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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 ]
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[ "Ours," says Yi Sang. He thinks he might like the sound of that word. He might even get used to it.
Placing shards of glass within a picture frame is already an unorthodox thing to do. Compounding the item's originality is the fact that the glass had been fractured, splintering into several different pieces. It's unlikely that anyone else would be able to replicate the shape of each broken shard.
He'd been the catalyst for scattering the glass. Hong Lu is the one who assisted in arranging the pieces and determined where to ultimately hang the frame. It's an item that's been irrevocably molded by both of their hands.
He nods. ]
I do. I never did fully grasp the appeal of decorating one's walls, until now.
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I've never decorated a wall, until now. [ he says, with a wistful little lilt. because those walls in the estate had been his and hadn't been his. not really. they were decorated for him, and he lived within them, and for the longest time, he had thought that enough.
it makes him think, what else can the two of them do, now that they have the time to do it? it's really something to think about. he turns to yi sang. ]
Shall we do it more often, then? There's still quite a bit of wall to fill in. There are four walls in every room. Even if they're a bit small, it'll be nice to have things on them, right?
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[ Yi Sang never had much interest in decorating the place he'd called home in T Corp. It never really felt like home, and it didn't seem like hanging items on the walls would make it feel any better. Nor were there many decorations mounted on the walls at the workshop. Wall real estate was precious there, as the walls were better used to pin up blueprints and schematics as opposed to things like pictures.
Once again, Yi Sang falls back into thought. Although the apartment only has the basics as far as rooms, it's more than enough space for the two of them to call their own. Hong Lu finds the walls a bit small. They must be, Yi Sang thinks to himself, given that the entire apartment is the size of a single closet to him. ]
Perhaps we shall accumulate items in the future. ...but in the meanwhile, this frame is sufficient. It is a beginning. From here, several possibilities may unfold.
[ And that has always been true. ]
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there is a description here of what it may entail. shopping trips in a world without money, asking questions to understand what can be put in a room, picking out things and moving it in, deciding to discard things when they no longer want it. it's that sort of thing. it must be mundane to someone. but hong lu, who has never seen even a glimpse of his future before, feels his pulse pick up, just a little.
how lovely and grand it must be. ]
... let's do it, then. See where those possibilities lead.