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polymods ([personal profile] polymods) wrote in [community profile] polylogs2021-11-01 03:04 pm

Time for a Cinnabon!

POLYMYTHOS: THE MALL

THE MALL


Ⅰ. ARRIVAL
You can read all about your character's arrival in the game lore.
You step off the ferry and find there is no beach. No, the concrete wharf opens up to a vast, flat plain of pavement. It goes on, and on, and on. Sodium lights on tall poles are spaced at regular intervals, and as you move forward you notice white lines painted in neat rows.Those of you from a typical earth world might recognise almost immediately that you are, in fact, in a giant parking lot.

Up ahead you can see a vast building, a long rectangle flanked on either end by an even larger square. In the very center there is a large, triangular glass awning hanging over an entranceway composed of several automatic doors. There is neon tubing running along the inside of the awning, lighting up the glass so it is a beacon shining across the expanse of pavement you’re crossing.

That’s right, Travellers. We’re going to The Mall.

The building is huge - it takes a good hour to walk from one anchor store to the other at the opposite end. There are stores selling damn near everything - clothes, housewares, books, kitchen supplies, movies and music, electronics - as well as hair salons, nail salons, and a ton of kiosks. The merchandise being sold seems to be from different decades - anywhere from the 1970s to the late 2000s. You can find almost anything you could want!

The flooring is faux marble, the pillars decorated with brass detailing halfway up their length. Potted palms are set at regular intervals. The mall’s concourse is huge and open, with a glass ceiling criss-crossed with metal supports. A fountain jets water coloured by lights into the air over and over in the center of the concourse.

Escalators and an elevator run up and down to the second floor, where the food court is, which is a heaven, provided you’re too worried about MSG. Food from across every conceivable world exists here - no matter where you’re from, you can find a fast-food version of something you’re familiar with. And there’s an Orange Julius!

Truly, a paradise. Kind of weird that the automatic doors won’t let you out the way you came in, but you have everything you need right here! Just be really careful on those escalators - wouldn’t want to get sucked under. And by the way, what’s that noise…?

Notes:
1. Please remember to mark threads appropriately with Content Warnings when necessary.

2. These prompts are a jumping off point - how they affect your character and their development is up to you.

3. Any food is safe to eat, and is consumable by non-human entities.

4. The people inside the mall are normal humans unless otherwise indicated. Killing them is possible and will affect the colour grading of your Scrywatch depending on the situation.

5. Have fun!



Ⅱ. BLACK FRIDAY
CW: violence, mob mentality
One of the mall anchors is a huge department store that sells everything under the sun. As you walk through the empty aisles, you’ll notice that there are signs hung everywhere that read “SALE!” Indeed, prices seem to have been drastically reduced. The place seems eerily calm, however; you can’t see any shoppers anywhere.

But if you walk close to the exterior entrance on the far side of the store, you will see them if you look outside.

Hundreds upon hundreds of people pressed up against the glass doors. With a start you see that all of them, from children to the elderly, are missing their eyes. Black, empty sockets stare sightlessly ahead. Store employees, recognisable by their red smocks, stand at the ready.

“Alright, let’s open her up!” one of them shouts, and the employees move to unlock the doors. Immediately the crowd surges forward. The employees pull each other out of the way moments before they can be trampled. The mob rushes through the entranceways, stampeding towards… towards…

Oh. You.

The mob lacks any empathy; people push and climb over one another, uncaring if anyone falls to the ground. You’re pretty sure several of them are actually being crushed beneath people’s feet. Oddly, they aren’t screaming in pain. People’s mouths are moving, but only to form certain words:

“FLATSCREEN!”

“INTELLIVISION!”

“TICKLE-ME-ELMO!”

They are only screaming what it is that they want. They are single minded in their purpose, and don’t care who they hurt in their pursuit.

