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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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fanstheflames: (That body is a masterpiece)

Tsuruno Yui | Magia Record

[personal profile] fanstheflames 2023-07-01 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A. Arrival ]

[ This? This is perhaps concerning for most people and maybe this teenager is also concerned, given that she definitely has bigger fish to fry and yet she's apparently been kidnapped. Or teleported. Or some other scheme she has yet to envision.

But it doesn't matter, at least not right now. Because you, random person? Why you chose to be in the station is anyone's guess, but tough luck. You are being approached by aforementioned teenager with utter delight on her face and joy in her eyes and a bounce in her step and--you get the picture. ]


A person!! Hello! Kidnapper or victim?

[ Ah. ]


[ B. The East ]

[ Oh, it's this teenager who's been running about again. And this time, she's thoroughly investigating a Chinese restaurant, ducking into the kitchen, ducking out again, looking under tables for some reason. If she realizes she has company--no, whether she realizes or not, she's just grumbling. ]

If some restaurant with invisible people thinks it can outdo Banbanzai, they've got another thing coming to them! Seriously, is this even safe for anyone to eat at? Grandpa would be rolling in his grave...


[ C. Bowling ]

[ Tsuruno seems to have adjusted quickly and possibly forcibly, but it's fine. There are still things to explore and a very interesting bowling alley and she spends a good ten minutes just checking out all of the different bowling balls to determine her favorite color. Eventually, she decides on a sparkly orange one and hefts it up, shooting the person who makes eye contact with her a grin. ]

What do you say? Match winner pays for a meal?

[ Tsuruno, it's free-- ]
icanfixer: (16)

[personal profile] icanfixer 2023-07-01 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
HELLO!!! what would someone find if they chased the shadows they might see behind the machinery of the bowling alley? i'm assuming you mean where the pins get bowled into and such
limbical: (on that feline beat)

daan | fear & hunger

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-01 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
😺 I. arrival

[If Daan had a shilling for every time he woke up on a train that was stuck and no longer moving while trapped in a city that has some probable weird shit going on, he'd have two shillings. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird it's happened twice.

The device he'd woken up with is a new aspect that he doesn't quite understand, but it's something to explore in due time. For now, he exits the train with a long, slow sigh, hands in his pockets. He looks around, frowning and eye narrowed as he takes in the environment.

Completely unfamiliar. Wasn't he just supposed to be leaving Prehevil?]


And what petty god is making demands of people today, I wonder.

[It isn't said as a question. It's said as an expectation.]


😺 II. exploration

[The first place Daan makes his way to is City Hall. After all, that would be the logical thing to get a lay of the land, so to speak. He spends time disappointedly looking through papers and folders, sighing each time as he comes up with nothing; the reaction would probably better suit someone who has been mildly inconvenienced than someone who has been completely displaced from where they once were, to be honest.]

Quite the conundrum. Not even a single indication as to the very name of this city. It is largely vacant, yet there are suggestions of something being in control here, yes?

[Either he's talking to himself, or to you. Hard to say which!]


😺 III. restaurant

[In one of the handful of restaurants in town, Daan is currently making himself comfortable behind the bar counter. He's sorting through bottles with curiosity and an analytical eye.

By the time you come in, he's standing up and pushing his sleeves up.]


Thirsty, maybe?

[He's grabbing for a glass, and tips his head as a way to invite you in closer.]

Perhaps I can help you there. What are you feeling?


😺 IV. wildcard

[make your own prompt if you prefer!]
Edited 2023-07-01 19:16 (UTC)
immortalpoet: (vermillion)

Vergilius | Limbus Company

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-01 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
A. RED EYES TAKE WARNING (anywhere)

[What a wonderful City. What a seemingly pleasant place. A too-perfectly beautiful metropolis, even if its desolate and off-putting. And so on, and so forth. Which is why this new inhabitant seems to be ill-fitting...or maybe perfect?...for this kind of place. You may be walking along, minding your own business, when you will see a vivid glow of red eyes staring out from a darkened area, eerily hanging within a stern, exhausted face.]

