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Entry tags:
- &world: shehui,
- ace attorney: apollo justice,
- blazblue: hibiki kohaku,
- fate grand order: carmilla,
- fate grand order: ritsuka fujimaru,
- fire emblem (echoes): python,
- god eater 2: julius visconti,
- granblue fantasy: percival,
- granblue fantasy: siegfried,
- guilty gear: jack-o,
- gundam (ibo): mikazuki augus,
- gundam (ibo): orga itsuka,
- jjba: josuke higashikata,
- legend of heroes (tocs): jusis albarea,
- love live: riko sakurauchi,
- love live: ruby kurosawa,
- oc: jun-seo park,
- oc: lapis fathalla,
- oc: valerius reveri,
- persona 5: goro akechi,
- rnw: okuni kumou,
- shootaround: elise,
- shootaround: jörgen,
- tales of berseria: eizen,
- tales of berseria: laphicet,
- tales of berseria: velvet crowe,
- tales of graces: sophie lhant,
- tales of zestiria: edna,
- wakfu: qilby,
- x/1999: keiichi segawa
[JANUARY INTRO LOG | WORLD TWO]
Who: All coven members, especially new folk!
Where: In and around the new world’s apartment building where the coven is staying, as well as the rest of Shehui
When: Day 160
Open/Closed: Open to All
IMPORTANT: While some prompts are newbie exclusive, all characters can tag this intro log!
Where: In and around the new world’s apartment building where the coven is staying, as well as the rest of Shehui
When: Day 160
Open/Closed: Open to All
IMPORTANT: While some prompts are newbie exclusive, all characters can tag this intro log!
How did you get into this building? This apartment room? What the fuck is going on? Let's refer back to this page for a semi in-depth, wow so detailed, explanation of your current situation. You'll also have a letter slipped under your door with some explanation about your whole coven situation, as well as info that explains you have magic now! And yet what kind of magic is conveniently left out. Are you up to speed? Great. Now, here's the question of the hour: what are you going to do about all this?
B ▢ Let's say that hanging out with these people is a little overwhelming...that's fine! There are plenty of things to do in the apartment building without interacting with roomies! There are vending machines to prop up, a leisure floor that contains a totally vacant air hockey table and a nice garden to relax in. C ▢ But ah, there's also venturing outside! Out front is the job board, which is a nice place to hit up if you're looking to add to your currently fat but depleting credit account. The problem is that the jobs are currently disappearing quickly, and those around you aren't giving you such nice looks. This apartment building is a known problem area at this point, and your signet doesn't do anything to settle their fears. |
E ▢ Also because it's the post holiday season, stores are trying to push out the rest of their overstock merch. One item of note that's being peddled quite often is a cell phone. From tiny flip phones to the latest Orange product, cellphones are a necessity in this modern society. Get yours right now and begin texting right away! There are a few social apps that are installed, so you might be lucky enough to connect with another coven member! They also have Redmolar capability, which will automatically allow you to text those with phones in the area. Maybe send some mysterious stranger texts? F ▢ While you're hustling around Shehui, you may realize that the telepathic messages get stronger -- perhaps the new coven members are near? In general, you may be subject to telepathic messages about current Shehui goings on, random thoughts or requests to meet up at so-and-so location. A.K.A. let's utilize that telepathy...it may not last forever! G ▢ Because the week of remembrance is still going on, flowers are littering the streets, though most of them are dead. Bunches of flowers are being sold, and flower fortunes are a popular activity during this part of the holiday. There are fortune tellers on the street who will give you your flower of the year, but it's more fun to have them read with one another! There are digital cards that you can buy that will allow you to read fortunes on the go -- simply tap the screen of the card and your flower will be decided. Not happy with your choice? Too bad! It won't randomize to something different, no matter how hard you try. H ▢ While a lot of Shehui citizens are trying to avoid the coven members like the plague, a small alien child isn't so much concerned with who helps her, just as long as someone does. She accidentally left her house's door open and her five new kittens are suddenly missing! Where are they? Who knows! But she'd certainly like some help looking for them. I ▢ As the day winds down, snow falls on Shehui for the last time this season. The government is getting rid of their supplies that create the festive weather. This is old hat for older coven members, but for newbies? You better enjoy the snow while you can. After an hour or so, it piles up enough to truly be utilized for merriment...this also means that it's pretty easy to get snowed in if you happen to be in a building during the snow fall, which also creates some interactive opportunities. J ▢ Wildcard! How will your character interact with this new and unusual world? |
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[Apollo had made it to his apartment, a little shell-shocked and pushing himself along in a daze. Getting whisked away to some weird, futuristic city was... well, it hadn't quite sunk in yet. It just had to be a dream, right? He had fallen asleep watching old sci-fi shows and this is just what he gets for doing it. That just had to be it. It was that kind of thinking that brought Apollo to the apartment suite, and the room assigned to him, where he had found the letter explaining the existence of the coven. That he had some kind of magic now, after just being told that magic wasn't allowed in this city.
