[Brook steps onto the subway platform barefoot, squinting, and double-wielding smartphones. The one in his right hand is the City-assigned device, recently cleared of its orientation survey and naturally deserving of all the suspicious looks he's shooting it. The phone in his left, however, is protected with a pink, bunny-themed case that matches the whole white rabbit thing he has going on. The frowns he frowns at that one are of a perhaps more worried nature.]
No signal...
[In the end, he pockets the pink one and gives his surroundings a slower, more attentive look around. He'd checked for immediate threats or landmarks, of course, but now he takes in the cleanliness of the place. Its utter, lifeless, well-kempt emptiness.]
Hm. Creepy.
[Brook continues to give the vacant platform a good, long stare, until it's patently clear that nothing is going to happen. Then he scowls over his shoulder at the subway train that still hasn't left. Finally, he heaves a huge, put-upon sigh.]
Fine.
[Up the stairs he goes.]
a. Not All Who Wander Are Lost... But This Guy Sure Is
[He wanders, a pale slip of a thing in no apparent hurry, first through the City Hall station, whose empty storefronts he ignores, and then out into the eastern part of District 1. He chooses not to enter the buildings here, either, even wrinkling his nose in baffled disinterest at some of the enticing aromas wafting from the restaurants. Brook explores none of it, as if, however inviting the City attempts to make itself, he's absolutely positive he's not on the guest list. He just keeps going. And going. And going...
...Right over the borderline between accessible territory and yet-unlocked City. It sets him right back the way he came, of course, but Brook doesn't even seem to notice. He keeps walking, minding his surroundings but clearly not paying enough attention to discern that he's going in circles, because he does it again. And again. And again. For hours, he just keeps walking. This city devoid of people, its lack of gang graffiti and drug deals and piss and blood in the streets, unnerves him, though he hates to admit it. His legs are starting to feel weird, too, but he can't place the sensation. He just keeps walking.
Eventually--and it's well into the twilight hours, ages since he arrived--he stops in the middle of the street and complains:]
It all looks the same.
b. All Hail Lightstalker, Banisher of the Void
text; un: rabbit_ebrooks
have you seen this weird dog?
[Embedded beneath that line of text is a smartphone photo of--a smartphone, held in a pink-gloved hand. The second phone displays a photo of a hairless, wall-eyed cat in a sweater.]
now you have. =:3
this is probly too much to ask, but where can i get a phone charger that fucking works in this place?
c. Get Ojigi with It
[Not entering buildings is getting Brook nowhere, so he finally enters the greenhouse. Since it seems profoundly abandoned, he won't run into anyone else inside, he figures. He takes the left side path to explore.
A short way in, he pauses. Blood isn't an unfamiliar sight--or smell. In fact, he might not have registered the old, brown stains at all, except that he's barefoot. Brook wrinkles his nose as he lifts one foot to inspect the sole.]
What...?
[A plant behind him stirs, opening its "mouth" slowly like a hunter tasting the air. When it lunges, Brook looks more startled than anything as its teeth close around his arm.]
What?!
[He jerks away, tearing the head with its champing maw loose, and stares at his arm as the decapitated flytrap falls away. He's bleeding. It broke skin. What? How?
More rustling. Brook snaps his head up, then bounds away, black bands of energy coiling around his feet and ankles like sports wraps. Even this isn't right, though. He shoots his legs a look like they're failing him, though he's definitely faster than the plants. Even when he vaults noisily over a shelf of pots, knocking several over, he blurts out--]
Why isn't it working?!
d. Choose Your Own Adventure
[Wildcard me! Brook will be wandering all over, not recognizing that he can get hungry and tired now, so he could ostensibly turn up just about anywhere in the unlocked portions of the City. You can reach me at asherdashery or on Discord at asherdashery. I'm still working on permissions/info/icons/keywords for Brook, so please pardon ongoing construction.]
Brook | I'm the Grim Reaper
No signal...
[In the end, he pockets the pink one and gives his surroundings a slower, more attentive look around. He'd checked for immediate threats or landmarks, of course, but now he takes in the cleanliness of the place. Its utter, lifeless, well-kempt emptiness.]
Hm. Creepy.
[Brook continues to give the vacant platform a good, long stare, until it's patently clear that nothing is going to happen. Then he scowls over his shoulder at the subway train that still hasn't left. Finally, he heaves a huge, put-upon sigh.]
Fine.
[Up the stairs he goes.]
a. Not All Who Wander Are Lost... But This Guy Sure Is
[He wanders, a pale slip of a thing in no apparent hurry, first through the City Hall station, whose empty storefronts he ignores, and then out into the eastern part of District 1. He chooses not to enter the buildings here, either, even wrinkling his nose in baffled disinterest at some of the enticing aromas wafting from the restaurants. Brook explores none of it, as if, however inviting the City attempts to make itself, he's absolutely positive he's not on the guest list. He just keeps going. And going. And going...
...Right over the borderline between accessible territory and yet-unlocked City. It sets him right back the way he came, of course, but Brook doesn't even seem to notice. He keeps walking, minding his surroundings but clearly not paying enough attention to discern that he's going in circles, because he does it again. And again. And again. For hours, he just keeps walking. This city devoid of people, its lack of gang graffiti and drug deals and piss and blood in the streets, unnerves him, though he hates to admit it. His legs are starting to feel weird, too, but he can't place the sensation. He just keeps walking.
Eventually--and it's well into the twilight hours, ages since he arrived--he stops in the middle of the street and complains:]
It all looks the same.
b. All Hail Lightstalker, Banisher of the Void
text; un: rabbit_ebrooks
have you seen this weird dog?
[Embedded beneath that line of text is a smartphone photo of--a smartphone, held in a pink-gloved hand. The second phone displays a photo of a hairless, wall-eyed cat in a sweater.]
now you have. =:3
this is probly too much to ask, but where can i get a phone charger that fucking works in this place?
c. Get Ojigi with It
[Not entering buildings is getting Brook nowhere, so he finally enters the greenhouse. Since it seems profoundly abandoned, he won't run into anyone else inside, he figures. He takes the left side path to explore.
A short way in, he pauses. Blood isn't an unfamiliar sight--or smell. In fact, he might not have registered the old, brown stains at all, except that he's barefoot. Brook wrinkles his nose as he lifts one foot to inspect the sole.]
What...?
[A plant behind him stirs, opening its "mouth" slowly like a hunter tasting the air. When it lunges, Brook looks more startled than anything as its teeth close around his arm.]
What?!
[He jerks away, tearing the head with its champing maw loose, and stares at his arm as the decapitated flytrap falls away. He's bleeding. It broke skin. What? How?
More rustling. Brook snaps his head up, then bounds away, black bands of energy coiling around his feet and ankles like sports wraps. Even this isn't right, though. He shoots his legs a look like they're failing him, though he's definitely faster than the plants. Even when he vaults noisily over a shelf of pots, knocking several over, he blurts out--]
Why isn't it working?!
d. Choose Your Own Adventure
[Wildcard me! Brook will be wandering all over, not recognizing that he can get hungry and tired now, so he could ostensibly turn up just about anywhere in the unlocked portions of the City. You can reach me at