Migration (heading south) [finished, closed]
Characters: Loz, Naminé, Toph, Natsuki, Dresden
Content: Loz is wandering south mostly along FDR Drive, more or less
Location: First Ave. & 36th St, more or less
Time of day: sometime in the middle of the game-start day
Warnings: Nothing at the moment
This city seemed more endless than Midgar. This was Loz's second day of moving slowly along the water's edge, roughly following a large road littered with stilled vehicles named "FDR Drive", with the water on his left. That would be to the east with him moving south, provided the sun rose in the east and set in the west here, but this was hell so there was no telling, really. The cross-streets were generally labeled with decreasing numbers; Loz wondered what was after the last street in the count-down, if anything.
It was slow going. Loz doubled back often, climbing between levels of road and stopping to watch for boats at the water's edge and avoiding tunnels and overhangs - there were things that liked dark places here, he'd noticed. And a mangled human corpse now and then. He figured that avoiding things that left mangled corpses on stairs to the underground were probably better to avoid.
Evidently someone had decided to be helpful and had started marking the entrances to the underground with "No-Man's Land", so someone else had reached the same conclusion. Nice to know.
It seemed like nothing moved here, for the most part. Cities this big weren't supposed to be this silent. When he left the road to explore a few cross-streets to look for food, he'd kicked in the heavy door of a small convenience store; it had taken longer and more effort than he'd thought it would, and he'd been sure that the noise would bring someone to investigate. He didn't see anyone, though.
The food here was awful. There were packaged cakes, but they seemed to be made out of clay icing and more shortening than flour. There were labeled cans, but he didn't see anything to open them with that wouldn't destroy the contents as well. There was bread, but it was stale and molding, and he was a little afraid of the jugs of milk - there were lumps in every single one he opened. Eventually, he settled on some cold "beef stew" (who knew what "beef" was, but it didn't taste that bad, if a bit greasy) and the least-spoiled fruit he could find in the baskets in the (non-functional) refrigeration units. There were also many drinks; some of them were very sweet and almost too thick to drink, but there were bottles of water. There was also something labeled "Amp" that tasted a bit like Potion and seemed to have a little of the same effect, energy-wise at least. He tossed the food he found into one of the plastic sacks from behind the counter and took it along.
A few blocks after a broken bridge, the road headed into another tunnel; he backtracked and left the highway on a cross street, skirting the overly large building complex that seemed to have caused the road to have to go underground. Signs proclaimed it the "United Nations Headquarters", but like so much else here, that made no sense.
Loz wondered if he'd somehow fallen into someone else's hell entirely. Not that he didn't still deserve it.
He stopped for a while under a tree at the edge of the street until his eyes stopped tearing up, and then turned south again, along "First" avenue. He wondered if it had been built first in this city, or what.
Not much to do but keep going, really, he thought as he crossed 36th street. He'd try for the highway again in a few blocks, and head north on it a little to make sure he hadn't missed anything, if it had resurfaced...
Content: Loz is wandering south mostly along FDR Drive, more or less
Location: First Ave. & 36th St, more or less
Time of day: sometime in the middle of the game-start day
Warnings: Nothing at the moment
This city seemed more endless than Midgar. This was Loz's second day of moving slowly along the water's edge, roughly following a large road littered with stilled vehicles named "FDR Drive", with the water on his left. That would be to the east with him moving south, provided the sun rose in the east and set in the west here, but this was hell so there was no telling, really. The cross-streets were generally labeled with decreasing numbers; Loz wondered what was after the last street in the count-down, if anything.
It was slow going. Loz doubled back often, climbing between levels of road and stopping to watch for boats at the water's edge and avoiding tunnels and overhangs - there were things that liked dark places here, he'd noticed. And a mangled human corpse now and then. He figured that avoiding things that left mangled corpses on stairs to the underground were probably better to avoid.
Evidently someone had decided to be helpful and had started marking the entrances to the underground with "No-Man's Land", so someone else had reached the same conclusion. Nice to know.
It seemed like nothing moved here, for the most part. Cities this big weren't supposed to be this silent. When he left the road to explore a few cross-streets to look for food, he'd kicked in the heavy door of a small convenience store; it had taken longer and more effort than he'd thought it would, and he'd been sure that the noise would bring someone to investigate. He didn't see anyone, though.
The food here was awful. There were packaged cakes, but they seemed to be made out of clay icing and more shortening than flour. There were labeled cans, but he didn't see anything to open them with that wouldn't destroy the contents as well. There was bread, but it was stale and molding, and he was a little afraid of the jugs of milk - there were lumps in every single one he opened. Eventually, he settled on some cold "beef stew" (who knew what "beef" was, but it didn't taste that bad, if a bit greasy) and the least-spoiled fruit he could find in the baskets in the (non-functional) refrigeration units. There were also many drinks; some of them were very sweet and almost too thick to drink, but there were bottles of water. There was also something labeled "Amp" that tasted a bit like Potion and seemed to have a little of the same effect, energy-wise at least. He tossed the food he found into one of the plastic sacks from behind the counter and took it along.
A few blocks after a broken bridge, the road headed into another tunnel; he backtracked and left the highway on a cross street, skirting the overly large building complex that seemed to have caused the road to have to go underground. Signs proclaimed it the "United Nations Headquarters", but like so much else here, that made no sense.
Loz wondered if he'd somehow fallen into someone else's hell entirely. Not that he didn't still deserve it.
He stopped for a while under a tree at the edge of the street until his eyes stopped tearing up, and then turned south again, along "First" avenue. He wondered if it had been built first in this city, or what.
Not much to do but keep going, really, he thought as he crossed 36th street. He'd try for the highway again in a few blocks, and head north on it a little to make sure he hadn't missed anything, if it had resurfaced...