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betty dupree is not interested in boys. ([personal profile] bettydupree) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2020-04-29 01:37 pm
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A city at night.

— city at night meme

You've got the world around you yawning with potential, possibilities fanning out before your very eyes—after all, they say the city doesn't sleep at night. The skyline's illuminated with glittering lights, and even now, the streets are bustling with activity. So here's the real question: where are you at this hour?

— scenario prompts

1) WORKING.
You're still caught up at the office or wherever it is you're holed up. It's getting late, but there's work to be done.

2) RELAXING.
You're warm and comfortable someplace indoors, whether it's in a cozy nook of a café or maybe just in your own apartment. There's no other place you really need to be, is there?

3) MEET-UP/DATE.
Is there someone you're seeing for dinner? A date? Maybe you're going bar-hopping together with some friends, or your attendance is expected at some special event. Alternatively, there's someone you're meeting with to make a deal of some kind, whether it's perfectly legitimate or something that might invite trouble with local enforcement.

4) OUT FOR A WALK.
Sometimes, it's nice to get out for some fresh air—or, well, as fresh as it gets with all the air pollution around you. The park's not too far away; it might be nice and quiet at this hour, if you don't run into any...

5) TROUBLE.
It's getting late and it's dark outside, but someone has been tailing you for a while. Walking faster only makes them speed up; they're doggedly persistent. What to do now? Is there a busy street you can turn on to for help? Or maybe it's time to confront your pursuer... On the flip side, you're the one tracking someone. For what reason? Well, only you would know, right?

6) OTHER.
Anything else you can think of!

— setting prompts

A) STREETS/ALLEYS.
Are you visiting a busy district teeming with people? Or are you out on a quieter street? It can be dark out there, especially if you turn onto a smaller one without many streetlamps. Watch your step. Some of the alleyways might make good shortcuts if you're trying to get somewhere fast, but there's also trouble to be found sometimes. Don't get cornered anywhere, and especially don't get too curious if you see something suspicious in one of the dumpsters...

B) IN TRANSIT.
You're between locations right now, just trying to get on with your evening. You have some options, like public transportation: the bus, the train, the subway. Alternatively, you're a fancier kind of person: you've got your own car that you're driving, or better yet, you have a chauffeur and a private car. Or, you know, you're just taking a taxi or using a ride-share app. There are also transitional spaces like parking lots or garages.

C) DINING.
Some cities are melting pots of different cultures; you're bound to find countless spots at which to eat. There are small cafés if you want a quick bite, or fancier restaurants where you can wine and dine. You could support a small family business by dropping by at a local hole in the wall—sometimes the most authentic spots with the best food are nondescript locations. Or if you're really trying to impress, go for some famous Michelin three-star.

D) NIGHT LIFE.
Bars, clubs, lounges—all of it's fair game. Remember to drink responsibly—or don't, if you're looking to really forget about your troubles for a while. Just know that you'll only have yourself to blame for that raging hangover in the morning.

E) CORPORATE BUILDING.
In a larger city, major corporations might be headquartered in the glittering skyscrapers that line the most expensive districts. There are all kinds of businesses—banks, law firms, finance companies, tech groups, to state just a few. Some places might keep their lights on pretty late at night for the white-collar workers burning the midnight oil; others, perhaps not. Do you fit somewhere in this equation? Or if you're here for something more exciting, there's always corporate espionage...

F) SHOPS.
A lot of shops could be closed by now, but maybe it's that final hour before that mall or outlet you wanted to visit locks their doors for the evening. Time for some last-second shopping! Snatch up that deal before it's gone, or be sure to buy a gift for your date before it's too late!

G) HOME.
You're at home, wherever that is—an apartment, a condo, a house somewhere, or maybe something more extravagant. Real estate can get expensive in the city, especially in popular locations. Do you have a tiny apartment that covers all your basic needs? Or something much nicer, like the type of penthouse people usually only see in movies, complete with floor-to-ceiling windows?

H) CITY SQUARE.
Some city squares are hubs of activity, filled with street performers, pop-up stores, or food stalls. There's a lot you could do, especially when it's nighttime and the little lights strung around the place look so pretty.

I) ABANDONED SPACE.
Every city has its fair share of abandoned warehouses or other buildings that are slated for demolition. Sometimes they attract certain types of crowds that would make your average person think twice before confronting. A lot of places are off-limits, but every so often, the no-trespassing sign is more of a suggestion than a real threat, right?

J) OTHER.
Anything else you can think of!

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[personal profile] whelm 2020-05-04 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
Bullshit.