Make your way to the entrance that opens into the mall and you’ll be greeted with a nasty sight: the gates are closed. No matter what you do to them, they won’t budge an inch, impervious to brute strength, magic, superpowers. That means you’ll have to find another way out if you don’t want to join in the bloodshed. Maybe there’s a ventilation system or a loading bay...

There’s a chance you could just hide out until the sale ends - a store this vast has more than enough food and drink to sustain you, and you could probably get a good night’s sleep in a camping display if it isn’t torn apart by rabid consumers. Just be careful, because the longer you spend trapped in the department store the more likely you are to turn into one of them: mindlessly screaming what it is you want as you tear the store apart.

Notes:
1. There may be a few Black Friday shoppers loose in the mall, but primarily they stick to the department store.

2. Your character might find a way into the mall again, or the parking lot outside. However they manage that is up to you!

3. If your character does turn into a consumer drone, they can be changed back by being taken out of the department store. Maybe go chill out by the fountain in the concourse or get some chilli fries in the food court.



Ⅲ. UNDERGROUND PARKING
CW: potential starvation, dehydration
If the two floors of the mall are for eating and shopping, where do the down escalators go? Unsurprisingly they lead to an underground parking lot. More surprisingly, if you choose to enter the lot you’ll find yourself suddenly transported to the inside of a car. What car? Any car! It sure isn’t yours! It’s locked and you can’t get the doors or windows to open. Even trying to break your way out is futile.

Thank goodness you have a way to call for help: your ScryWatch! Although you can still access the public network, your ScryWatch will also now function as a private one-to-one device like a phone or a walkie talkie. You can ask a friend to come and help you!

The second person entering the lot won’t be magicked away, but a friendly mall employee will stop you and hand you a set of keys. Clearly they go to a car… but which one? Better start pressing that alarm button, huh?

The parking lot is massive. The party in the car would be wise to describe what they can see to their seeker. After all, teamwork makes the dream work! You sure don’t want to be stuck in a warm car for a couple of days!

Notes:
1. Your character can post/call the network or text/call an individual - in the latter case nobody else can read or hear the conversation.

2. The car might have some goldfish crackers or something in the glove box, or maybe an old gatorade bottle on the floor, but there’s not going to be enough to survive on for any length of time.



Ⅳ. MANNEQUIN
CW: automatonophobia
As you walk through the mall, you’ll see plenty of window displays. Gleaming cookware turning on pedestals under mellow lights, toys going round and round in fake wonderlands, personalised miniature license plates - although they’re all out of Borts - and of course plenty of stylish clothes draped over countless mannequins.

It’s always fun to window shop, isn’t it? Which is how you will come to notice that some of the mannequins look awfully familiar.

Everyone has, at some point in their life, treated someone like they weren’t real outside of what you wanted them to be. The romantic interest you put on a pedestal, the friend you only called when you needed them, or the poor bastard in the office who never did anything to you but who you hated on because it made you feel better. The mannequins greatly resemble that person or persons.

No matter which window you pass, they’re there. It looks like they’re watching you. But that’s silly, isn’t it?

With every mannequin you pass, the more your unease grows. Eventually the feeling of being watched is so great that it’s overwhelming. A sense of guilt grows alongside your paranoia, gnawing at your guts until you feel physically ill. Maybe if you apologise to the dummies for treating them like objects?

Or maybe if you just break all of them into pieces.

Notes:
1. Stating how you have wronged the person the mannequin resembles and apologising will cause the guilt and paranoia to vanish. But then, so will breaking them.

2. Could the mannequins sneak up on you? Move when you’re not looking? Sure! the floor, but there’s not going to be enough to survive on for any length of time.

Come on Jessica, come on Tori! Let's go to the mall, you won't be sorry!