This... had to be a joke. It had to be. All of a sudden, the fact that he had just let himself be lead to this apartment is starting to leave a bad taste in his mouth. Apollo makes it down to the lobby before he realizes that something feels weird about his neck... he has to loosen his tie and undo the top button of his shirt to get at the problem, but he can clearly feel the hard metal of the signet lodged at the base of his throat.
And that's when Apollo starts to panic, with full Chords of Steel level shouting involved.]
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
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[Some time later, Apollo has mostly calmed down. It was partially curiosity that had him venturing outside of the apartment building, but also because he just needed some breathing room to think about this situation he's found himself in now. ... And really, this city didn't seem like all that bad of a place. It was actually kind of nice, when he could make himself forget that he wasn't where he was supposed to be.
It's as Apollo is walking past a bar and grill that he spots a sign advertising their holiday dinner specials. The reminder that food exists is making his stomach growl. Yeah, eating at some point was a good idea. He steps into the restaurant to discover that it's awfully crowded... was there even any seating left?]
J. [Or hit me with something else!]
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but she's never seen him before, so when the echoes of his cry die down, she peeks through one eye. then the other opens and with knitted brows and a simple smile, she responds - it's not helpful, but she has no idea what's going on, so. ]
I do not see a single goat around here so no! But maybe if you would like to see some, there is probably a zoo in town, you would be able to see lots of kids there.
[ ...it's funny. it's really funny, okay? ]
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So really this all could have been a lot worse for him. As it is, Noctis is left rubbing one of his ears before glancing over his shoulder to examine the source of said yell. Those bangs are definitely mystifying, but otherwise, nothing out of the ordinary. Just a normal guy freaking out. ]
Let me guess, new arrival?
[ He wishes he could say it gets better, but no... no, it never does. ]
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Elise's questioning muteness is much more dull when compared to Apollo's enraged scream. Just add it to the list of weird, fucked up shit she's gone through lately. )
What...you mean you didn't ask for this weird, kind of kinky body jewelry? ( Oh yeah, she touched it. She knows. )
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And possibly of this poor guy's bad timing, since after he gets helped on in, Apollo will have no place to sit! Fortunately for him, Prompto's a nice guy, and he glaces over with a grin. ]
Pretty crowded here, huh? You meeting someone in here?
[ May as well ask! ]
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seeing apollo is making me miss playing klavier aaaa
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[ Despite her words however, she's perfectly calm and composed. Perfectly polite and professional. ]
...Your voice was also several decibels louder than recommended. Your vocal capabilities are impressive.
[ Just a note. She nods to herself. ]
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This guy's probably new. That'd explain the freakout, at least. He puts on a polite smile and approaches. ]
Please refrain from shouting. Are you a new arrival?
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[ What's a vending machine? Celica can't tell you that because there's no such thing where she comes from. What she normally does out in the world is break boxes and smash jars to find food, so it should apply the same here, right?
She takes out her sword, ready to smash the vending machine open until she realizes there are some weird numbered buttons on them. She aborts her terrible idea temporarily and begins to press all of them. ]
I see now, this is a puzzle. I must earn this if I wish to eat.
[ beep, boop, beep, boop... ]
There must be some trick to it.
[ Now she's just pressing them slower, with pauses in between. ]
D. (a priestess walks into a bar...)
[ Even if the drinks are cheap or free, Celica doesn't drink any alcohol whatsoever. Instead, she orders herself a soda, which... she also has never experienced before! It's quite sweet and she finds herself sitting at a bar stool, drinking her third glass as the other two empty ones have yet to be taken away.