[ it's mumbled, accusatory but without much bite, as he leans against one wall of the elevator, watching tseng with one eyebrow cocked. tseng even looks paler in the bright, ugly lighting, composed as always but reno has high suspicions that the man may be on the verge of a breakdown or passing the fuck out — either option equally amusing and alarming. ]

I'll even drive slow. [ which is a lie but he doesn't have the audacity to even attempt sounding sincere. finally shrugging his jacket on, he crosses his arms across his chest and kicks the back of one boot against the wall, arrhythmic and obnoxiously loud.

he's still staring so he catches that yawn being smothered but doesn't say anything about it, only striding ahead of them as the elevator comes to a stop, quickly getting out to block tseng's way once the doors slide open. ]


C'mon. Hand 'em over. [ the car keys, not his goggles, but he doesn't bother to clarify as he shoves out one hand, fingers flexing, gimme. ]
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[personal profile] hybred 2020-05-04 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ His expression stays shadowed under the fan of his eyelashes as he gazes down on the city — but he isn't really seeing it. Instead, he's allowing the question to percolate, turning it over like a piece of unusual materia in his hands.

Midgar should be home, he thinks. Shinra Company, with it's clinical walls and it's everpresent soldiers lining the walls, the white coats of scientists... all of it should, by definition, be that. They are what he grew up with. The bed he sleeps in is in this tower. But something inside of him pulls, something that's been inside him for as long as he can remember. A longing for something other.

Like he's missing something.

Like he needs to take something back that he's lost. ]


What does coming home feel like?

[ It seems, maybe, like he's avoiding the question— but his own query is answer enough. ]
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[personal profile] redistributing 2020-05-04 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
She gives him a flicker of a warm smile, appreciative at his consideration. He makes such a point of not being considerate at times that acknowledging these other moments seem equally important.

"Do you get their names?" Then, she clarifies, "Downstairs."
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[personal profile] deathpending 2020-05-04 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jonathan learns not to ask certain questions. Why does he only require blood and no other substance? He misses tea terribly, whiskey on occasion, but only one nectar is left to satisfy him. Why are there ghosts? There are always ghosts. He just doesn't know why there are vampires, and that's a mystery he needn't mention to Isadore at all. She's been a calming presence in the office, looking after Lisa for him. He'd forget to water the fern at all if not for her. ]

I do rest.

[ But sleep, the dreams that used to come with being mortal... no longer. ]

Would you prefer to be inside the pocketwatch?

[ probably?? how does this ghost thing work again ]
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[personal profile] pandemonic 2020-05-04 11:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a quiet huff at that— ]

I wouldn't call that a good thing.

[ It's not like he was there for him, and he was just fortunate that he was there at all and able to stop whatever was happening in time.

Then again, had Vincent been operating under another's orders, he imagines it would have been incredibly unlucky for them to meet at all. However, he's here of his own volition, and despite his dismissal, he does seem to be giving the young president a careful look-over.

He seems to be doing far better than when he unearthed him under the rubble of Shinra's fallen tower, at least. ]


Are you supposed to be walking around again? You looked like you'd taken quite the beating when I found you.

[ Yes, he's concerned, you're welcome. ]
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[personal profile] duritia 2020-05-04 11:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ he's concerned, excellent. this means things might go better in his favour. despite not needing it, rufus leans against the side of his desk, supporting himself with a hand closing around the edge of it.

vincent is an enigma -- shrouded in mystery and tragedy and yet endlessly fascinating, the man who used to be a turk, experimented on and used. and yet, here he is, in his office of his own volition after having saved his life.

rufus might still be sore and aching, and not as healthy as he forces himself to be, but appearances are everything. ]


You might discover that I'm surprisingly hard to kill sometimes. Grievously wound, maybe. My luck might run out one day.

[ he says dryly. ] What were you doing there?
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[personal profile] pandemonic 2020-05-04 11:51 am (UTC)(link)
Working.

[ If he expected any details to come with that, he's not going to get them. But he's observant enough to notice the cracks in that pristine veneer- even if he may not say he does. This is the man who people had never seen bleed at all- that white veil of perfection was always used for him to display that.

And yet, when he found him the first time, radiant in even the darkness as though finding moonlight behind the clouds, it was his imperfections that drew his eye.

Just the same, it's those imperfections that draw his attention now, crimson on red, and he folds his arms loosely. ]


Your Turks need to watch you better, then. Your presence is crucial to this place's recovery. The last thing we need is a repeat of Deepground.

[ Which... might have been what he was making sure wasn't happening. Fortunately, he found nothing to prove that, and whoever kidnapped Rufus was merely making use of the facilities left behind, anyway. ]
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[personal profile] arsenicum 2020-05-04 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)
It gets so dreary in there.

she has a love-hate relationship with the watch. can't be without it, she has no body anymore to anchor her to this world, though she's sure her bones are gathering dust somewhere. but it's not the same as being with the world either. it's not the same as being outside like this, taking however much of a walk she's capable of taking, pretending to breathe the night air. it's his very presence that gives her the strength to appear like this, and she relishes it.

sometimes, she goes as far as to appear in the fashions of his time – other times, like this one, she's in her late-victorian dress, corseted and, by her standards, comfortable. when she's not nagging him about the poor neglected fern, she's ruffling through his patient files, takes odd notes and leftover paper in fine, spidery handwriting.


