[voice] → "Eagerly I wished the morrow."

[bookworldly]

[Thursday's shoes have scarcely disturbed the soil of Luceti since its most recent Shifts. Her accustomed jogs around the grounds have wound down. She has not found herself out at the fringes of the forest or stood staring down streams. Her name has not lingered either on the library's ledgers or its logs for countless days

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[neverplaysfair]

A city.

[ My city. But that's all he says. ]

[bookworldly]

Which city?

[She'll match his brevity]

[neverplaysfair]

Shibuya, Tokyo.

[bookworldly]

Japan. [This is said by way of confirmation. She's gathering her thoughts - picturing what she remembers of Osaka.]

[neverplaysfair]

In fact. It's a city of creativity and vibrancy like no other.

[bookworldly]

What does it create?

[Already she has increased his word count exponentially. If she can narrow things down a little -- get him to talk about something he's passionate about..]

[neverplaysfair]

Whatever its residents want to create.