Should anybody be nearby, Celica will try her hardest to socialize. She has to start making friends if she wants to survive in this world, because nobody from Valentia is going to come to her rescue here (as far as she's aware!). ]
Excuse me... may I recommend a refreshment for you? This here is called "soda" - it's quite tasty!
[ She hiccups! ...Not from being drunk, of course, she just drank 2fast2furious and is now paying for it. ]
E. (selfies galore)
[ SURPRISE BITCHES, Celica has a cellphone!! She may have been swindled out of half of her given allowance, but in her defense, the sales rep was really convincing. She's not sure what she's doing with it, of course, but she seems really fascinated with the selfie feature! The only problem is, every time she takes a photo, she accidentally sends it out to anyone who's nearby. The photos themselves range from Okay to WTF Are You Doing.
Maybe text her to stop??? Or just wrestle the phone out of her hands if you come across her directly on the street. ]
H. (obligatory cats prompt)
[ Celica is tasked with finding five missing kittens. She's not sure which ones belong to the poor child, so what does she do? She's herding twelve of them. Or trying to, at least? It's actually not as easy as it sounds (go figure), and to make matters worse, she's holding up traffic on the streets as she tries to cross while leaving a trail of snacks for eleven cats.
Wait, eleven?!? SHE LOST ONE ALREADY. ]
A-Ah, oh no. Lord Whiskers!
[ ???? ]
Where have you gone...
I. (snowed in)
[ Celica is trapped inside a building with somebody. It's as simple as it gets. Despite having a clumsy start here in Shehui, Celica takes their situation very seriously, and might even start to assume command.
Her demeanor is cold and guarded; not quite showing as much emotion as one would expect at a time like now. ]
This isn't good. How are we doing with supplies?
[ She means food! They might be here for a while. ]
WILDCARD.
[ Celica is pretty much everywhere today, so hit her up with your own scenario if you'd like! ]
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M-Maybe I can help...? What would you like?
[ She's glad that Celica came to the conclusion that sword won't be necessary for this "puzzle", though. ]
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Uh. Hey, mind if I see that...?
[Jörgen will be absolutely relieved to find out it is just soda, but someone bumbling around excitedly, hiccuping, and apparently not well-verse in drinks has his brotherly instincts acting up. Gotta make sure she's not being taken advantage of somehow...!]
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Come on, Prompto, have some restraint.
He's just about to text those words to his friend after maybe the 50th or so photo before stopping short of the task, noticing they're coming from a different source than the usual. On the plus side, this means his friend isn't being creepy. On the down side, who is sending these photos to him...?
Better to think it's just his best friend texting from elsewhere. Who else would text him? ]
Did you get a new phone, Prompto? Don't tell me you dropped your old one in the toilet.
Might want to stop following that girl before she notices, too.
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a safer bet is probably his favorite remote priory priestess is struggling with technology. he isn't even sure she knows how to text, but it's a lot more convenient than tracking her down. ]
Celica?? What are you doing?
[ does she ... does she know ]
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B! i'm little miss late
love (live) isn't always on time
i had to google that reference
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[ Busying himself at work in a local bookstore labeling clearence items and pretending all the fuss about the coven isn't bothering him, Jun doesn't even realize he's broadcasting his thoughts until a little too late and he catches a hint of someone else's. Thankfully, most of it seems pretty standard. Maybe a little off for the attentive? ]
it's been a little slow lately because of the holidays, huh what's even the point of really, it's all a bit too quiet for my tastes never liked being left to my own thoughts—ah? A customer...?
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[ ... it's a little ironic for Jun, but all the dead flowers seem a little too symbolically on point. And even makes him a little melancholy, for a multitude of reasons he would much rather not think about.
To cheer himself up, he decides to go try one of those flower fortunes! Why not, right?
Except for some reason, he finds his own flower even more ironic. Of course, his externally pleased expression betrays none of this. ]
"Forget-me-nots", huh.
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Whaaat? That's some everlasting love stuff, right? That's so romantic! Lucky...
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no you keep it and feel like a badass!! like those only enter if ur over 18 sites you always click that ur old enough
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slides in here 84 years later... h!
