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reflexio) & you!!
WHAT: November catch-all and obligatory "where tf am I" log
WHERE: Everywhere (Welcome Diner,your an apartment, city park, etc.)
WHEN: Early November
WARNINGS: adjusted as needed
a. diner.
[ Wandering about proves to be fruitless. Instead, Yi Sang retraces his steps to the station.
Only then does he notice the flyers with their bold headlines. "LOST? NEW?" Yes, those two adjectives certainly describe him. He glances at the message posted on the flyer, memorizes the directions printed on it, and follows them to --
He inspects the building before him. Definitely a diner, though he's not sure what he'd expected given the flyer's notation of "The Welcome Diner."
It's difficult to tell whether anyone's inside, but the restaurant gives off a warm vibe. It's just enough of a nudge to encourage him into pushing the door open. After all, a lead is a lead.
...something warm to eat would be nice too. ]
Excuse me. Is this The Welcome Diner?
[ The flyers said it would be The Welcome Diner. The sign outside also reads "THE WELCOME DINER." Ergo, this must be The Welcome Diner, but one can never be too cautious given the bizarre city. ]
b.your an apartment.
[ The first door he'd opened revealed an empty living room. Its white walls and freshly-vacuumed floor are welcoming, but there's something terribly unsettling about the empty room too.
Yi Sang shuts the door to avoid thinking about it too hard.
He leaves the building and tries the one next to it. Just like the previous apartment complex, there's no trace of a soul in the lobby. He wanders to one of its doors, slowly turning the door knob and it's... unlocked?
Perhaps there has been no need to install locks on these apartment doors.
He steps into the living room and, immediately, it's apparent someone lives here, or at the very least, someone had lived here. Should he have knocked? Well, too late for that. He spies a picture frame on the coffee table, lifting it into his hands. There's... nothing in it. Odd.
Something shifts behind him. The sudden noise catches Yi Sang off guard, picture frame slipping through his fingers and shattering on the hardwood floor. ]
...my apologies. The door was unlocked.
[ Which isn't really a proper excuse, but it's the truth. ]
... Do you live here?
c. city park.
[ The expanse of lush green feels a bit out of place compared to all the buildings Yi Sang passed on his way here. And despite all the life contained within the flora, the lack of birds chirping is troubling.
Nevertheless, he's developed an affinity for the park over the past few days. It's peaceful for the most part, allowing him to recount what he's discovered so far: City Hall's record rooms? Empty. Tourist Center? Nothing of note. Greenhouse at the poison garden? Bad. Stuffed full of carnivorous plants.
A bound notebook lies open in his lap, a pen resting in its spine to mark his spot. Yi Sang uses one of his hands to keep the notebook flat. The other one, bandaged a bit haphazardly, rests in his lap.
Perhaps if one were to yell, he would lift his head to see who is calling for him. Otherwise, he appears deep in thought, a pensive frown on his face. ]
d. wildcard.
[ if none of these work, feel free to hmu for something more tailored! A PM is good or you can lmk here o7 ]
reflexio) & you!!WHAT: November catch-all and obligatory "where tf am I" log
WHERE: Everywhere (Welcome Diner,
WHEN: Early November
WARNINGS: adjusted as needed
a. diner.
[ Wandering about proves to be fruitless. Instead, Yi Sang retraces his steps to the station.
Only then does he notice the flyers with their bold headlines. "LOST? NEW?" Yes, those two adjectives certainly describe him. He glances at the message posted on the flyer, memorizes the directions printed on it, and follows them to --
He inspects the building before him. Definitely a diner, though he's not sure what he'd expected given the flyer's notation of "The Welcome Diner."
It's difficult to tell whether anyone's inside, but the restaurant gives off a warm vibe. It's just enough of a nudge to encourage him into pushing the door open. After all, a lead is a lead.
...something warm to eat would be nice too. ]
Excuse me. Is this The Welcome Diner?
[ The flyers said it would be The Welcome Diner. The sign outside also reads "THE WELCOME DINER." Ergo, this must be The Welcome Diner, but one can never be too cautious given the bizarre city. ]
b.
[ The first door he'd opened revealed an empty living room. Its white walls and freshly-vacuumed floor are welcoming, but there's something terribly unsettling about the empty room too.
Yi Sang shuts the door to avoid thinking about it too hard.
He leaves the building and tries the one next to it. Just like the previous apartment complex, there's no trace of a soul in the lobby. He wanders to one of its doors, slowly turning the door knob and it's... unlocked?
Perhaps there has been no need to install locks on these apartment doors.
He steps into the living room and, immediately, it's apparent someone lives here, or at the very least, someone had lived here. Should he have knocked? Well, too late for that. He spies a picture frame on the coffee table, lifting it into his hands. There's... nothing in it. Odd.
Something shifts behind him. The sudden noise catches Yi Sang off guard, picture frame slipping through his fingers and shattering on the hardwood floor. ]
...my apologies. The door was unlocked.
[ Which isn't really a proper excuse, but it's the truth. ]
... Do you live here?
c. city park.
[ The expanse of lush green feels a bit out of place compared to all the buildings Yi Sang passed on his way here. And despite all the life contained within the flora, the lack of birds chirping is troubling.
Nevertheless, he's developed an affinity for the park over the past few days. It's peaceful for the most part, allowing him to recount what he's discovered so far: City Hall's record rooms? Empty. Tourist Center? Nothing of note. Greenhouse at the poison garden? Bad. Stuffed full of carnivorous plants.
A bound notebook lies open in his lap, a pen resting in its spine to mark his spot. Yi Sang uses one of his hands to keep the notebook flat. The other one, bandaged a bit haphazardly, rests in his lap.
Perhaps if one were to yell, he would lift his head to see who is calling for him. Otherwise, he appears deep in thought, a pensive frown on his face. ]
d. wildcard.
[ if none of these work, feel free to hmu for something more tailored! A PM is good or you can lmk here o7 ]
denji..... my csm son.....
Yi Sang observes as Denji crouches next to him. Acknowledging it as the boy's acceptance of his presence, Yi Sang shifts to kneel on the floor before sitting on his heels. After all, if this is Don's boyfriend(???), he would like to get to know him.
He listens quietly to everything the boy has to say about Don. Yes, that all certainly sounds like her. Of course she's managed to find new friends here, he thinks, given her upbeat and unflappable demeanor.
And because he's familiar with Don, Yi Sang thinks the physical protection is likely unnecessary, but... ]
Don Quixote is familiar with combat, though she... can be a sensitive soul. Rarely do I see her without a smile on her face, but I am aware it is impossible for one to be enthusiastic at all times. ...I have attempted to do my best in providing company, yet I am but one person. Thus, it is reassuring that she has you as well.
[ He pauses upon hearing Denji's question. Hm. "Close" could be an accurate adjective, though all things considered, the shift from considering her a companion instead of a colleague has been recent for Yi Sang. After spending so long afraid to open himself up to companionship again, he'd nearly forgotten how nice it could be to have a friend or two. ]
We are colleagues, assigned to the same team. But... I suppose she has treated me with warmth more akin to a friend instead of a mere coworker.