Test-Drive Meme!

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TEST-DRIVE MEME

Maybe you've considered appping a new character but you're not sure how well they would adjust to the in-game scenario? Well, here's a chance to give it a try!

• Post with a character journal you'd like to voicetest or you've considered apping to Ruby City. Feel free to play them as newcomers or as if they've been here for a while - the setting is your own choice.

•Respond to other threads with new characters or with characters who are already in the game.

• Explore different interactions, find castmates, develop possible CR - anything you want, as long as you have fun!

Comments

[bien_aimee]

But.. Why? [ But Belle knows why and it prompts her to shake her head almost as if she were discarding the question. ] He's not dangerous. [ Well, he most certainly could be. ] We've been getting along lately. We- we've shared the same house for a couple of weeks and...

[ A frown. Alright, maybe this is going a little too far in proving her point. ]

[fairdeal]

[Excuse him for a moment there, because he thinks he just heard her say she's staying under the same roof as that man. His eyebrows knit closer together, and he's not really smiling anymore.]

You're living with him?!

[bien_aimee]

[ Oh.
Oh, no she really did go too far with that. ]

W-well... [ Is there any way to explain it that won't make it all ten times worse. Look at her, she looks apologetic in the least. ] I didn't think it would be a problem. Would you rather I spent my time alone, holed up somewhere?

[fairdeal]

[He pulls away a little now, just one hand barely resting on her arm. He shakes his head slightly, still frowning.]

Of course not, Belle. But how did you not see how dangerous this could be? You don't even know him... [Gold cuts himself short because... well she did go with him back when they made their deal, and Rumpelstiltskin, The Dark One, puts the very definition of 'dangerous' to shame.]

This man-- once he realizes who you are, he's going to try to kill you.

[bien_aimee]

He- he won't! [ She shakes her head. This isn't an attempt to argue with him, as much as it's a feeble attempt to reason with him... Somehow. ] I know it doesn't make sense, but last I saw him, I was... [ In a tower. ] He had a hook for a hand. But, but not this time.

You have nothing to worry about. [ She offers a smile and, meek as it may be at this very moment, it should be worth something. ] I promise.

[fairdeal]

[He doesn't look as angry as he does confused now, as he processes her words.] You mean to tell me he's from before we... he still has his hand?

[bien_aimee]

Yes, exactly. [ A nod. But then, Belle realises his question and gives him a puzzled look. ] How do you know about his hand? Is that why he wanted to kill you?

[fairdeal]

Not because of that. [His expression changes a little, and he purses his lip as he now regrets saying that.] Well, not just because of that.

[bien_aimee]

Why, then? [ Does she even want to know. ]

[fairdeal]

It's complicated. [That sounds even worse, and she's already staring at him with that look on her face.] It was a long time ago.

[bien_aimee]

A deal gone wrong? [ It sounds unlikely, but it's best to hope for that than something worse. Belle isn't pressing for an answer, but she's undoubtedly curious. ] You don't have to worry about that here.

[fairdeal]

I do not make deals with that man. [He smiles a little at her, glad she's not pressing further into it.]

Worry about deals, or about him? [Because he doesn't worry about deals; he thrives thanks to them.]

[bien_aimee]

I hardly think you'd worry about deals. [ He is, after all, Rumpelstiltskin; she smiles, offering a breathy little laugh. ] I meant him. He's not-- he won't cause you any trouble.

[fairdeal]

I sincerely hope not.

[He still has one problem with this situation, though.] However, I am still not comfortable with him spending his nights so near.

[bien_aimee]

[ She can't blame him. ]

Well, what do you suggest? I can't-- exactly agree to force him to live on the streets.

[fairdeal]

He's a pirate; I'm sure he's slept in worse conditions.

[Don't worry, he's only being half serious.]

[bien_aimee]

[ Half-serious doesn't meant completely reassuring.

Then again it's better than nothing. ]

He hasn't exactly been sleeping at the foot of my bed, you know.

[fairdeal]

[He arches his eyebrows at that, smiling dryly.] I should hope not.

[bien_aimee]

We share a ceiling. Not a room. [ She'd call him silly but that's hardly fitting. ] If you object to it, then surely you can find a... Harmless solution to the dilemma.

[fairdeal]

[Gold furrows his eyebrows for a second, before relaxing into a small smile.] No. It's quite alright, my love. I am just fearing for you.

Perhaps I can stay over as well, if there is enough space. I would feel more comfortable if I can keep... an eye on him.

[bien_aimee]

You have nothing to worry about, I promise. [ And there's that tiny but oh so hopeful smile of hers - when her lips curve at the corners but she bites her lower lip and gives him this look that implies how certain she is and all she asks is for a little bit of trust. ] There's always enough room for you.

[fairdeal]

[Easier said than done; he'll worry either way.]

Good, I'm glad to hear. [He leans over - remembering when she is from as he does so - and kisses her just at the upturned corner of her lips.]

[bien_aimee]

[ All she hopes for is the chance to avoid conflict. But even that thought vanishes from her line of thought once he leans in so close; she can feel her heart beating much faster and admittedly it makes her feel nervous.

She lingers, equal parts enjoying the proximity and slightly scared. This is undoubtedly overwhelming and in the end she lets out a little laugh, anxious as it may be, as she turns ever so slightly in a very subtle, only half-unconscious attempt to press her lips to his. ]

[fairdeal]

[It still surprises him a little - it always does, how easily she reciprocates everything he does - but he doesn't hesitate on the kiss, this time a little different than that other first time. Not as longing and bittersweet, just... a faint brush, and he's pulling away, eyes closed and forehead resting on hers.]