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Still, this is not the first time he's been away.]
for roomies
[ Strangely, the only new object that has appeared in Floor 1 Room 3 is a large, white sword. The blade is two metres long altogether, left lying on the floor. Try not to trip on the way in. Touching it would reveal that it's fashioned out of fine-grained wood, and the blade edge is dulled to not injure anyone who touches it. It's also quite heavy, as befitting its size.
Julius himself will find his way to the room near to sundown. If you happen to be inside at the moment, he would greet you with a polite nod. ]
Excuse me, do you stay here?
signets
[ You may also find Julius inspecting one of the posters that have been put up, a slight frown creasing his brow. If you approach him, you will hear a faint sound much like leaves rustling before he turns to face you. ]
What issue do they have against it, I wonder?
[ He is no stranger to being a fugitive, and it never sits well with him - especially in cases of mistaken discrimination. Loath he is to tap into the Singularity's powers, but it seems something necessary right now; for it allows him to absorb the signet into his own body.
His collar already conceals it, but there is no trace of where the signet should have been. Safety first. ]
flowers
[ He can be found kneeling at the side of a snowy road, a bunch of withered flowers in his hand. He frowns, focusing to see if he can get it to take root in his arm - but nothing. It remains lifeless, and a passing wind fragments the blossoms into the air.
Julius sighs, closing his palm and standing up. Being so absorbed in his task means that he has not noticed anyone approach, so he should probably fill up this silence. ]
If there's a recycling facility for these, they should be brought there.
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[ Throw me something and I'll roll with it! If you have met Julius before, he would hit you up over telepathy to check on how you've been doing. We can go from there! ]
voice; dadcard / wildjokes
Julius? Can you hear me? It's Hibiki. Hibiki Kohaku.
IM LAUGHING JSLKFJLDSJKLS
just wanted to warn everybody what to expect to happen here
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flowers!!
IMLAUGHIGSNKLFJDLJFLDSJLKF
WELCOME BACK BFF
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flowers;
hellooo
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signets!
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I MUST PROTECT THIS EGG.
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[The aesthetic is familiar, even if the room isn't... Must be back in Shehui, even if he doesn't really remember...leaving... If he wasn't here now, he might have simply assumed the adventure to be an incredibly vivid dream. Fairly certain he's awake now, though. And hey, this time he's being provided with information that he...sort of already knew! Thanks, popcorn broski.
...Wait.]
My popcorn! Where is it? Aaaaa, oh no... If you're not going to let me have my sister or friends, at least let me have my popcorn!
[you're making him cry, world.]
[ E - been so long since he had internet. ]
WHERE THE MEMES AT
[That's it, nearby phone users, that's all you get.]
[ WILDCARD. ]
[Jörgen's hiding his signet just because...his clothes do that, but he's doing pretty much everything to experience it all, learn the ropes, and search the city for familiar faces.]
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[Assume this is some Shehui Nick Cage-looking dude being employed here instead of the OG Nick.]
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[The apartment feels closed-off, almost - it's obvious people have been living in it, but to someone more used to living alongside nature, it's like there's nothing there at all. It doesn't make it any better that Qilby's lost his ability to sense life-force; with that disconnection, and with the quiet in the apartment, it's easy to feel alone.]
[Whoever is lucky enough to be in 6-1 will find an oddly-dressed older man sitting on the floor with his right arm (on further inspection, his only arm!) held out, focusing very intently on... Something. He counts under his breath - one, two, three in a careful staccato - and looks at his hand expectantly. When that doesn't work, he slumps back on his heels and facepalms.]
It really doesn't work here. [Rude!!.]
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[Sure as anything, though, the powers he's lost have been replaced by something else - that something else being a cacophony of voices between his temples. It takes a moment for him to sort out the streams of voices, filtering them to what's relevant and what's not. Eventually, he's able to ignore others' idle thoughts. (Wryly, he remembers younger years, when he learned how to filter out people's useless thoughts and get to the meat in real conversation. It's different when they're filtering past your ears and directly into your head.)]
[His voice rings out, too, without him intending it to; it's unpracticed, almost staticky, but the fascination shines through regardless.] Ah, so this is the telepathy they were talking about? It's certainly something. [He traces the signet with his finger, poking at the thickened tissue where metal connects to skin. Someone can probably feel that over the link, too.]
