poly_chromatic | [ 89th consult

|| morning at the hospital

[Anyone who's at the hospital might notice the head of oncology standing at a station with a nurse, reviewing some charts. It's good news, apparently, since after discussing the patient, he leans in and plants a dramatic, passionate kiss on her lips.

After a moment, he pulls back, slightly flustered - he hadn't intended to do that, clearly - but she's giggling and slips a paper in his labcoat pocket before heading on her way. He takes it out and glances at it. A number?

He blinks, and... puts it back in his pocket.]

|| evening in the city

[After one particularly eventful day, Wilson is on his way back to the apartment. He's rather accustomed to curses that come with kissing compulsions, after being in The City for so long, so while he's weary from the day, he's (mostly) taking it in stride as he makes his way through the square.]

[ooc: Hit him up pretty much anywhere. Slow tags and back tags expected as per slowatus, but I will answer all ♥ ]

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You know, I think that about sums it up. It's certainly good that we're not actually missing everything in our respective homes, but... it also means nobody realizes we're gone. A friend of mine was here for more than a year, before I got here, and I had no way of knowing that.

[A frown, and he shakes his head as he speaks almost to himself.]

And yet, it means that my city is not crumbling into the sea as I might have feared.

[Interesting phrasing there.]

Your city?

[Emphasis on "your".]

[A brief nod, and the hint of a small smile.]

My city. I own it. I designed it.

I suppose, then... all things considered, it's probably for the best that's on pause from your perspective.

[Huh.]

You know, even here, I can't say I've met too many people who can say they personally own cities.

I don't think there are many.

[He says it matter-of-factly, but there's pride in his voice, too.]

You'd find it interesting, I think. It's underwater.

Underwater? Really?

[Yes, he's interested. His brows arch slightly.]

There must be some impressive engineering behind that.

There is. Engineering is a particular interest of mine. I hired only the best, and did much of the initial design myself. I only wish everyone here could see it.

Well, you never know. The City has taken it upon itself, once or twice, to show us glimpses of our worlds.

Has it really...

[He doesn't sound as thrilled by that as he should, given his elaborate description of his city.]

It has - not as a legitimate way out, but... some of the illusions have been surprisingly accurate.

[But Ryan's response does seem incongruous, doesn't it? Wilson doesn't comment on it yet, but frowns slightly as he considers it.]

I imagine that only serves the purpose of making people feel more homesick than they already do.

[He'll try to paint it as homesickness. That should be effective.]

[He's not... totally sold on that, but he just nods, slightly. He'll let it pass for now, but he never lets anything like that go forgotten.]

Dangling what so many of us want the most just out of reach. Probably unsurprisingly, it's been a trap at least once.

A trap in what sense?

There was one specific instance, when the barrier around the City appeared to be cracked, and our homes were visible beyond it. But, when anyone actually passed through, they found themselves sealed in a crypt.

[He sighs, then purses his lips.]

Needless to say, I'd restrict myself to looking if something like that presents itself again.

A crypt... I imagine that left a bad taste in everyones' mouth.

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