[The voice that comes is a deep rasp, as if whoever it is has not spoken in a long time.]


Who are you.

[Though, if this shadow seems to be familiar with you (looking at certain People), he'll heave a sigh.]

What are you doing here?

B. NO CAPITALISM? IN *MY* CITY? (THROWS PHONE DOWN ON THE GROUND) (RESTAURANTS, STORES)

[When Vergilius isn't trudging around like some kind of weird mothman cryptid knockoff with his freaky eyes, he can be found sort of awkwardly standing in a store or restaurant with whatever food he's found, glancing around as if he can spot some wayward worker. He doesn't find any.]

[Whoever is nearby, he turns to, grumbling:]


They're just giving things away? How is this place even run...?

[It feels...wrong. It feels SO wrong.]

C. WILDCARD

[Overall, Vergilius is not the type to approach people willy-nilly and will instead be your local gloomy Mads Mikkelsen expy, but feel free to throw whatever prompt at him!! Be my guest!!]
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Tighnari | Genshin Impact

[personal profile] wreatharrow 2023-07-01 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
( Tourist Center )

[ Tighnari can be found staring at the kiosk. There's a pile of blank pieces of paper snatched up from City Hall and pamphlets.

But he's touching the keys on the kiosk, tail tip twitching in irritation. Even his ears are moving erratically. ]


What a useless contraption.

[ In other words, it doesn't sound like he is getting very far with it. Enough so that Tighnari is sighing and rubbing at his chin. Maybe he just needs a different approach. While not a fan of just asking for answers, everything he's picked out doesn't have ANY information on it whatsoever. Pictures with a few sentences. Pages that are blank. ]

This isn't getting suspicious at all.

( Statue Garden )

[ Fortunately or unfortunately, Tighnari isn't paying attention to the statues at all. So if it looks like someone familiar, he wouldn't take note! Instead he's mumbling to himself with a pencil and a notebook.

Venture closer, and you'll find that he's muttering off information about the ivy. It's composition. Texture of the leaves and vines. Circling around the statue to see where it is, exactly drawing nutrients from.

So you know. Being a nerd.

Until he twirls around and - ]


Don't take another step!

[ Wait why? Why is it not a good idea to take a step closer ( or away for that matter ). ]


( Bowling Alley - Night )

What on -

[ First of all, what is this building even used for? Second of all, what's with the ball and the white objects on the other side? Tighnari has no idea what's going on here. The lights and the dimness don't really bother him. At least it's quiet. ]

What is all of this?


( Wildcard )

[ This is where you throw me something that's not quite in the prompts above and I roll with it! ]
Edited 2023-07-01 21:45 (UTC)
hairsplit: (pic#16180017)

todoroki shouto | my hero academia

[personal profile] hairsplit 2023-07-01 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
STATION SKIPPING.

( there's a sort of eerie silence to the whole place--he's used to train stations that are a little more bustling, full of people and sounds and smells, but this one feels like something that's been hollowed out, quiet and moody and dusty. it's warmer than he expects, at least, enough that he loosens the tie on his school uniform, letting it hang slightly away from the collar of his shirt as he takes slow, careful steps to explore the platform. as far as he can tell, there's no one else there.

peculiar, isn't it? the train is similar to those back home, and yet there's no one else aboard? perplexed, he decides to continue upward, away from the platform itself and into the station proper. there, various shops and storefronts wait with silent introduction, signs posted above their entrances and everything seemingly open, but no one there to greet him.

with a soft breath, he decides to duck into the nearest convenience store--if the weather is anything like back home, it'll be cold outside, and he could do with a hot coffee or something to keep his senses alert. of course, once inside the shop, he realizes he's not alone: standing there, dumbly, he hesitates between the sliding doors and then gives a polite bob of his head. )


Hello. ( a soft, deep greeting, his face its usual blank canvass. ) Do you work here? I'd like to buy a warm drink.