[The suspicious look a man on the street gives the signet doesn't escape him, though. A scarf might help, perhaps?]
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[Two feet of snow lay outside the door already, with no signs of stopping.]
[He'd just gone to this bookstore to read, really - to get some sort of hold on this world he's been dumped into. (Of course, he'd bought the book... But only after the shopkeeper told him he had to buy it or leave. Sickening, that someone would gate knowledge behind currency.) When he's had his fill, when he's ready to explore again... The door doesn't open. He pushes once, twice, gives it a hard shove with his good shoulder... Nothing.]
[To the person nearby, with a gentle humor in his voice:] We might be stuck here awhile.
wildcard.
[want to be a party to Qilby finding out he can turn invisible? want to find him getting into trouble?? hit me at
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Huh, he feels he’s seen this man before. He can’t quite pinpoint from where, but there’s something dim and foul about his aura. Removing his reading glasses, he offers a brilliant smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.]
So it seems I might be able to finish this without getting up. [He folds the arms of his glasses in and dips them into his waistcoat pocket, offering Qilby some trace of a sympathetic look]
Shame about your inability to leave, however...You seemed to have been in a bit of a hurry.
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[ if his roommates have the displeasure of being in their room when new arrivals get in, they will find the stiffest, most frigid jusis possible all but barging in. he knocks on the door as a matter of politeness, but he won't wait for the response, and he'll beeline for the door with his plate on it to determine what, exactly, is in his room. he spends a few minutes in there with the door shut, and then he leaves just as quickly as he came ...
his roommates will, at best, receive an icy glare without intervention, but feel free to try to make conversation with him. he's probably not rude enough to outright ignore them ... ! ]
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[ he's had enough lectures to know that possibly the greatest boon of the orbal revolution was the communication network, so he reluctantly ends up in the possession of a cheap, simple cell phone. he is kind of mystified by how it works when his own orbment doesn't at all, and it looks (and functions) a lot differently from the ARCUS, but it can get him in touch with others, and that's valuable.
redmolar seems equal parts annoying and potentially informative. ]
Are any of you familiar with Zemuria?
[ jusis is extremely serious and it's time for obligatory info gathering ]
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[ he certainly looks composed, but considering the wild chain of events leading to being in shehui right now, his mind is racing ... and he has no grasp on telepathy in the first place, and he kind of wants to scream. other unsuspecting individuals may be privy to choice thoughts such as: ]
This is ridiculous. None of this should be remotely possible. Even if it were, why am I the only—
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—festivities are giving me a headache. What kind of hedonistic nightmare—
[ he's a frustrated new arrival occasionally broadcasting his thoughts ... please be patient with him. ]
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[ jusis makes every effort to look like he's not actively looking for cats, but he is keeping an eye out for them. he won't go out of his way, but if he finds one ... or two ... or five, he'd be happy to bring them back to the child. that said, he is not exactly a cat person, so he's crouched down trying to, um, coax a kitten into his arms without getting his face clawed at. ]
Your owner is worried sick about you. You're causing her undue distress. [ the kitten does not relent to this sound logic.
rean and fie are much better at this than he is. it would be extremely embarrassing to be caught in this position, but he could use the help. ]
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[ jusis will be Around trying to get a grasp on his new surroundings, so if there's anything you want to bother him with, hit me! ]
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a: floor 10, room 3
[If you're one of Keiichi's lucky roommates and hanging around the apartment common areas (or... maybe even your own rooms-- he's pretty loud), you might hear some thumping around and some pretty clear "Woooow!"s and "No way! That's so cool--!"s coming from a previously-unoccupied room before the perpetrator of these NOISE CRIMES comes bouncing out of his room, definitely looking enthused.]
This is my apartment? It's so nice! Wow, I can't believe it--!
eish: shopping spree
[So, maybe a lot of businesses are closed, but Keiichi's goal is DEFINITELY to run all over the city today anyway-- so he's managed to hunt down a few places to grab some groceries and brand new clothes! (He can't just wear his school uniform forever, after all!) But the combination of his many shopping bags and his frequently stopping to gawk and gape at various sights around the city definitely also makes him come across as That Kind of Tourist, particularly when he stops abruptly outside a busy area to enthuse over a cell phone display-- and whoops, did you just bump into each other?]