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unkindled_madness: (arms folded)

[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2021-11-02 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
They are recessed. The blade is too wide.
neverwither: (It killed the cat)

Chloe | Detroit: Become Human

[personal profile] neverwither 2021-11-02 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Ia. TECHNO TECHNO TECHNO

Glad to be rid of the carnival, a mall is an environment Chloe can get on board with much more easily. Sure, it won’t be just a mall but – shopping! For all her creator’s flaws, monetary generosity isn’t one of them (a net worth of 120 billion dollars makes for little need to be frugal). Frittering money away has never been encouraged but she is admittedly used to the getting and having of things. With most of her purchasing being done online, there’s an element of wonder at being able to wander around to see and touch and be in amongst all the things.

Need some advice or outside opinion? An android who’s happy to play personal shopper is at your service.

One place she can be found is in amongst the electronics. Sorry to anyone who wanted to check out that display iPad as she’s pretty much commandeered it. Nor does she seem to need to use her hands to flick or scroll through anything on said iPad. Currently, she’s watching what appears to be a video of a ballet performance. With the odd angle indicating a view from the box seats, it has the feel of bootleg (albeit a very high quality one).



Ib. KISS FROM A ROSE

The magical mall continues to giveth unto Chloe as she passes a place advertising to come on in and make your own music video. Well. It would be rude not to, wouldn’t it? It’s not exactly the karaoke bar of her dreams but it definitely sounds fun. Or her brand of fun when dork-mode is enabled, anyway. Singing is good for the soul (even when you aren’t sure you have one) and it’s bound to be entertaining in one form or another so really, will it be that bad?

A question anyone passing might want to ask themselves as Chloe hopefully looks out for someone to join her. There's only a 52.7% chance that she'll want to do Britney so the odds are almost in your favour. Pals (or extremely accommodating strangers) don’t let pals make terrible green screen choices alone.



IV. LET ‘EM SAY WE’RE CRAZY

As all good things must come to an end, so must Chloe’s enjoyment of the latest island. Strolling around, she notices how a men’s store mannequin looks kind of… off. A processing error? Possibly. Maybe there are a few kinks still being worked out from her grand adventure in breaking her programming. Or maybe its just… these places being these places.

Each time she goes by a window, the more aware she becomes that she wasn’t wrong. The mannequins all have the appearance of a somewhat dishevelled middle aged man. All staring at her. All watching her. Keen eyes that see through things.

What do they see? She knows. Oh, she knows. And he must know, too. That’s why she’s being watched. Her thirium pump pounds wildly in her chest, face flushed its light blue as her LED spins red.

That man… Without him, there's a chance she would be dead. Or something that isn’t her. A great man she’s grateful to.

Yes. That’s what she sees him as. All she sees him as. Not as her ticket out.

To avoid the gaze, she ducks behind a pillar and presses her back against it, eyes squeezed shut. She can feel them still, staring.

A man. A badge. A title. A ticket out.



WILDCARD

[ Want to choose your own adventure? Catch me at [plurk.com profile] another_thoughts_hat or via PM and we can do a thing! ]
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[personal profile] necrosavior 2021-11-02 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
That sounds great!!! Thanks.
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[personal profile] mewnifestos 2021-11-02 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
No. Or, I mean, I haven't.

[ He wasn't looking specifically, though, and - well. There's another problem with that, isn't there? ]

Where do you suppose they'd keep books on magic, if they had them?
unkindled_madness: (ping)

[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2021-11-02 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Now that gets his attention. Here he was operating on emotion, looking for a book by the one person he can acknowledge caring about, when he may have access to things of an extremely practical value.

He's been reluctant to ask any one person to do it, but if he could attempt to learn magic on his own, in private?]


...I suppose that depends on how the people here view magic. Is it fictional, or educational? [He hasn't moved away from the shelf, but his eyes have lifted to skim for the signs he can see from here.]
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[personal profile] helpdesk_hero 2021-11-02 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
I see. That's a problem. Seems we'll need another approach to this. Any chance there is something else that can be used, or that you can use the knife to cut down to use?
unkindled_madness: (head in hand)

[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2021-11-02 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
As the car is seemingly impervious

probably not.
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[personal profile] helpdesk_hero 2021-11-02 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
I see. Well, I suppose your best chance is rescue from outside, isn't it?
unkindled_madness: (arms folded)

[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2021-11-02 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
That seems inadvisable.
mewnifestos: (Default)

[personal profile] mewnifestos 2021-11-02 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Fictional? I should hope not.