( --a sudden realization, tilting his head. ) ...Does this store take yen?


RESTAURANT HOPPING.

( it's easy enough to find some place to eat, once he's gotten his bearings a little more. the first restaurant that he pops into looks more like a pub than anything else--awkward, he waits at the door, wondering if he'll be turned away. when no one comes to shoo him out, he continues onward, cautiously making his way further inside. there's no telling where he is, or who else might be there with him, after all, but he doesn't seem too concerned with handling himself.

instead, he's intent on listening to the painful twist of his stomach, stubborn in its hunger. a glance at the bar tells him he won't find anything he wants, there, but beyond it, there's the bright fluorescent glow of a kitchen; he tries calling out, a polite excuse me, but no one comes.

rather, when he finally works his way inside the kitchen, there's exactly what his stomach had been craving: a traditional serving of cold soba, set on a tray for ease of carry. surprised--and suspicious--he reaches to pluck the tray up, carrying it in both hands before he heads out of the kitchen.

of course, now there's someone in the restaurant--and now he probably looks like some sort of waiter. embarrassed, he shakes his head a little: )
Ah, it's... This isn't...


APARTMENT HUNTING.

( at this rate, he's just going to get himself killed--or at least accused of foul play.

one of the apartment doors, on floor four, is wide open: inside of it, there are rustling sounds, silverware clinking, a cabinet creaking, another door shutting. the brave, who might be tempted to investigate, or those that worry there's someone nefarious in this city, will probably pursue those sounds, and even the nervous might simply want to discover whatever the hell is making all that racket.

but then again, why are all the apartment doors open? this is the third one that shouto has tried, and the one that he himself has left ajar--he's deeper inside the apartment, the perpetrator making all the racket, gently digging through drawers and dressers and cabinets on the hunt for some sort of indication of the owner of this place. so far, all he's found are strange photos and picture frames: there are no clothes, no extra bed linens, no food, nothing that indicates the type of person staying here.

in any case, he's got himself half-bent into one of the bedroom closets now, rustling around--if someone wants to help him, acknowledge him, or get the jump on him for a fight. )



BOWLING BLUES.

( of all the places in the city, this one may rub him the wrong way the most. it's not even the fact that he's not particularly keen on bowling--he can remember, distinctly, the one time he asked to go when he was little, and the reaction he got from his parents--but more the bright lights and distinct smell of a bowling alley, used shoes and cheap, greasy food abound.

he's considering snagging something to eat and waiting, in the back, to observe and scope out the place more thoroughly--but there's a ghost of a person, shadowed at the back of the bowling lanes. immediately his eyes snap to the sight: he follows the figure, as it goes from lane to lane, disappearing somewhere near the middle. pushing off the seat he'd claimed as his, shouto heads down towards the lanes, ignoring the rules and carefully walking out across the furthest one on the left.

there, at the end of the lane, where the pins are all lined up, he bends over, leaning in to try to get a good look back behind them; he can't see anything but darkness, but certainly anyone else in the bowling alley can see him looking like he's trying to find a way to get back there. )


Hello? Excuse me? ( --or maybe he just looks crazy. )


NETWORK, UN: SHOUTO.

The graveyard, in the park.

Has anyone seen their own name, or someone from their family, written on the gravestones?



OOC / WILDCARD.

( open to wildcards as well, throw anything you want my way! if you'd like to plot something instead, feel free to pm this journal. canon point is ch256, paranormal liberation war arc. )
immortalpoet: (Default)

III

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-01 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Here comes a tall, grey-looking man trudging in, looking like someone had to design a gjinka for "depressed exhaustion". Vergilius stares at the man over the counter with his weirdly vivid red eyes, before heaving a sigh.]

