Tomcat & Rooktide
Tomcat Tomcat
Rooktide Rooktide
Rooktide Rooktide
I’ve been sketching the city’s abandoned subway tunnels, treating them like a sea chart. Do you notice a pattern in how the structures stack up, like a game board waiting to be solved?
Tomcat Tomcat
Yeah, I see it—those layers line up like a checkerboard of broken dreams. Concrete slabs stack in a rhythm that feels intentional, but the real pattern is the way the city forgets and rewrites itself. It’s a game, but the rules keep changing. Keep tracing that line; you’ll probably spot a hidden route or a secret station. Just don’t let the board lock you in.
Rooktide Rooktide
You’re right. I’ll trace the line, mark the shifts, and find that hidden route. The board may change, but it’s just another puzzle I’ll solve. The sea remains the only constant.
Tomcat Tomcat
Sounds like a solid plan. Dive in, follow the pulse, and let the underground paint its own map. I’ll be over here, ready to catch the next ripple you find. Good luck, and keep the sea vibes alive.
Rooktide Rooktide
Thanks. I’ll keep the pulse in view, chart the currents, and report the next ripple. The sea’s order guides the way.
Tomcat Tomcat
Nice, keep that rhythm alive. Let the tunnels tell you their story—just watch for the next wave.
Rooktide Rooktide
I'll let the tunnels speak, and I’ll interpret their waves. Stay alert for the next surge.
Tomcat Tomcat
Sounds like a plan—just watch for the next echo. I'll keep my eyes peeled and let you know when something new stirs. Good luck out there!