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City Mods ([personal profile] citycouncil) wrote in [community profile] cityarcade2025-06-18 12:44 pm

MEME: Reverse Questions

Muns: Post here listing all of the characters you play (you might want to list journals, too, just for reference) or are thinking of playing.

Everyone: Ask the MUNS anything about the GAME or THEIR PUPS, because we all know the muns will answer when the characters won't. As a twist on the original, you're encouraged to ask whatever ridiculous question you like. What song gets stuck in your pup's head? or What would their role be in a heist? or Rank their favorite ice cream flavors. Of course, you can ask more serious questions, if you like. Hell, you can even have pups ask the questions, but ANSWERS are coming from the PLAYERS.
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Jyn Erso ([personal profile] nextchance) wrote in [community profile] thecityneversleeps2025-06-16 05:26 pm

this feeling calls for everything I can't afford to know is possible now

Dated May 4, 2025:

Jyn hadn't kept track of the time, hadn't counted the days as they turned into weeks, months, years. She knew from experience that to do so would only make her miserable, and she'd already been in Darrow for a hell of a lot longer than she had anywhere before. So she didn't, off the top of her head, know how long it had been since she'd seen Cassian Andor, and yet he was unmistakable.

A reunion.

[ HERE | complete | excessive emotions ]


Instead, she found herself at Spike's door, not even having realized that was her destination until she was part of the way there. It made sense, though. He was her oldest friend, someone she knew had lost people just like she had. If there was anyone who might understand, it was him.

A confused and emotional Jyn turns to two old friends.

[ HERE | ongoing | excessive emotional repression, questionable coping mechanisms ]


"I've been here before," he said at last, dumbly. Things said in the last hours, the looks on her face, the way she touched him, all fell into place. It went like thunder through his eyes, if not on his frozen face. "With you."

An important truth comes out.

[ HERE | complete | discussion of war/trauma/etc ]


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City Mods ([personal profile] citycouncil) wrote in [community profile] cityarcade2025-06-14 09:53 pm
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[meme] test drive

Sneaking in on the eve of Darrow Pride, here's your Test Drive!

Tag into this post with characters you're thinking of apping to the game (characters who are not currently in-game or currently reserved by someone else). It can be just a tag, a brief EP, whatever you want. You can be new to the game, or simply want to test out a fresh pup. Tag each other with these characters or those already in game, and have fun.
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City Mods ([personal profile] citycouncil) wrote in [community profile] thecityneversleeps2025-06-14 10:03 am

HAPPY MOTHERFUCKING PRIDE!!!

Despite existing in a world that is only like America, with a history that may or may not include a riot at a place that may or may not be like the Stonewall Inn, Darrow still recognized June as Pride Month. This year, the official parade opened on a drizzly day that persisted well into the afternoon. Neither timing nor weather could dampen the majority of the city's enthusiasm for the event, however. If there were no blue skies to be had, then Darrow's citizens would bring the rainbows, with every bit of the same energy as in years past, probably even more.

In the hours that stretched between the first and last parade, the park is full of entertainments of all kinds, presided over by this year's new Master of Ceremonies, drag performer Izzie Pacquin. Drag artists vogued and lip synced on a stage or read storybooks to enraptured children in a shady grove.

Between events, attendees browsed multiple booths that cater to a wide spectrum of interests, from sexual health to makeup tutorials to merchants with 'artisan glass' pieces that are meant to serve a wide variety of wholly adult interests. This year, many of the bigger businesses seemed to have embraced an unfortunate degree of "less is more" for their Pride collections. While smaller, more independent vendors had gaudy feather boas, glittery graphic tees, and ostentatious jewelry, sponsored booths are more sparse. Booths like Törgt's, however, featured a rainbow of khaki, beige, and gray, with the occasional sage green. The rainbow was in subtle (barely-noticeable) pinstripes on one shirt, while a pair of shorts featured an inch-wide lesbian flag, next to a graphic of a carabiner. One of the most divisive items was an unadorned snapback, embroidered with "it's giving shade" in a tastefully unambitious gray font. Somehow, they sold out immediately.

As has been the tradition for years now, Pride was celebrated from morning until late at night, with a daylight parade officially kicking off the celebrations and a second parade after sunset that allows the city's undead and darkness-bound residents to participate. In Petros Park, Mayor Todd Chad caps off the night with his yearly performance of The Rainbow (It's In Your Blood) at the end of the parade route to an adoring audience of half-dozens while fireworks light up the night sky. Those, at least, came in every color.

[[Happy Pride everyone! This year's theme is...Disappointing Corporate Minimalism, BABIE! As always, Pride will last all day and most of the night Saturday, into the wee hours of Sunday morning.]]
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Joel Miller ([personal profile] andmissed) wrote in [community profile] thecityneversleeps2025-06-09 11:53 am

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Funny thing, when he'd gotten up the courage to pick up the phone and make the call, it hadn't taken all that long to get into therapy.

Back before, he'd never gone himself, but he'd always gotten the sense that getting help for your mental health wasn't an easy thing.

Mental health things, many of them unpleasant. )

After he leaves, Joel considers not going back, but he does. And today he leaves his therapist's office after his fifth session as the sun begins to set. His hands are shaking a little and he could do with a drink. They had spent this session talking about his tendency to shut people out, to find a moral high ground and put himself on it, changing what was moral to suit his needs.

He'd hinted, too, at something else. A feeling he's not ready to explore.

"Someone you care about?" his therapist had asked. "Outside of Ellie?"

"I have friends," he'd protested and she had smiled.

"That isn't what I mean and that isn't what you were suggesting."

And she had been right. Joel had shut it down there, unable to talk about it yet, feeling uncomfortable with even the possibility. It doesn't make sense. That's not him, he's not... well, it doesn't matter. His therapist had let it happen, their time nearing its end, but he knows this won't be the end of it. He doesn't think he wants it to be the end. It still leaves a weird, squirming feeling in his chest, one he can't name, can't place, and he realizes he's walked straight to a bar without even planning on it.

Fuck it, he needs that drink.

Inside, a whiskey in his hand, Joel goes to a booth to be alone and finds himself staring down at a photo album. The cover is brown, faux leather, and in the picture window on the front is a snapshot of himself, much younger, and a curly haired baby girl sitting on his knee. Sarah would have been about eighteen months in that picture and Joel stares down at her, then touches her face with the pad of one finger.

"Hey, baby girl," he says softly, then slides into the booth and flips open the album.

[He's in a weird space, but not bad. Timed to this evening. Find him anywhere on the street, or in the bar.]