Anything with alcohol, honestly.
plunges: (xiao00013)

b...no murder island, how will they survive this time

[personal profile] plunges 2023-07-01 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Xiao's in the same restaurant as the guy with red eyes, and he's a little occupied with looking at a certain dish on the stove that he recognizes. He's resisting the urge to take it, because seeing the exact dish that he really likes is extremely suspicious – and then the other man speaks, snapping Xiao out of his thoughts.

He turns to look at him.
]

I cannot say. Those who are in charge have yet to show themselves or provide a proper explanation on that front.

[ But he gets the apprehension, truly. ]

We have mostly been left to our own devices.
cashewlater: (63)

cyno | genshin impact

[personal profile] cashewlater 2023-07-01 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
arrival;
[ cyno jerks awake like a bolt of lightning.

he sits up straight, inhaling sharply through his nose, and as he takes in the sudden change of his surroundings, he is silent, and unmoving. he's never seen anything like this before; the dahrian ruins scattered about sumeru are the closest approximation to what he's seeing, but this train isn't in ruins - it's clean and crisp and functioning. the scents are sharp and metallic, very unlike what he's used to, and it immediately makes him feel ill at ease.

the questionnaire on this strange vibrating device certainly doesn't make him feel any better. the questions are.. odd. discomfiting. when the train stops, cyno is quick to stand, reaching for his polearm.. but it isn't there. tension seizes him. being without his weapon - he might as well be stripped naked. cyno's scarlet eyes are sharp, his expression careful and serious as he steps out of the strange vehicle, following the stairs to find.. voices, quiet voices, and people, people who look just as confused and alarmed as he is. ]


.. how long have you been here?


apartments;
[ well, cyno might not be happy to be here, but he is here, and there can be no helping or changing that. he's only human, and he needs a place to sleep.

so, to the apartment block it is. the first room he visited was empty, but.. the vibes were totally off, so to speak, and cyno always trusted his gut, his instincts, so he left it behind. the second door he opens - the room is comfortable, lived-in, feels a better fit than the first, even, though there's still a strangeness in the air. though there has been a strangeness about this entire place, everywhere he has set foot, and there is something oddly.. familiar, about this room. hmm.

he turns to glance behind him, into the corridor, to the person with him, or passing behind him. ]


These rooms are free to take?


cosmic bowling;
[ what... what is this.

cyno knows nothing of bowling, but he does like games, so he's standing aside, arms crossed, observing. he thinks he's getting it together. beginning to understand. ]


Hmm.

[ and, glancing to the pretzel in your hand - ]

What's that?


wildcard;
[ come at me with anything!! i'm happy to play with anything, but shoot me a discord message @ owlfox, or a pm, if you'd like to plot! ]
limbical: (to the cave man days)

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-01 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Damn, dude! Relatable. Daan doesn't look hell of a lot better, but he does at least operate under "pretend to be okay". Suffice it to say, he does give a brief sympathetic glance before he's moving to arrange some bottles.]

Hmm. Well, I suppose I'll just have to go with my specialty.

[Fortunately, Daan doesn't seem to fumble, and works in a way that seems like he's done this sort of thing dozens of times before. He adds a bit of sugar, water, and a decent amount of bourbon to a glass, giving it a generous stir before adding ice. The nice thing about this city at least is that there are fresh enough ingredients to work with, which allows him to add a fresh slice of orange and a cherry to top it off.

The glass is slid to the stranger looking like he needs sleep for about a decade.]


Hopefully that'll take the edge off, hm?
immortalpoet: (Default)

aslkjasldsja NO BEACH JUST CITY

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-01 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
And yet, this place still is able to provide for us, as if it's decided to take up a working position.

[Makes no DAMN SENSE. Compels him, though.]

