Robby "major sensei issues" Keene (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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citylogs2024-02-09 07:04 pm
strongroots) wrote in citylogs2024-02-09 07:04 pm
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WHO: Robby Keene & OTA
WHAT: screwing around at the hotel, checking photographs.
WHERE: Hotel, Welcome Diner
WHEN: First half of February
WARNINGS: none for now!
He's sitting at the counter, taking a glance out the window at the rain coming down outside. Says out loud, to whoever's around (especially if they usually come to the diner):
"The number of people is going down. They used to go up to two hundred. Think it's on purpose?"
There's been a lot about malfunctions lately. What purpose is there in bringing so many people in and out, if there isn't a problem?
And he's asking it out loud, a subject that can be taken or ignored--a thought shared, nothing more.
He stops by the hotel, now and then. Towards the end of the day, coming like an epiphany without realisation--just a trigger that spurs him. Into what? Not much, except for a backpack with a sleeping bag, and other miscellaneous pieces. He slings his gear on one of the plump sofas, takes out and starts up a video camera to make sure it works fine.
Easy enough to bump into, if you also happen to come to the hotel for some reason or another. Robby can be found going through the reception desk, as if something new is there to be disappeared, checking through the ornate keys hanging from a hook. Glass bottles from the bar placed along the counter, their labelling not always clearly visible from first glance. A pair of glasses set beside them.
Or are you at the bar? It's a place Robby wanders into, but he won't be found indulging in the drinks. Unless indulging is fucking around with their placement. You know. Because someone here is apparently that bored.
But a more prominent spot he hangs around at are the locked double doors. Slipping wooden food skewers close to the hinges to see if they might break from the door being opened, a message tucked halfway under the doorway, to see if it disappears at all. All which comes after the time when he hovers around it, an iron bar in hand from a garden centre.
It's leading up to halfway through the month when Robby's at the diner.....in handcuffs. But more important to Robby are the photographs he's setting out on the table, photos of photos printed out. Most of them have himself in them, pictures of gatherings, in the midst of talking to someone else or just looking pleased; some even where he's even posed for the photo.
There are others too, prominently featuring Daniel LaRusso: a similar mood, but not related to Robby. He's going through them, that much is obvious, with his gaze down on the collection and a tugged bottom lip as he examines them. A person really thinking hard, here.
Feel free to bother him, or for him to bother you, if you happen to be in the diner and not appearing so busy. "Hey, got a minute? You recognise anyone in these?"
Do you? Or do you happen to be in one of them?
WHAT: screwing around at the hotel, checking photographs.
WHERE: Hotel, Welcome Diner
WHEN: First half of February
WARNINGS: none for now!
WELCOME DINER.Robby's commonly at the diner. He checks the platforms for newcomers just in case, but lately, it's been fairly easy to miss new people. It's fairly easy to miss people who don't come, not like in the earlier days, and it's a good thing (to Robby), but with his phone scrolling through the contacts in one hand, a copy of iteration 9's report, the population chart in view.
He's sitting at the counter, taking a glance out the window at the rain coming down outside. Says out loud, to whoever's around (especially if they usually come to the diner):
"The number of people is going down. They used to go up to two hundred. Think it's on purpose?"
There's been a lot about malfunctions lately. What purpose is there in bringing so many people in and out, if there isn't a problem?
And he's asking it out loud, a subject that can be taken or ignored--a thought shared, nothing more.
HOTEL.
He stops by the hotel, now and then. Towards the end of the day, coming like an epiphany without realisation--just a trigger that spurs him. Into what? Not much, except for a backpack with a sleeping bag, and other miscellaneous pieces. He slings his gear on one of the plump sofas, takes out and starts up a video camera to make sure it works fine.
Easy enough to bump into, if you also happen to come to the hotel for some reason or another. Robby can be found going through the reception desk, as if something new is there to be disappeared, checking through the ornate keys hanging from a hook. Glass bottles from the bar placed along the counter, their labelling not always clearly visible from first glance. A pair of glasses set beside them.
Or are you at the bar? It's a place Robby wanders into, but he won't be found indulging in the drinks. Unless indulging is fucking around with their placement. You know. Because someone here is apparently that bored.
But a more prominent spot he hangs around at are the locked double doors. Slipping wooden food skewers close to the hinges to see if they might break from the door being opened, a message tucked halfway under the doorway, to see if it disappears at all. All which comes after the time when he hovers around it, an iron bar in hand from a garden centre.
WELCOME DINER.
It's leading up to halfway through the month when Robby's at the diner.....in handcuffs. But more important to Robby are the photographs he's setting out on the table, photos of photos printed out. Most of them have himself in them, pictures of gatherings, in the midst of talking to someone else or just looking pleased; some even where he's even posed for the photo.
There are others too, prominently featuring Daniel LaRusso: a similar mood, but not related to Robby. He's going through them, that much is obvious, with his gaze down on the collection and a tugged bottom lip as he examines them. A person really thinking hard, here.
Feel free to bother him, or for him to bother you, if you happen to be in the diner and not appearing so busy. "Hey, got a minute? You recognise anyone in these?"
Do you? Or do you happen to be in one of them?
( suuuppp the third prompt features photos taken from 2 dorm rooms for more context. for more options of bumping into robby, he'll also be going around to the university offices and the science centre offices and just. mucking up file placements on purpose because he can!!! he can also be found still asleep some mornings inside the hotel.... )