We are not far from where I used to stay when I came to London with my family.

it's a nice neighbourhood, that, and she sounds nostalgic.

Would you like to see?
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[personal profile] duritia 2020-05-04 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ...ah, yes. deepground. rufus won't forget that and everything else that came before in a hurry -- but people must move on, him above all others if any of them have a prayer of getting the rebuilding done right.

rufus' lifeblood is in rebuilding, to take all the pieces and put them back together, and it helps that vincent, apparently, sees what he's been trying to do all this time. it's slow work, but rufus is patient. ]


They've been dispatched on other missions, unfortunately. [ he tells him wryly, his curiosity and fascination with the man unabated -- how strange, it seems almost as if vincent is seeing through him. he's not sure if he likes it. rufus is quiet for a moment, assessing him. ]

Maybe you could watch me. For now.
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[personal profile] captainbara 2020-05-04 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Chris loses himself in the rhythm of fucking Lin letting the physical pleasure block out everything else in the world. It's just the two of them and the movement of their bodies against each other. The sounds Lin made were practically music to his ears. Fuck, he had the sweetest voice when he moaned. ]

Fuck, babe. [ He bent himself forward over Lin hauling his ass flush against his hips as he buried his cock as deep as he could inside and let himself go, coming hard with a heavy groan. Chris had to brace his hand against the couch to hold himself up as his knees went weak.

The pleasure was so good, so much better than his hand which was a poor substitute for the tight grip of Lin's body. He is almost blind and deaf with pleasure. ]


Lin, I missed you.
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[personal profile] deathpending 2020-05-04 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A soft hum. He can't imagine it gets extremely comfortable in there, even taking the conservation of mass into account, but ghosts probably don't need to account for that. He wonders if it's a silly question to ask what she feels like in there, but he knows she prefers to be out here. London's air isn't invigorating at this time of night, but better the sky than a small space. ]

Certainly.

[ He pauses, and seems to blink, to do nothing — he's listening. Priwen has doubled their patrols lately, and he knows Edgar's wearing out his goodwill with the vampire hunters. If Jonathan is seen, nobody will be kind. ]

Quarantine barracades, but it shouldn't be a problem.

[ Not for a doctor. ]
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[personal profile] wingsofhonor 2020-05-04 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Angeal gets so wrapped up on the thought of how returning home makes him feel, that he allows it. While he's nowhere as poetic or as abreast with literature as Genesis, Angeal does his best to explain a feeling that can only be described as serenity. ]

Coming home is like putting on a warm knitted sweater. [He explains with a light chuckle, his gaze pointed upward towards the hidden stars above.] It's pure tranquility in the form of happy memories and peaceful slumber.

It's something like a vacation of sorts, almost like you're taking a momentary reprieve from the humdrum of everyday life.

[ A smile graces his lips briefly but it's hidden within the shadows of the night. ]

It's that feeling...of being at ease without a single worry.
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[personal profile] arsenicum 2020-05-04 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
I can make it so no one but you can see me.

odds are he has noticed that one before, and while it's certainly not a must – she can be invisible to him, too, or entirely visible to every person in a room – it's most useful in places like this. the pause he gives is strange, no doubt, but she can't quite guess at its nature, and it's over quickly enough.

Is this your idea of rest?
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[personal profile] prodigalmess 2020-05-05 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
An even number? What is this, an OCD criminal? He doesn't really have time to ask.

Malcolm takes off his jacket and hangs it on the edge of a dumpster. Not the greatest place for an Armani suit jacket, but better than the ground, he figures.

"The guy in the back," he tells her as he quickly starts to roll up his sleeves. The man looks wiry, but that means he's a good match for Malcolm. There's also a beefy bald-headed man who Malcolm thinks he can outpace. He'll take him next.

He centers himself, getting ready to use every hand-to-hand combat technique he's ever learned. His aim is to just to knock these guys out, but he's got a switchblade in his pocket in case everything goes south.
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[personal profile] revmeup 2020-05-05 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
Seeing Malcolm square up for a fight does something for Harley, but this isn't the time to make eyes at her hot boyfriend. She has a wildly different way of preparing for combat. Harley scans the alley for a large chunk of brick and lobs it at a heavy set man covered in tattoos.

"Fuck you, Jonny!" she screams before charging into the fray. "I know you told your ma you left the business!"
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[personal profile] prodigalmess 2020-05-05 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Well that's one way to open it. Malcolm watches as she goes headlong after a man twice her size and fights back his instinct to want to protect her. He's got his own problems anyway. The wiry man is coming at him and immediately Malcolm sees an opening. The man thinks Malcolm's going to punch him and tries to block while Malcolm ends up smacking him in the face with an open palm.