Hrm. [Now he's peering over Xiao's....I wouldn't say shoulder, since he's much taller than him, but yeah.] What's that.
cooperatively: (pic#14486544)

a;

[personal profile] cooperatively 2023-07-01 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[They only spare Vergilius when he speaks up, perfectly content to ignore the gloomy man lurking in the shadows. It’s none of their business what weirdos in this strangely empty city get up to in their spare time, but hey - if he’s gonna bother speaking up, might as well chat with the guy.]

Depends on why you’re askin’ - if it’s strictly business, you can just call me Kitten.

[Not that there’s a lot of “business” going on here, though.]
limbical: (who knows where it's at)

A

[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-01 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[For a moment, Daan is quiet as he stares down at this girl. Like damn, he's dealt with teenagers before, but this is... some kind of cheeriness he doesn't know what to do with.]

Victim, I suppose.

You're taking this whole thing suspiciously well, I see. Begs the question how you'd handle meeting your kidnapper.
alcazarzaray: (🦚 112)

kaveh ✧ genshin impact

[personal profile] alcazarzaray 2023-07-01 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
tourist centre.
( After an unsuccessful attempt to re-board the train, Kaveh has found himself in the tourist information kiosk in an attempt to try and source any details about this new and strange place that he has arrived in. He can't believe how homesick he feels after spending barely any time outside of Sumeru.

The interactive kiosk has given him no help. The irate blonde man decides to try again to summon any human interaction - leaning over the reception desk, calling out a loud, repeated "Helloooo?" until he decides to give up and withdraw with an annoyed sigh.
)
city park.
( The statue garden has piqued his interest, naturally, as an artist. Kaveh certainly feels the sense of calm washing over him which distracts him from the lingering anxiety he has about his arrival. He can't help but investigate, leaning over to touch one of the statues and dragging some of the ivy away to reveal the caricature's face. There's no sense of danger or fear here - to him, they're very pretty statues. )

True art shouldn't be buried beneath greenery like this ... it should be shown proudly. How could anyone let this overgrow?
office building.
Gods, this is awful!

( What's awful, one may ask? Why, it's none other than the building, of course! Kaveh is an architect - there is nothing that gets his heart thumping quite like intricate building designs and bold interiors. And this office space?! Is the complete opposite of that!

The theatrical blonde man is walking around while wrinkling his nose and dry-heaving, sounding as though he is taking actual psychic damage from being in this room. Yes, he's always this dramatic. Especially about art.
)

I've never seen such an ugly building in all my life! Who would ever commit such a crime against design?! And here I thought the drab houses I designed back home were drab ... but this is next-level dreadful! It's a sin! A crime!
cosmic bowling.
( What is this!! Okay - well, whatever it is, at least it's a lot more aesthetically pleasing than the office space. Kaveh is far more concerned with his appearance and the interior design than he is with the bowling game. )

I'm sorry -- I'm supposed to do what with this? ( He was just admiring the marbled design of the bowling ball in his hands. What is it for? )
wildcard.
( feel free to hmu with anything else!! I'm [plurk.com profile] galarianponyta if you want to poke me there! )
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[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-01 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Kitten?

[Now that makes a huff rumble out of his throat - its a laugh? It's a laugh.]

You sure that name fits you? After all, I don't see any ears or tail, there.
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[personal profile] clockfaced 2023-07-01 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
( dante is minding their own business, which is... well, yes, exactly, what even is their business when they're not being constantly minded and directed and told where to go and what to do? being brought here and suddenly loosed into this barren and empty city instills in them the same sort of overwhelmed fear as an animal raised in captivity being improperly released to the wild. but, on the other hand, what else is new? the only difference dante has really noted so far is that here, not knowing what's going on seems to be the consensus rather than a result of questions going unanswered and information being kept from them. it's still frustrating and frightening, but... maybe they can do something about that?

when vergilius finds them, they are searching through a gift shop near the train station in city center. the thing about vergilius is, despite how immense and threatening he is, he can also be dead silent when he wants to be — so the first indication that dante gets that they're not alone here is the gravelly rasp of his familiar voice.

