[General Log] Tuning Towers, Sept. 22 onward.

[theearth]

Who: Any and all!
Where: The site of Tuning Towers (and/or en route accordingly), at the heart of the business district in Locke City's downtown.
When: September 22nd and onward.
What: Following that mysterious buzzing sound to its strongest point! Perhaps you made plans with numbered associates for a trip downtown, or perhaps you went a-wandering alone to follow the noise yourself - surely you'll hardly be the only one.



[Tuning Towers, the third-largest building in the United States and Locke City's most prominent feature, from a tourist perspective in one sense and quite literally by another - look up and marvel, if you will, should you not be a bit too distracted by the circumstances.

Even if you needed to focus to tune into the buzzing in your brain at the start of whatever trip you took, you'll find that by the time you come close enough to the tower to feel a rising sensation of tremors beneath your feet - unnoticed, as far as one can tell, by the crowds, which almost never lack presence around the building - you'll be able to hear it very easily without even trying. It isn't terribly intrusive in the first couple of days after the return of the lights in the sky. As September moves on and into October, however, the intensity will grow all the more overbearing.

It is, indeed, even worse if you enter the building - only the ground floor is accessible to the unauthorized by the tower's maintenance and management or personnel of the companies making use of it. Apart from that, among the indoor crowds, you'll find nothing unusual on the ground floor - and if you'll find that the buzzing loses its strength the higher you go if you take a trip up to one of the observation floors.]

Comments

October 1st

[respecting]

[After Neku told him about the towers, Beat finally decided to come check it out himself - after all, the buzzing in his head is starting to get really damned loud. He's taken his skateboard out to make it quicker.

Of course, once the tremors start, his balance on it falters. Big time. He may be heading for a crash before he even gets his echo.]

[counterclock]

[After being attacked by a fucking chicken monster and publicly humiliated for it it should surprise no one that Avery is very unhappy to be going anywhere near the Tuning Towers again. But the fax machine is broke at her work and so they asked her to take these files over to the goddamn office that is located directly in--you guessed it--the Tuning fucking Towers.

So she's jamming on her skateboard, a file under her arm, looking none too happy about the situation. Her headphones are on her ears so she can staunchly avoid paying attention to the buzzing sound.]

[respecting]

[Shame that it blocks out other sounds, too. Such as this one.]

BWAAAAAH! Get out the way, yo!!

[The board swerves left and right as Beat attempts to steady it in the perceived earthquake. His impending wipeout is rapidly headed right towards that other skateboard! What are the odds!?]

[counterclock]

[No one ever forsaw this horrible thing happening!

That "no one" includes Avery, because she is squinting at her phone to change her music when Beat zeroes in on her, and doesn't start turning toward the shouting until it's way, way too late.]

What the fu-- [Bam.

(It's a good thing she has a good phone case.)]

[respecting]

[She didn't get out the way, yo! Crashing hard, they both end up sprawled on the ground.]

Ugggh... [He pulls himself up, though that was painful] You all right?!

[counterclock]

Man.

I am so sick of this life.

[Avery is laying facedown on the ground, mumbling into the pavement. Her sunglasses have been scattered elsewhere and her phone is facedown on the ground. She hasn't the heart to check whether or not the screen is still intact. Instead of responding to him, she continues to babble quietly to herself.] I will never go anywhere ever again without being knocked over, run into, pushed down, attacked, or otherwise physically assaulted by the world around me.

I'm not sure what I did to incur the universe's wrath but I wish it would take it back. Avery Strider is not here for this. Fuck, where's that fucking folder, this is not okay--

[respecting]

Uhhh... crap, I take it that's a no then.

[Wow, that is concerning. He'll just. Get that folder for her]

Here!

[counterclock]

[Without lifting her face off the ground, Avery senses an attempt to hand her the thing and gropes around for it without actually looking in his direction.]