[ How insulting that would be. And given the island itself, no less - no one around here could claim that this place operates sans magic without having more than a few screws loose.

Anders turns and peers down between the aisles again, disappearing around the corner a second later. ]


But they should be easy to spot, either way. They're all written by First Enchanter this or Senior Enchanter so-and-so. Apostates don't tend to see a lot of their works widely printed, funnily enough.
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[personal profile] helpdesk_hero 2021-11-02 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, if you can't break your way out, and you don't have the tools to pop the steering column, then you're sort of screwed. Because you also clearly can't break the inner casing off the door to get to the physical parts of the lock.
neverwither: (Smile for the cameras)

I. Shopping Buddies!

[personal profile] neverwither 2021-11-02 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
( Is this Sephiroth having a browse through clothing? Oh, what an intriguing day indeed. Well, it is for Chloe. Hopefully it will be a suitably useful and tolerably acceptable one for him. At least none of the items have not-exactly-griffins embroidered on them.

Yet.

Going over to him, she’s all smiles and obviously just about to ask if she can help him. Except he isn’t so fond of that behaviour and so she reframes the question. )


Are you looking for something specific? Or just adrift in the sea of v-necks and crew necks and scoop necks?
unkindled_madness: (confused)

[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2021-11-02 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[He does seem... slightly adrift, yes. He can guess what a v-neck is but otherwise he's not sure what she's talking about.

Does he even want a shirt? They might go someplace where it's winter, so maybe. He's definitely only looking at the black ones.]


...it seemed prudent to obtain a few changes of clothing, while we have the opportunity.
unkindled_madness: (arms folded)

[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2021-11-02 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Someone else entering the garage may become trapped as well.

...though I suppose these traps are typically designed for pairs.


[Maybe it's waiting for his "partner" to arrive before providing some form of instruction as to which part of his soul it would like him to bare today.]
unkindled_madness: (reading)

[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2021-11-02 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sephiroth hesitates, but if he hasn't found any of Gast's work here, it's possible that may be in another section as well.

He moves on, searching out promising labels for either. Perhaps "Education and Reference"?]


I'm afraid I'm not really familiar with your hierarchy.
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[personal profile] mewnifestos 2021-11-02 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Not mine, the Chantry's.

[ Anders flaps a hand dismissively, as he pokes his head between shelves, looking for something familiar. Luckily, most of these books are printed in bizarrely smooth jackets, the lettering on them strangely uniform and colorful - nothing like Thedosian practice. ]

They're all arbitrary titles, anyway. Survive enough torment, grovel convincingly enough, and they'll make you sound more important than the rest of the rabble. Give you a few extra inches of leash.

[ He's moving along at a decent pace, until a darkly colorful alcove catches his eye, nearly hidden behind another row of shelves. Magic and the Occult. Charming. ]

Oh, look here - we have a whole nook!
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Gideon Nav | The Locked Tom | OTA

[personal profile] necrosavior 2021-11-02 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Ⅰ. ARRIVAL
OOC: Harrow mentions/actions made with permission

What Gideon is mentally calling Third Island resembles Canaan House in a structural sense. It is a massive sprawl of hallways with more rooms than Gideon cares to count squashed together. These doors are (generally) open, though the ones out of the structure are locked. While alarming, this too is like Canaan House once the skeletons had pushed the shuttles down into the water. Like Canaan House, Harrow decides the first course of action is to map all the rooms to create their own scrawled authenticated maps. Gideon points to the maps already provided. Harrow nabs one for the details she considers important and Gideon grabs a backup because she doubts they agree on what's important and the first will likely be ritually drowned in ink.

