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.... )
FOR VANESSA IVES & DANIEL LARUSSO. (january)
Dancing has been promised, and Robby likes to keep his promises. It's mindless, in a sense, nothing serious like their situation actually is; and while Robby doesn't know if he really like likes dancing, it's fun enough for him to go through with this. Drag another person in.
Maybe it's the bizarre normality of it that makes Robby go along with it. He seems to get into these things, when it comes to Miss Ives.
It's easy to find a good space for their get-together, the more meditative gym spaces having enough room for more than even three. Robby's got a CD player set up long before the actual day he sets for them to come up, a stack of CDs beside it that he's gone through. Some music which he shared with Mister LaRusso himself to, you know, find out his dancing qualifications in his apartment.
(A pretty fun visit, in Robby's opinion.)
But as for the day of their meeting, they can wander in as they like, and find Robby at a small table and on a seat, music already coming for the laptop he's messing with there. Is he jumping through Backstreet Boy-esque music to find if there's dancing in the video?? He sure is.
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Either way, he definitely is glancing around to spot whether or not Vanessa is already there, and once he's sure the woman isn't, he approaches Robby with a more honest - read: reluctant - look on his face than he would've done if she had been there. He doesn't want to make Vanessa feel bad, after all, even if Daniel still feels very worried about all of this..
"I still can't believe you're making me do this."
Just saying, Robby. Just saying! Why does he have to be so weak to you!
science center offices
On one such occasion, in the midst of inspecting the Science Discovery Center's offices once more, he catches sight of Robby rearranging files. There is, he assumes, specific intent behind it.
"Greetings, Robby. Would you like me to join in?"
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But that
jumpstartling. Robby's head snaps up, looking at the guy, before he mutters out a small 'shit' and takes in a breath."Uh, hey. If you want? I'm looking for anything new." A pause, and his gaze slightly narrowing. "You come here for that too?"
Welcome Diner
It’s empty, it’s haunting, and she had the uncanny sense that this abandoned city was as dead as she was. The rain just made it worst.
Jessica ducked her head and open the closest place she could see. A diner. Inside, an actual person. She opened the door in a rush, and overheard the man talking to himself but had no idea what he’s saying.
“Hello?” Jessica called out, trying to flatten her wet hair and look a little presentable.
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"Hey?" He's definitely trying to see if he recognises her, but-- "What's up?"
She could be a current resident, after all, or she could be looking for something, or someone.
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She tugs on the ends of her red-orange dress, not sure what else to do. “You are, like, the first person I have seen. Why is this place so empty?”
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It's almost bewildering to hear, probably this late at night, but also, Robby doesn't meet every new person that ends up in the city. And with the numbers being low, it's been rarer (and truly, it's that part that's weirder to him than I was in Texas and now I'm not).
"Oh, yeah..." He's slow as he looks around, as if that might materialise what he's looking for, but--nope. "Yeah, sorry, I can talk about that. Um, you want a drink or a sweater? I think there's some in the back; this used to be a clothes shop."
He gets up from the stall as he speaks, a gesture to the coffee machine and towards the counter given. One thing at a time, right?
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Never mind the fact she can’t feel the cold as a vampire, but that’s neither here nor there. She takes up a seat close to him. “I’ve been trying to call the people I was with in Texas, but the phone I got doesn’t match the one I own. I don’t recognize any of the names that are listed there.”
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"Okay, tell me the weirdest thing you're used to? 'Cause what's going on here--it's going to sound crazy." Regardless of his brief hesitation, Robby's rounded the counter to the other side, pausing to look at her on the opposite side. "But everyone in that phone list is everyone here. In the city."
Because that's a clarification that someone really has to make about the population of a city.
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Jessica put her arms on the table, folded. Jessica was doing her best to take it cool, but she’s very frayed. “But I’ll say it, sure. I’m a vampire, I drink blood, which is actually pretty common where I’m from. What is weird is that I show up in an abandoned subway.”
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"It's complicated, but--look, I'll get that sweater first. Okay?"
He'll explain, he means, once he goes around back, do that first so he can actually get to the part she cares about. It takes him about a minute to remember where they got put, but fortunately he remembers quick where to look--the recent rain has given him reason to snatch one for himself before, and so he comes out with a hoodie, gray and plain, and folded as he sits it on the counter separating them.
"I asked 'cause some of us talk about coming from places with magic and vampires, and not all of us are like that. We're here because of some experiment people are running, and it's been going on for over fifty years, over and over. There's no way to Texas, there's no way out of here: we're stuck in a city we can't get out of."
It's not a comfortable explanation, and Robby doubts it'll help immediately, but that's pretty fucking normal for a very abnormal situation.
so sorry for the lateness! RL got to me.
Jessica hasn’t grasped the concept of alternate realities. She’s just glad the guy hasn’t pulled out a cross and yell at her when she revealed she’s a vampire.