side-step lean sort of thing before he flicked his attention to the sun for a moment. Was that what he was talking about or like the general fucking sky or some building or fucking what? ] What, that? [ he emphasized his words with a point of his finger toward the sun, he guessed. ] Good question, actually. Uh, I guess it depends on if you believe anything here is real. [ Sorry to get existential again ] but in terms of 'is that a fucking sun' or whatever, yeah. Real enough.

[ If none of this was real than everything was real, right? Some bullshit like that. Anyhow, he was just about to pick up his feet again when they got talking about the whole different timelines thing once more. Sounded like this guy was from far into the future. An 'aaah' filtered through his modulator as one or two things clicked into place. ] You really never seen any of this before? [ This coming with a generic handwave to... everything. But then... wait— his body stopped abruptly. Exclamation marks rang up on his display. ] Whoa, hold on did you say— [ a year that's absurdly long into the future. god bless vague timelines right? ] What's it like?

[ Did they win?? They probably didn't win. Please don't tell him its overwrought with capitalist pigs and data mining corporations... which is very probable. ]
strongroots: (whimsical)

[personal profile] strongroots 2023-07-08 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
No- [ 'Important back home'. There's no rush to the answer, but no hesitation, and it's a little funny to think for him, too. Nothing self-deprecating. He just knows his station. Always has. ] I'm just a normal guy. Heard someone in the family had money, but never met them.

[ Were they even alive? He's only half-sure on the memory, but it's not enough to linger on. Instead, cover-ups are a better focus, though his brow is furrowed for it. ]

I didn't have a reason to leave. ... I hope my dad doesn't think I run off. [ There's reasons to think he wouldn't. But can you make everyone change their mind? Robby tries thinking about it more, but the frown can't leave his face. ] Things were going okay back home--I was patching things up with people. Disappearing us sounds easy, [ a pause, and a look to her, ] --'specially if you were out meeting a friend. People disappear all the time, right?

[ Though Robby doesn't like remembering the thought in the current context (of it involving himself), his voice lacking enthusiasm. ]
blackwaterchild: (32)

[personal profile] blackwaterchild 2023-07-08 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Miu nods along, because yeah, no bunnies! No puppies or kitties or other cute small animal things.]

Yeah, something like that. I mean, it makes it easier to think of it like that instead of alien zoo or kidnapped by the...government or something. [She doesn't know what's happening here, so honestly any guess is as good as another.]
lockingout: (45)

[personal profile] lockingout 2023-07-08 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Neil remains standing as well. He already knows there is nothing satisfying to see in an apartment pre-furnished by the city, but he still spends some time walking around the living room and looking at the uncanny photographs. It's a decent excuse to avoid eye contact, anyway.

Setsuna wants to know what he's thinking and he doesn't know how to answer. His relationship with Celestial Being is steeped in so many white lies, but this is not as simple to brush over. He needs to decide if he wants to cross out the 'white' and just plain lie, or...

He shrugs. ]


Nothing worthwhile, that's for sure.

[ Neither a lie, nor helpful. He wills himself to glance back at Setsuna, looking at him like a concerned puppy. Setsuna, former child soldier... ]

Well, maybe if it's you, you can understand the feeling of everything you've lived for turning out to amount to nothing. Or maybe worse than nothing, depending on who you ask.
meowbel: (Common Song)

[personal profile] meowbel 2023-07-08 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[That was good news. While she knew she could solve this mystery, she would much rather have some people help her out too. Her head was still down but she did look up. As she glanced at his hand, there was a moment of hesitation.

She knew that there were plenty of people whom she could trust, she didn't want a repeat of what happened before...

Still, she took it.]


Then you can call me Mabel! Which is me hopefully being able to be your friend!
wrenchedup: (🔧 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚎)

[personal profile] wrenchedup 2023-07-08 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It was hard for Wrench to walk away from that tombstone. He'd walk. He'd stop. He'd feel his heart bottom out and and throat dry and all he wanted to do was fucking cry. His fingers shoved themselves into his vest and balled deep inside the pockets. This was not a new theory. This wasn't even a new concept. They all knew what could happen. They had lost people before. Nothing about this situation was unexpected. Hell, this could even be fake for all anyone fucking knew. This place itself could be lying to them.

But still.

Wrench feared death so much. For himself, counter to all evidence. Yet it felt like. It felt like he'd rather die than live knowing he could never hear that man's voice ever again. He'd rather be fucking dead. This can't be real. It can't. It can't.

He'd look back and then look forward toward Peter once more and move forward. Focus. Eyes drifted over the broken face; the dread and the sorrow that the other person wore. ]
Yeah. [ It sounded thin even with his voice modulated the way that it was. ] Yeah, dude. Of course.

[ Wrench had become exceptionally great at hiding his anxiety and panic. He leaned into it and let it inform the personality he'd built for himself. It let him be whacky, and wild, and a little bit annoying. Even still there was the slightest shake in his hand as he breathed and pulled out a smoke to offer them. Light and all. ]
nyanxiety: (01)

[personal profile] nyanxiety 2023-07-08 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nansen's face presses up against the window of a coffee shop, squinting inside at the lone blinking light of a coffee machine on behind the counter. In the glass, his reflection quirks into a troubled frown before he turns around and shrugs it back off into a grin.]

Hehe, it's fine, it's fine! As long as there's no people around attacking us, and the place isn't about to close off, I think.... it's fine if we just go at our own pace, right?

[He stops in front of the entryway to an apartment building overlooking the long avenue. Was it this one...? Oh well; even if it's not, maybe it'll be worth exploring.]

[Nansen pokes his head inside the doorway and glances around the foyer, spotting one of those lone buttons on the wall. Not as many blinky lights as before, but... all there is to do is press it!]
Nya. [He jabs enthusiastically, and..]

[Waits...]

[...]

[Ding!]


--Aha!! [He turns to Tsuru and points excitedly as the doors open into another of those strange little rooms. Oh, this one was all metal, instead of the wood from before...] Let's go inside! I bet it'll take us somewhere again.
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[personal profile] isekaiojisan 2023-07-08 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Most do, yes. Or they spend time making themselves look more attractive than they are.

[He still pours over the pamphlet, regardless. Given that it was one of the first official sources of information he's come across so far.]

But yes, I was thinking the same. Another world, so to speak.

[Nothing new for him.]

...But someone, or something had to create all of this.
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[personal profile] worldbent 2023-07-08 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
That's very possible, hm? [He smiles back at Tsuru.] And, how about you? Are you worth eating?

[As for himself. Well, he certainly would be. Lying on these questions seems pointless when many ayakashi can simply tell what he is through smell or feeling, if not by reputation, but it might produce some interesting results, too.]

[If this one was a shikigami or something of the sort, he could find out a lot through not just his answers, but the reactions to his own.]


Haha, well, while we are stuck together and answering these. Why don't we answer together?

What's your occupation? As for myself........... [If he knows, he'll just call him on it, right?] I am a businessman.