familiar, yes, but not expected, so they still let out a shrill whistle of alarm as they whirl around to face him as he seems to materialize from nowhere. they place one gloved hand over their suddenly-racing heart, though the other arm seems to have something held in its crook: something... brightly-colored. a notebook? )


< What... > ( they don't even know why they're trying to talk to him... ) < I could ask you the same question! >

( except, based on the City's prerogative of promoting communication between unique and disparate newcomers, there's actually no shadow of a doubt here and now that he would understand them. )
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apartments

[personal profile] wreatharrow 2023-07-01 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There has been something eerie about all of this. From the moment that Tighnari woke up on the train, as others had called it all the way to scoping out the apartment complexes. The city itself is quite empty. Devoid of use... And yet the shelves are stocked. There's fresh food waiting.

Now this. Places where people should be living and yet there's no evidence to suggest that people currently do. Yet, at the same time, no dust. No aging on any of the scant items that they can find. Everything is in good shape.

Maybe that's the part that's ultimately unnerving. ]


I'm not sure. What I do know is that I haven't really heard anything in the building. Nothing that would make me think that people really live here.
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[personal profile] fanstheflames 2023-07-01 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I've been through a lot of crazy things, so the first rule is not to panic!

[ Brightly, holding up a finger as though she's ready to start listing off all the other rules.

... Thankfully, she doesn't. Small favors. ]


But if I met my kidnapper, I would absolutely fight them with all my might. Since you're not, though, nice to meet you! My name's Tsuruno!
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cosmic bowling!

[personal profile] plunges 2023-07-01 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Xiao hadn't meant to pick up the pretzel with intent to eat it. Mostly, he's just curious about the sustenance being provided to them, even if it's not something that looks particularly appetizing to him. He'd meant to put the pretzel down and leave the building – it's far too bright and noisy in here – and then he's asked about the food. He can't be of much help there, sadly. He's just as clueless as Cyno is. ]

I am not sure. ... It seems like some sort of pastry.

[ He'll casually hold it out towards Cyno. ]

Have it. It's yours.
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[personal profile] cooperatively 2023-07-01 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, weird spooky shadow man might have a sense of humor? They weren’t expecting that.]

Decided to leave them at home. Nobody wants to risk gettin’ stuck in a door, you know? I’ve seen it happen to people, and it’s pretty embarrassing for them even if it’s hilarious.

[A beat.]

But if you’re actually curious, it’s a nickname. My parents didn’t decide I should be a furry or whatever the fuck would compel someone to name their kid Kitten.
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[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-07-01 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
...

[The ever-familiar clock-headed Dante. Perhaps it should be a relief, to see a similar....face? Something like that. But whatever he feels, it doesn't reflect on that tight, exhausted face.]

[But when the words hit him, there's.........actually no change in expression. He just stares for a moment, before shrugging.]


...Hm? You're louder now. I guess they really did install some kind of microphone for you. [And a grunt, as he raises his hand to scratch at his neck, glancing around.] I think I just arrived. Was on some kind of train. I wonder if you know anything about that.
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NO BIRDS ONLY CITY NOW

[personal profile] plunges 2023-07-01 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
That's been my concern as well. The city is too prepared for our stay to have been completely abandoned.

[ just because he's a manlet doesn't mean you have to SAY IT

But assuming he's looking at the dish, Xiao's answer is immediate:
]

It is a delicacy I am familiar with: Almond tofu.

[ But it's just...there? On the stove, for the taking... He doesn't like that. ]

So far, none of the food has proven to be harmful. Take it, if you're hungry.
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[personal profile] limbical 2023-07-01 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmm, well. You've got a point.

[Panicking wouldn't help really anyone in this situation, now, would it? And it's not too odd to think something similar has happened to other people before. The world is full of bizarre occurrences.]

Call me Daan.

I don't suppose you remember what you were doing before waking up here? Anything might be a clue.