Oh! Sorry! I'm just standing in the way, aren't I-- I was just looking at the phones! They're so cool! How do they work just by touching the screen like that? It's so neat! Everything here is amazing! I'm still pretty confused, but they provide a lot for us, huh? It's so exciting! Oh! I'm Keiichi Segawa, by the way; what's your name? Are you new too? Oh! Do you live at Complex #43? I just got here myself! It's a little overwhelming!
[...is he done? He's done. Talk about overwhelming!]
b: apartment recreation area
[And, eventually, after exploring the city, going shopping, and probably signing up for a handful of jobs-- Keiichi's not the type to be put off by menial labor!-- he heads back to the apartment complex to drop off his new things. But, still brimming with NEW WORLD NEW MAGIC NEW EVERYTHING!! energy, he's popped over to the rec floor afterwards, where you might find him checking out a ping pong table, board game cabinet, and so on-- choose your own rec center adventure! Either way, his head is popping up when he notices someone else in the area, and he waves enthusiastically.]
Oh! Hiii! Do you want to play?
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This isn't something one can fake, but he's going to try and match it anyway. ]
Ah... wow, yeah! I had to get used to the technology levels here too. And, um, I got here a few weeks ago myself... I'm Jun-seo Park.
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[The tall young man has been peering at the job board for a minute or two by this point. With an expression dominated by narrowed eyes and a mouth pressed into a frown, he's seemingly not very excited or impressed by what he has found there. Maybe an orphan from Mars should know better, that beggars can't be choosers, but he's been the boss of his own mercenary company for long enough now that the idea of returning to such menial work grated a bit.
His attention is gradually distracted by occasional looks he's been getting. Since security detail was one of his wheelhouses, a sort of natural paranoia made them stand out like beacons in the dark — he returns one or two with a stern gaze before drifting away from the board, walking back towards the apartment building.
It all gives him a profoundly bad feeling.]
Doesn't seem to be a lot of love lost between the people of this city and us. [He'd noticed how they seemed to seek out the hollow of his throat, looking for something, though the scarf he was wearing had denied them the ease of it.] Anyone know who kicked whose dog?
[Only a figure of speech, of course.]
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[Orga squints at the handful of flowers he had been handed. Red, yellow, and purple, the clustered blossoms don't really mean anything to him. Despite having named his company after one, there weren't many flowers to be had on Mars. He wouldn't know where to start in identifying one for its meaning.]
Hey, but what do they — [He's asking the fortune teller, though he looks up to find that in his short moment of consideration, she'd already started distributing flowers and fortunes to a group of girls.]
Mean. [The rest of the question falls a little flat, the moment passing.]
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[They'd seen snow on their way to Edmonton, though the situation had been dire enough that using it as a source of entertainment hadn't really been anywhere in their minds. With trappings of sedition and warfare removed from his mind and the snow beginning to pile up in drifts throughout the afternoon, he decides to pursue a whim.
First he builds a small wall, testing how well the snow stuck, and, satisfied, he continues in a circular pattern around himself, building onwards and upwards. Unfortunately, the snow underfoot is all used up after some time of construction, and there's just this one hole in the northern wall he needs to fix...]
Oi. [Sorry, fair passerby, but it's just your timing. He gestures you over.] Give me a hand, would you? Just need enough snow to fill in this hole in the wall here. [He holds his hand over the one remaining empty spot in the otherwise solid fortification.
He'd step out to get the snow himself, but it's about waist-high by this point and he'd probably knock it all over prematurely...]
J · WILDCARD!
[Let's work something else out!]
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[oh well, Madoka is never one to turn down someone in need, even if it's helping someone building their own snow ... prison? she grabs a handful of snow and stands up on her tippy toes to try to pat it in place.]
Here you go! Are you building a fort?
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[The apartment was all well and good--certainly comfortable enough, and definitely better than on the last world he could remember existing on for certain. But traces of his old senses prodded at Valerius to explore further until he could ignore them no longer. While he could still sense the wisps of negativity in the atmosphere, it was much fainter than he could recall. Not too hindering, he thought. If anything, being able to fully tune out the dirty auras in his midst was a welcome change.
