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City Mods ([personal profile] citycouncil) wrote in [community profile] cityarcade2025-09-14 10:03 pm
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[meme] test drive

September Test Drive is here!

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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Gwen Blake ([personal profile] dumbfuckingfartknockers) wrote in [community profile] thecityneversleeps2025-09-14 01:34 pm

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There’s a quaint wooden wagon in Petros Park.

Nobody really knows who owns it or where it came from. It has a pitched roof and tiny windows and a ramp leading up through the door, and it’s attached by a hitch to a small hatchback car, which has driven a short way onto the grass of the park by one of the walking paths to allow the wagon to be nice and visible to anyone and everyone walking. It parked there early in the morning on Saturday, and it stays there until late in the evening Sunday.

The exterior of the wagon is painted in cheerful colors and decorated with hanging planters; there’s a table set under an awning that extends from the wagon’s side, on which a selection of books rests to draw the eye. A sign above the door reads Tiny Bookshop: Used and Rare Volumes in a carefully carved script. The interior of the wagon is a bit cramped, with shelves against the walls filled with rows upon rows of all manner of books; some even seem to be unpublished manuscripts, hand-bound with care. A counter with a register hides boxes of what is probably more books, and a cat lays on a shelf above one of the windows, tail flicking.

Its arrival Saturday morning seems to have prompted other booksellers to the same purpose. WIthin a few hours, tables with pop-up canopies are set up, each with stacks and boxes and stands of books of their own. Some are well-loved, dog-eared and crack-spined. Some are so new they creak when they’re opened. Many have names or messages scrawled in the front cover or title pages; some are even signed by the author. Perhaps a rare or coveted first edition is among these shelves?

When the tiny bookshop and the other tables begin to draw a crowd, food vendors arrive as well, ready to capitalize on the chance to sell wares of their own: hotdogs, burritos, kebabs, empanadas. There isn’t a specific theme except one: easily held one-handed. How else can you buy and read books, after all, if you’re eating with both hands?

Into the evening Saturday night, as the sun sets and after, lanterns are placed out to encourage the city’s nocturnal denizens to partake. Some canopies have built-in stringlights that invite a sense of whimsy to the space, lighting the tables beneath in a gentle, sometimes twinkling glow.

And by Sunday night, the wagon is packed back up and the hatchback trundles out of the park and away, leaving the tables and food vendors behind with the thinning crowd.

[ Bookfair gathering! Inspired by the video game Tiny Bookshop, bc I found it incredibly wholesome and cute. It’s timed for the entire weekend, with plenty of opportunity for nocturnal pups, too! Tag in, tag each other, tag around and have fun! Open for as long as it needs to be (aka forever!) ]
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jackabbot ([personal profile] jackabbot) wrote in [community profile] thecityneversleeps2025-09-09 08:41 pm

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September 7, 2025:

Jack Abbot arrives in Darrow. Robby is there to attempt to explain things

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jackabbot ([personal profile] jackabbot) wrote in [community profile] thecityneversleeps2025-09-09 07:15 pm

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Jack had been in this city -- Darrow -- for approximately 36 hours. In that time, he’d gotten his information packet, found his apartment, and done a whole lot of walking around trying to understand what was where. Robby had done his best to explain the unexplainable, which was fortunately something that they both did regularly, and Jack had accepted that at least for now, this was where he was. His mind and his body were still on nights, which he wanted to maintain, if he could, but there were plenty of errands and little tasks that couldn’t be avoided when someone moved to a new town, involuntarily or not, and most of those had to happen during the day.  He would need to find a doctor, a therapist, a prosthetist, and a PT, at a minimum.  After all that was handled, he could find out if the hospital here was hiring. Robby had been confident they’d hire Jack, but if they didn’t need another ER attending, they wouldn’t be creating a position just for him, no matter how much Robby talked him up. He’d have to see if there was an urgent care or standalone ER somewhere. It didn’t seem large enough for that, but what did he know?

For now, though, he was adding a new task to his mental list.  He'd gotten food for his apartment and bought some clothes so he could change out of the black scrubs he'd arrived wearing. Now he needed something that kept his coffee warm and could survive being dropped, but he didn’t want anything too fancy. He just needed a decent tumbler and some coffee to put in it, and he was looking through the options at a little coffee shop near his new apartment (which did not have an Ocean View, but it wasn’t far, either). He picked up a matte black one that came with three separate lid options and considered it. He wasn’t sure why he needed three separate lids for one tumbler. That just seemed overly complicated.

“Have you tried any of these?” he asked the person next to him. They were in the coffee shop, so they might have an idea or an opinion. Or, with his recent luck, they’d just be there to get a gift card and had never had coffee in their life.

[[First public post for Jack!  Find him in any coffee shop you like wearing a solid-colored t-shirt and cargo pants. Open till this says otherwise.]]