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citylogs2023-12-03 04:47 pm
quitsmoking) wrote in citylogs2023-12-03 04:47 pm
⇀ december [open] post
WHO: shoko (quitsmoking) & y'all
WHAT: lowkey holiday prep and shoko being a loner weirdo
WHERE: the newly opened media store, the diner, the cemetery, and elsewhere
WHEN: early to mid-December
WARNINGS: none for now, but any potential spoilers will be marked
SHOPPING
[ Christmas, admittedly, is not her thing. It hadn't been as a child, growing up in the world of Sorcery, and one fateful Christmas Eve had pretty much cemented that it never would be her thing. (But if she thinks about that day too long, or spares even a fleeting thought to the idea that the anniversary of it is coming up, her facade might, at long last, crack.) But with the weather growing ever chillier, and the City at long last offering something for her to pass the time with, it's only a matter of time before her thoughts drift to gift-giving of their own accord. It doesn't have to have anything to do with Santa or festivities, she tells herself; she's more than allowed to give gifts for giving's sake, grateful to share the curious wealth the City is finally offering in the way of distractions.
Or, perhaps, it's to make her feel a bit better for all but hoarding a copy of nearly everything from the Science section.
Ironically, it isn't Science she's looking for today, as she browses the mahogany shelves for the nth time this week. No, today she's in a far different section—maybe a surprising one, maybe not—perusing the titles with quiet consternation on her face. She's out of her element, no doubt, and the almost empty basket at her arm (currently containing only a pair of partially obscured birthday cards) suggests it's going to be a long visit to the store if she doesn't start pulling books down soon. But instead of pulling, she shifts her weight on her heeled boots and, instead turns to the face that's peeked around the corner at her. ]
"Do you think I could get your opinion on something? I don't exactly read a lot of fiction."
(ooc: feel free to find her in the Horror section, the Romance section, the YA section, or something else entirely!)
STOCKING
[ It isn't the life she envisioned for herself back home, and definitely not what she would have anticipated doing here, but all in all, Shoko's actually growing quite fond of her odd shifts at the community diner. She'd gotten so accustomed to being monitored at all times, that she finds a welcome freedom in being her own boss here. At least, to a certain degree; she does and will continue to run things by those who spearheaded the set-up, but it's nice to feel like she can help tweak organization both behind the bar and in the corner of the back room dedicated to emergency first-aid.
So on random days of the week, you'll find her here, instead of holed up in her own pharmacy in District 1, keeping herself busy one way or another, if only because it passes the time in a way lounging in her seemingly assigned dorm room can't.
In general, she's behind the bar to help greet arrivals new and familiar, in a boldly crisp white blouse that sets her apart from the colorful bottles on the wall behind her. With her sleeves rolled up, one might think that she's just finishing up scrubbing out the ice bin or restocking the glassware. And one might be right. More likely and more often, though, there's a row of glassware on the bar in front of her, a line-up of nearly every sort of glass shape there is, each of them filled with something clear and fizzy, brown over ice, or something else a little more adventurous (though she rarely is). But these aren't free samples—and that much is obvious enough as she carefully sips at each one. Is she taking tasting notes? No, she's probably just bored and too early for a smoke break.
Still, for as unprofessional as it may look, she'll be glad to pour you a glass or maybe even share her personal samples with you (with proper ID, of course). And she'll be more than happy to provide any medical advice or assistance as necessary too—as long as it's health code compliant for the front of house.
And if you don't see her? She's either swearing, audibly, in the back room in frustration at the inventory count, or hauling a dolly full of bandages and gauze wrap through the front door. (And probably also swearing in frustration.) ]
SNACKING
[ A bit of brisk weather isn't enough to put her off of what's almost become a ritual for her since the very week she'd arrived here. Dressed in an expensive-looking wool trench coat and slacks that have little business traversing in the dirt and grass, Shoko persists on her monthly visit to the cemetery in District 1. Each time she goes, she visits a different part of it, growing increasingly familiar with the odd statues and the buffed headstones. Today, with the ground to damp for her usual blanket spread from all the rain they've been having, she settles instead for draping the blanket over a stone bench instead. The weather is only a bit more promising than normal, grey and ominous but just clouds for now, and she's willing to gamble on it as she lays out her lunch.
Are there any others in the City as obsessed with the dead as she is? Probably, though she's kept so covetously to herself that she's not yet had the chance to meet them. And whether your character is as strange as she is and finds her here for their own similar reasons, or they simply happen to be strolling by for a breath of fresh air, or perhaps a little research into what little history there is here, Shoko will look just as serene as ever as she thoughtfully chews through a katsu sandwich and sips a tall boy.