He could actually focus on playing human this time around, and he did so by examining this interesting little board that had caught his eye during his wandering. His real self dictated that jobs were beneath him, but he silenced those voices in an instant as he adjusted his ridiculously opulent reading glasses and prodded at the disappearing words. One passing by may hear him voicing his thoughts aloud.]
“Oh my, what a mess...This hardly seems normal at all.”
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[The man was simply enjoying a stroll when the voices began broadcasting into his brain. Telepathy wasn’t an entirely new concept to Valerius. While distracting, he wasn’t too hampered by the noise. Some voices were quieter than others, some spoke much faster than he cared to decipher, and some had some absolutely fascinating inflections. Perhaps, he’d have a listen for a while.
He found himself, at one point just sitting down on a bench and picking through each new one, like deft hands through a file cabinet searching for an important document. As he did so, something occurred to him...These tones were drastically different than the voices he used to hear. The revelation hit him like a brick to the head, and as soon as it did, he answered with his own voice]
Why, these are all living voices..! Not a single wailing soul to be heard. I never thought I’d relish such a thing. Perhaps I can get used to this place after all...
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[Snow was always a pleasant thing to behold as far as Valerius was concerned. The sight, the feel of the cold, and the sound of the wind was the perfect backdrop for a bit of thought--since not everyone liked walking in it like he did. As he stared down the massive drifts, he frowned. Magic wasn’t allowed in this city, and thus he couldn’t tinker with it as he’d like. His fingers twitched as he watched the snowflakes. He wanted so badly to enlarge them into the sparkling flakes he knew they were, but he had to behave.
So instead, with a strange sort of childish glee, he kneels down near one of them, and starts packing the snow into shapes--a sculpture maybe? He’s not sure, but he hears nearby footsteps and smirks over his shoulder. So far, it looks like he’s sculpted some sort of head--and with his bare hands. He doesn’t shiver or show any discomfort.]
Have you been there long? He feigns curiosity, brushing his hands off on his already snow-white pants.
J Wildcard! Let me know in a PM or at
c!
But... fuck, everything in this city works weird. This wasn't something like a bunch of help wanted ads stuck to a bulletin board - the screen updated in real time, listings and requests moving and disappearing in a way that was hard to track.
He's thinking something along the same lines when the man a short distance away speaks up. He glances over, then giving a sigh.] Not the most user-friendly thing I've ever seen, no.
[When he glances back to the man, he catches something odd over his shoulder - two people standing on a corner, looking at them sharply, then away when they caught him staring back.
Stranger and stranger, still. For now, he doesn't mention it.]
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( After taking in quite a bit over the past week or so, coming to Shehui is...even more of a load on Elise's rattled brain. There's a lot to think about. A lot to be angry about. This isn't home, and that has its perks -- no zombies to slaughter, at first glance. Everyone seems normal. Oblivious. But it also means there are people missing. People that are far more important than the lack of flesh-eating monsters.
It's not so hard to believe that things from cheesy books and horror games are capable in reality, but that doesn't mean answers wouldn't be appreciated. Her first clue? The Floor and Room numbers she's given. Knock knock...she's certainly not entering without seeing what she's getting into first. Hi roomies? )
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( Having a cell phone is a small comfort, and it isn't hard to get one here. One more advanced than what Elise had back home, even! She would have brought hers with her, but telecommunication devices kind of stopped being useful when the apocalypse happened.
The Redmolar text syncing is a new touch, though. A few phones ping up in her area...might as well see what the options are. )
hi!! who is this? ( Typed with a deadpan expression of a millennial who says LOL while line-facing. )
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( It's not in her modus operandi right now, but Elise is decently good at smiling and being bubbly while being a total mess on the inside. Telepathy, however, gives away her poker face. No matter her expression, it's impossible for Elise to hold back her jumbled, cluttered thoughts -- wholly negative; she's sad, angry, mad, confused, traumatized. It's...a mess. )
w̸h̸e̴r̶e̵ ̴i̸s̶ ̷t̴h̶i̵s̶ ̶w̸h̷e̶r̸e̴ ̵a̴r̷e̶ ̷y̵o̴u̸ ̴b̵a̴c̸k̶ ̶b̸a̵c̷k̵ ̴b̵a̶c̶k̷ ̵i̵t̶ ̴w̵a̴s̸ ̶u̵s̷e̷l̸e̸s̸s̴ ̵m̸e̸a̶n̶i̷n̵g̷l̵e̸s̷s̵ ̸i̷ ̵l̸o̵v̵e̸ ̷y̷o̶u̵
( Have fun with some light Zalgo in your brain. )
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( Perhaps the most normal she's felt all day is commiserating with someone else. This little girl -- who looks like the opposite of a little green man, coincidentally enough -- runs up to her, crying her eyes out. The other randos ignoring her was fine as far as Elise was concerned, but this small, blubbering child...it touches her darkened heart somehow. Reminds her of those she'd like to protect, if she could. )
Uh, here --- cat. Here, kitty! ( Maybe she should have asked for the names of these little ones. Oh, right -- there were more than one. She's exploring a park, glasses on for optimal vision, trying to find at least one of these furry fuckers.