The process takes hours. Harrow furiously writes down her notes, and Gideon jots locations for bedding supplies (of the bag variety), food, clothing that looks cool, warm, and/or comfortable, soap not made from people, dirty books, and makeshift weapons. In all, it hasn't been a bad idea to map the place because she is making record time power walking between the noted stores to build up necessary supplies. No one else is running or even jogging, with ever increasing bulk of bags (the Ninth House panniers could actually be useful for once) so she leaves a morning run for... well, the next morning. It gives her some time initially on her own, able to run into people.

She can also be found the next morning jogging around the mall.

Ⅱ. BLACK FRIDAY
Sometimes it pays to be built like a rock. Gideon weathers the initial rush of people standing firm. Seeing people get trampled makes her swim upstream. She's firm, and people don't care to get back at her. It's not like she's holding anything they want. The trampled people don't approach saying thank you or noticing her at all. As soon as they're up, they're off toward whatever it is they want, even with a broken arm, a bloody and broken nose, a head injury, etc.

It's ridiculous. In a Second House kind of way if the goods were Blood of Eden terrorists and they were killing them.

The doors back into the mall are locked too now. Gideon—don't tell Harrow—wishes she had Harrow's annotated map. She skirts around the store with the vague inkling that they saw other doors or entrances/exits. Somewhere. It's a lot harder to tell in the throng of people, but Gideon's used to things being a slow wrenching process. No one's even trying to shoot her with a crossbow.

Ⅳ. MANNEQUIN
CW: mentioned child neglect/abuse, mentioned murder/attempted murder (of children) likely in comments to come

Gideon halts suddenly in the hallway on her third lap of the mall. Slowly, she steps back and back and back until she reaches a set of displays she is asbo-fucking-lutely sure wasn't there on her last lap. They couldn't have been there during the map making process, surely? Gideon frowns. Would Harrow have said something? Would she ask Gideon to confirm something is only in her head? Harrow isn't here, so unless crazy catches when you share a headspace, it's real. At least, as real as the mirror magic on Second Island.

Even though the great-aunts and Crux are as still and dead as the reverend father and reverend mother have been for the last seven (eight?) years, they look far too at peace. Crux doesn't deserve to look at peace like Harrow brought him personally to the Mithraeum to smugly flip her off from the ceiling. It does fit that he looks more alive dead than he looked as a living breathing person. Stylish veils cover the great-aunts' faces. Even blind, they recoiled from her for as long as Gideon remembers. Prayer beads hang from each hand; whenever Gideon looks away she hears the clacking sound that echoed through Drearburgh. When she looks back, the great-aunts are as still as can be. Pelleamena and Priamhark are posed pulling back, as though worried Gideon will break the glass and brush their fitted black formal wear.

Her heart rate spikes at this mockery, at the same age-old treatment Gideon has known her whole life. She hasn't forgotten it, but the bright painful life and un-life at Canaan House and in Harrow and the generously peopled (and insected) islands has made it easier to forget. For a day, a week, every night when Harrow sleeps holding her tightly. Words said an eon ago haunt her. The more you struggle against the Ninth, Nav, the deeper it takes you; the louder you curse it, the louder they’ll have you scream.

Gideon curses. The memories of working with Harrow, of fighting constructs, cajoling a dinner out of her, of everything Ninth she felt keenly the month before bites her. She bites her lip. "I won't scream," Gideon declares to the missing mannequin. She says to no one. Her fingers reach for her sword, but it's not there. The machete is, but even Gideon Nav hesitates before smashing a glass window. Instead, she's stuck, not able to just walk away, not able to stand the mannequins in the windows, not willing to smash the whole display (for the attention it would draw).

Quietly, Gideon fumes from the middle of the hall, with her back to an informational stand.
Edited (grammar) 2021-11-03 00:04 (UTC)
unkindled_madness: (curiosity)

[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2021-11-03 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
Hm.

I suppose a leash is still a leash.