Cemeteries, hospitals, morgues—in so many ways they're of more comfort to her than a bustling pub or a crowded apartment. She likes the quiet and the greenery, but more than that she finds an odd sense of peace in knowing that while this place continues to seem more and more abandoned, there are plenty of places that speak of the lives that once lived here, and died here, seemingly without leaving behind one bit of regret. ]
OOC
back from hiatus and rearin' to go~ want some CR but not feeling the prompts? feel free to wildcard her with something else! if you prefer to brainstorm first, my PMs are always open c:
quitsmoking) & y'allWHAT: lowkey holiday prep and shoko being a loner weirdo
WHERE: the newly opened media store, the diner, the cemetery, and elsewhere
WHEN: early to mid-December
WARNINGS: none for now, but any potential spoilers will be marked
SHOPPING
[ Christmas, admittedly, is not her thing. It hadn't been as a child, growing up in the world of Sorcery, and one fateful Christmas Eve had pretty much cemented that it never would be her thing. (But if she thinks about that day too long, or spares even a fleeting thought to the idea that the anniversary of it is coming up, her facade might, at long last, crack.) But with the weather growing ever chillier, and the City at long last offering something for her to pass the time with, it's only a matter of time before her thoughts drift to gift-giving of their own accord. It doesn't have to have anything to do with Santa or festivities, she tells herself; she's more than allowed to give gifts for giving's sake, grateful to share the curious wealth the City is finally offering in the way of distractions.
Or, perhaps, it's to make her feel a bit better for all but hoarding a copy of nearly everything from the Science section.
Ironically, it isn't Science she's looking for today, as she browses the mahogany shelves for the nth time this week. No, today she's in a far different section—maybe a surprising one, maybe not—perusing the titles with quiet consternation on her face. She's out of her element, no doubt, and the almost empty basket at her arm (currently containing only a pair of partially obscured birthday cards) suggests it's going to be a long visit to the store if she doesn't start pulling books down soon. But instead of pulling, she shifts her weight on her heeled boots and, instead turns to the face that's peeked around the corner at her. ]
"Do you think I could get your opinion on something? I don't exactly read a lot of fiction."
(ooc: feel free to find her in the Horror section, the Romance section, the YA section, or something else entirely!)
STOCKING
[ It isn't the life she envisioned for herself back home, and definitely not what she would have anticipated doing here, but all in all, Shoko's actually growing quite fond of her odd shifts at the community diner. She'd gotten so accustomed to being monitored at all times, that she finds a welcome freedom in being her own boss here. At least, to a certain degree; she does and will continue to run things by those who spearheaded the set-up, but it's nice to feel like she can help tweak organization both behind the bar and in the corner of the back room dedicated to emergency first-aid.
So on random days of the week, you'll find her here, instead of holed up in her own pharmacy in District 1, keeping herself busy one way or another, if only because it passes the time in a way lounging in her seemingly assigned dorm room can't.
In general, she's behind the bar to help greet arrivals new and familiar, in a boldly crisp white blouse that sets her apart from the colorful bottles on the wall behind her. With her sleeves rolled up, one might think that she's just finishing up scrubbing out the ice bin or restocking the glassware. And one might be right. More likely and more often, though, there's a row of glassware on the bar in front of her, a line-up of nearly every sort of glass shape there is, each of them filled with something clear and fizzy, brown over ice, or something else a little more adventurous (though she rarely is). But these aren't free samples—and that much is obvious enough as she carefully sips at each one. Is she taking tasting notes? No, she's probably just bored and too early for a smoke break.
Still, for as unprofessional as it may look, she'll be glad to pour you a glass or maybe even share her personal samples with you (with proper ID, of course). And she'll be more than happy to provide any medical advice or assistance as necessary too—as long as it's health code compliant for the front of house.
And if you don't see her? She's either swearing, audibly, in the back room in frustration at the inventory count, or hauling a dolly full of bandages and gauze wrap through the front door. (And probably also swearing in frustration.) ]
SNACKING
[ A bit of brisk weather isn't enough to put her off of what's almost become a ritual for her since the very week she'd arrived here. Dressed in an expensive-looking wool trench coat and slacks that have little business traversing in the dirt and grass, Shoko persists on her monthly visit to the cemetery in District 1. Each time she goes, she visits a different part of it, growing increasingly familiar with the odd statues and the buffed headstones. Today, with the ground to damp for her usual blanket spread from all the rain they've been having, she settles instead for draping the blanket over a stone bench instead. The weather is only a bit more promising than normal, grey and ominous but just clouds for now, and she's willing to gamble on it as she lays out her lunch.
Are there any others in the City as obsessed with the dead as she is? Probably, though she's kept so covetously to herself that she's not yet had the chance to meet them. And whether your character is as strange as she is and finds her here for their own similar reasons, or they simply happen to be strolling by for a breath of fresh air, or perhaps a little research into what little history there is here, Shoko will look just as serene as ever as she thoughtfully chews through a katsu sandwich and sips a tall boy.
Cemeteries, hospitals, morgues—in so many ways they're of more comfort to her than a bustling pub or a crowded apartment. She likes the quiet and the greenery, but more than that she finds an odd sense of peace in knowing that while this place continues to seem more and more abandoned, there are plenty of places that speak of the lives that once lived here, and died here, seemingly without leaving behind one bit of regret. ]
OOC
back from hiatus and rearin' to go~ want some CR but not feeling the prompts? feel free to wildcard her with something else! if you prefer to brainstorm first, my PMs are always open c: