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revivalproject2023-11-02 05:18 pm
burnyoudown) wrote in revivalproject2023-11-02 05:18 pm
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WHO: Kavinsky and YOU
WHERE: Around Temba
WHAT: Exploring and stuff!
WHEN: Early November
WARNINGS: smoking and potential drug mention in the 3rd prompt
I'll also match prose if you prefer!
i. Civic Center
[Kavinsky was poking around various places, getting a better feel for the city and also looking for anything...interesting. His idea of 'interesting' could change at the drop of a hat, but he was mostly keeping an eye out for anything he thought Blue would like. Or something that would be useful around the house.
He wasn't finding anything like that in the Civic Center, where he could be found on the roof with his hands on his hips as he surveyed the empty pool. On the one hand, he could imagine filling it up with water somehow and making it a proper pool again, but on the other he could easily imagine someone like Skov using it for skateboarding.]
Or [He mused out loud.] this could be a great date place.
[If one didn't run into him on the roof, he could also be found in the converted gym, looking at the weight and agility stations. He'd never lifted a weight in his life, as was potentially evident by his slightly-too-skinny frame, but that didn't mean he didn't think about it sometimes.]
Nah.
[He decided after a moment more of eyeing the weights. Instead, he went to check one of the other rooms, opening the door to discover the floor entirely covered in sand.]
What the actual fuck?
[No, he had no idea what the sand was for. None at all.]
ii. The Mine
[There was absolutely no way he was going into the gigantic hole in the ground but that didn't stop him from lingering around the edges of it, peering into it. He could smell something burning, he thought anyway, and he was pretty sure he'd seen something move at one point.]
I'm getting some serious Centralia vibes, here.
[Said while he was leaned forward, hands on his knees, as he peered intently into the hole.]
What do you think would happen if I threw a rock in?
iii. Big Department Store - cw: smoking and potential drug mention in resulting threads
[Kavinsky wandered the aisles with an acoustic guitar he most definitely hadn't had before resting on one shoulder. There were random odds and ends strewn all over the place, mingled in with the debris, and he kicked something that might have been some sort of ball at one point out of his way as he walked. The object careened off a shelf noisily before skittering across the floor.
Despite being indoors, he wore his white-framed sunglasses--this wasn't unusual for him. He hummed and sang snippets of a song under his breath, entirely in Bulgarian. When he reached a counter that had, once upon a time, displayed merchandise, he set the guitar down on it. He brushed his fingers over the strings and- they didn't sound right. It wasn't that it sounded out of tune, more like it was playing snatches of pop songs depending on what string was touched.]
Well, you're useless for learning.
[Muttered to himself while he began to pat his pockets, hunting for a lighter, first.]
What's also useless is having stores when there's no way to restock them.
[After fishing a lighter out of his pocket, he plucked one of the guitar strings, causing a snippet of a pop song to echo loudly through the empty store.]
WHERE: Around Temba
WHAT: Exploring and stuff!
WHEN: Early November
WARNINGS: smoking and potential drug mention in the 3rd prompt
I'll also match prose if you prefer!
i. Civic Center
[Kavinsky was poking around various places, getting a better feel for the city and also looking for anything...interesting. His idea of 'interesting' could change at the drop of a hat, but he was mostly keeping an eye out for anything he thought Blue would like. Or something that would be useful around the house.
He wasn't finding anything like that in the Civic Center, where he could be found on the roof with his hands on his hips as he surveyed the empty pool. On the one hand, he could imagine filling it up with water somehow and making it a proper pool again, but on the other he could easily imagine someone like Skov using it for skateboarding.]
Or [He mused out loud.] this could be a great date place.
[If one didn't run into him on the roof, he could also be found in the converted gym, looking at the weight and agility stations. He'd never lifted a weight in his life, as was potentially evident by his slightly-too-skinny frame, but that didn't mean he didn't think about it sometimes.]
Nah.
[He decided after a moment more of eyeing the weights. Instead, he went to check one of the other rooms, opening the door to discover the floor entirely covered in sand.]
What the actual fuck?
[No, he had no idea what the sand was for. None at all.]
ii. The Mine
[There was absolutely no way he was going into the gigantic hole in the ground but that didn't stop him from lingering around the edges of it, peering into it. He could smell something burning, he thought anyway, and he was pretty sure he'd seen something move at one point.]
I'm getting some serious Centralia vibes, here.
[Said while he was leaned forward, hands on his knees, as he peered intently into the hole.]
What do you think would happen if I threw a rock in?
iii. Big Department Store - cw: smoking and potential drug mention in resulting threads
[Kavinsky wandered the aisles with an acoustic guitar he most definitely hadn't had before resting on one shoulder. There were random odds and ends strewn all over the place, mingled in with the debris, and he kicked something that might have been some sort of ball at one point out of his way as he walked. The object careened off a shelf noisily before skittering across the floor.
Despite being indoors, he wore his white-framed sunglasses--this wasn't unusual for him. He hummed and sang snippets of a song under his breath, entirely in Bulgarian. When he reached a counter that had, once upon a time, displayed merchandise, he set the guitar down on it. He brushed his fingers over the strings and- they didn't sound right. It wasn't that it sounded out of tune, more like it was playing snatches of pop songs depending on what string was touched.]
Well, you're useless for learning.
[Muttered to himself while he began to pat his pockets, hunting for a lighter, first.]
What's also useless is having stores when there's no way to restock them.
[After fishing a lighter out of his pocket, he plucked one of the guitar strings, causing a snippet of a pop song to echo loudly through the empty store.]