Well, there is one unexplored option.) If one of you is stuck in a tree, that's the most cliche thing ever.
( But oh well! Time to climb! )
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that's not proper phone culture at all! you contacted me so I get to ask who it is
who iiiis it~
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[ luckily for the stragglers who didn't arrive early enough to check the job board, camilla had to go to lunch late, so she's just now adding a posting of her own.
she's still in her uniform, which means she definitely works at mooncents, so if you're smart, you'll try to woo her now to bypass the whole applying-for-a-job thing!! ]
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[ camilla has actually vying for a cell phone ever since she came to shehui. literally everyone at work had one, even the young children accompanying their parents. she's gotten to play with her coworkers', and knows them as well as if she'd owned one of her own, so imagine her delight when she finally gets the latest and greatest orange!
one of her conversation apps lets her add nearby contacts by a mere shake, so if there's a creepy lady shaking her phone directly in front of you, that's why. she's not coming to attack you with it. really ]
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Ugh. My eyes are up here, you mongrel. It seems good manners are in short supply in every world.
[ either she caught you staring at her bazongas or someone nearby was staring at them and it sounds as if she's accusing you personally. intrusive thoughts are often severe. has no one told her about the amplification in telepathy? or maybe you're too busy being upset at being called a pervert. it's a perfectly valid reaction. ]
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[ camilla was expecting a rose from her card, but unfortunately, it was a camellia. the way she was clutching the half-dozen bouquet of said flowers in one hand, and staring down at the card in her other hand with little expression, is uncharacteristic of her to anyone who knows her well.
after a moment, her expression hardens as she drops the card unceremoniously, before digging her tall heel into its screen, almost gently though it does end up cracking. yikes. ]
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He shakes his Orange phone too? ]
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[ Ritsuka has gotten used to broadcasting her thoughts, or so she believed. having everything amplified like this means that anyone in her vicinity who's openly listening is able to hear her more concerned inner dialogue that involves the shopping she's trying to do and having little success with. ]
It's probably too late to be thinking about this, but I wonder what I should get them.
I know I missed that holiday. I can list off the reasons but in the end it doesn't matter why.
I'm not used to going out and making friends. They usually just come to me.
I still want to get them something. What is a good idea for someone you don't know well yet?
G. she spent her last paycheck on that
[ time waits for no one. just because one silly girl decided to stand outside of a shop, seemingly absorbed in the world surrounding her and the item held in her hands does not mean the world around her would cease. that stark reality interrupted her thoughts as she was bumped into by someone else who was late for an appointment. they did not have all the time in the world even if the girl did.
crouched now at the side of the walkway, Ritsuka held in her hands a brooch. gold with a red gem set into its face. a massive crack split its surface, marring the way the jewel took in light and ruined its glow.
beside her on the sidewalk was a bouquet of flowers. colorful zinnia to be exact. the card that came with it was on its way down the gutter with the wind but she paid both that and the flora little mind. though her expression was thought to be unreadable there's no mistaking the lines of cold tears trailing down her cheeks.
isn't this just a cheerful sight? ]
or wildcard me!
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Oh! Ritsukaaan~! -Her friend! Her super special friend! The youthful tone gleefully exclaimed as she started to twirl and dance her way over, before it started to become apparent that... something...
... Something was wrong.-
Ritsuka? -No cute nickname. The mature tone shifted in midway through the name- Ritsuka? What's wrong? What's happened? Please don't cry... T-tell me what I can do the help...
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