[At Anders' discovery, Sephiroth follows him to the "nook."]

The "occult," is it? [Well, it's a better classification than myth. He tilts his head, looking over the titles to see if anything stands out. Something... introductory, perhaps. He'll contain his interest while Anders is there.]
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[personal profile] mewnifestos 2021-11-03 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
I think we want the magic side, actually.

[ Not that there's any delineation. But he's only a little offended by this classification, and the colorful, almost childish décor adorning the crowded alcove of books.

Here it's a little harder to discern real leather-bound from faux, but after a short while perusing, Anders plucks something from a lower shelf. ]
A-ha!

[ But - oh. His expression falls, but only slightly. It's something from home, or at least a viable facsimile, and that's worth some excitement. Despite his criticism for the tome on offer. ]

Wenselus? What am I, a child?
unkindled_madness: (curiosity)

[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2021-11-03 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Sephiroth isn't expecting to find anything familiar here himself. Of course magic exists in his world, but anything written by true magic users is lost to time or language barriers. Writing on practical materia use isn't widely published, and it's useless here anyway.]

Something for beginners, I take it?

[He isn't interested. Not at all. Let him just make particular note of the author and the appearance of the cover.]
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[personal profile] mewnifestos 2021-11-03 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
Mm. Most of these lectures are on the basic principles of magic, the kind of thing they drill into your head before they let you conjure so much as a spark.

[ Still, he flips through the pages, pausing on familiar diagrams and passages just for the nostalgia of it. ]

Though there is some interesting research on rifts, as well. And a simmering resentment for certain aspects of the Circle's religious teachings that I always found rather endearing.
unkindled_madness: (curiosity)

[personal profile] unkindled_madness 2021-11-03 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
There is something to be said for basic principles. There are too many in my world who attempt to use magic without understanding the first thing about it.

[He watches the pages turning. Casual observation.]

What are rifts?
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[personal profile] mewnifestos 2021-11-03 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
We don't really have a choice, in mine.

[ And if asked, Anders is still not sure he wouldn't have preferred to have to stumble through learning on his own, simply to have avoided the tragedy of his life.

Instead of lamenting further, though, he simply continues flipping pages, eventually coming upon the topic at hand and pausing on the page. ]


Tears in the Veil. Thin spots between the mortal world and the Fade, more or less, where demons occasionally leak through.
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Roxy Spaulding| Gen13 | OTA

[personal profile] gravity_grrl 2021-11-03 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
Ⅰ. ARRIVAL:

"OH MY GAAAAAAAAWD!"

You would think that Roxy is having a religious experience from the amount of joy that comes forth out of her mouth when she steps inside the giant mall, well I mean, it's pretty close to that. As a self proclaimed Mall Bunny this is one of her favorite places to be and helps her feel almost normal and like she's home.
She's all but bouncing with excitement and should you be nearby you should prepare yourself because this girl knows how to shop and will drag you along with her....

Ⅱ. BLACK FRIDAY:

Not only does Roxy love to shop but she also loves a good deal so when she sees all the massive SALE signs in the department store she can't help herself, she has to pop in. Which turns out to be a horrible mistake when she sees the screaming hordes of eyeless people.

"Holy shit!" She squeaks as the awful crowd surges forward, "What the fuck do we do?"

Ⅳ. MANNEQUIN:

Usually Roxy loves window shopping, it was one of her main sources of entertainment when she was young as she grew up poor but that didn't matter because you didn't ever need money to look at all the new fashion trends.
Looking was always free.

But there's something not quite right about the last few stores she's walked past, for one thing the mannequins are all starting to look the same. Which okay, most times they all look pretty similar but the look that they are all starting to have isn't your normal blank canvas type of look.
They are all suddenly starting to look familiar....

They are all starting to look short, muscular and like her ex-boyfriend.

"Oh shit."

Ⅳ. WILDCARD: Want to do something totally different? Hit Roxy up, also feel free to switch to brackets if prose isn't your style.