There's a crack and the man cries out, grabbing for his nose, which is bleeding profusely. Broken noses tend to do that. While he's distracted, Malcolm grabs him by the scruff of his collar and shoves him headlong against the dumpster. He slumps down in front of it, if not unconscious then too dazed to get up right now.

Malcolm looks back at Harley to make sure that she's okay.
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that song is brilliant and sorry for the delay

[personal profile] sefirot 2020-05-05 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah yes, so many people all around. So many innocents. Which is why Sephiroth picked this place to appear.

The fear Cloud felt for others was nothing less than a treat. Something to savor. His head tilts up to look over at the person who could be considered his greatest nemesis. It was an odd feeling to think that someone like that would be the one who ultimately bested him.
]

No? Are we not all children born to this world? All connected in various ways?

[He pushes away from where he was standing to move towards Cloud. Directly towards him. Thankfully he did not make any sort of aggression against any of the shoppers as he moves by. Though he did consider making some sort of mock action just to see what kind of reaction he'd gain from Cloud.]

If you fight me now, do you believe those around us will escape unscathed?
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[personal profile] deathpending 2020-05-05 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Quarantine barricades discourage even the most persistent of London's citizens. Whitechapel most of all, the streets at this time of night are lit up with a few light Priwen patrols, hunting for immortals in the deep of the night. Jonathan, unfortunately, has to be out here as well, making the usual rounds, following the blood trails of frenzied Skals, often taken as crazed mobs of infected. Mary Reid has been put to rest, but there's still blood running on the streets, and more chilling howls every night.

He inhales deeply — human scent, followed by hurried feet. Prime target, if he was out looking for food, but he's come to check on Dorothy Crane first, and wonders if it's someone looking for her clinic but got lost. Darius can be discouraging, but he certainly wouldn't turn away someone who needed real help.

'Excuse me,' he calls to the figure, walking slowly towards them. 'Are you lost?'
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[personal profile] deathpending 2020-05-05 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He has noticed. ]

[ He could have asked, but there are limits to what newborn thing they have, and it is still thrashing as it seeks a foothold in their now-twined lives. Isadore's haunting of him is notes in his files and entreaties to go about his day instead of spend it at the workbench, ]

I'm afraid I was never very good at it, even before.

[ Alive is a strange thing to think; he is still alive. He will be alive until he chooses not to be. ]

Blame the War, if you must.
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[personal profile] batsh1tcrazy 2020-05-06 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Above my pay grade."

The shelter's policy is clear. Employees and volunteers alike are forbidden from asking personal questions, everything from names to living situations. Not that it's ever stopped Jason before. Sometimes there are ways around it too. Once you offer a kid your name, they often offer one back. There are handful he reads to on a regular basis and none of them are going by 'hey you'.
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[personal profile] made_of_stars 2020-05-06 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ooc: shippy things, please]
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[personal profile] pandemonic 2020-05-06 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll pass.

[ The reply comes swiftly, leaving no room for argument. Honestly, it's surprising enough that he's stating this at all, but to want him for his security? He's banking on someone who no longer has any loyalty to Shinra, and definitely has no reason for it.

Yet, he's here... he seems to be as contrary as ever, and he folds his arms. Damn his concerned nature- at the very least, he's no longer rushing to want to help anyone. That died along with the person he was, thirty years ago. ]


I find it hard to believe that the President of Shinra Corp would leave himself this open. Are things truly so bad that you'd have to ask someone like me for protection?

[ There's just a hint of concern there- Rufus Shinra is no fool, and this seems a bit too careless for him. ]
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[personal profile] ofwovenstone 2020-05-06 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Also comes in modern flavour.]
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[personal profile] hybred 2020-05-07 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ As he speaks, Sephiroth tries to place the feeling. He tries to line it up with the sensation of returning to Midgar after leaving the city. Of walking into the building, knowing that he'll be able to turn in for the evening, lock his door and in doing so remove himself entirely from the constant goings-on of everything else. Thinking of taking a long shower almost fits, the almost meditative state he falls in to when taking care of the long sheet of his hair.

But... none of it fits right.

The closest he thinks he can come to are memories bracketed by Genesis and Angeal. He thinks of Genesis, gesticulating with LOVELESS in one hand. Angeal, with an expression that verges on long suffering. His gaze cuts over to the man at his side, studying the private smile on his face, the way talking about the feeling seems to have settled it like a familiar blanket around his shoulders.

His honest answer is: No, I don't know what that feels like. With those parameters, Midgar doesn't feel like home. But he thinks the honesty will alter that almost peaceful look on Angeal's face, and the idea of taking it away from him makes something in Sephiroth's chest clench. So instead, he smiles, teasing. ]


Poetic. Maybe you should put that to paper.

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