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Ruby City Mods ([personal profile] rubycitymods) wrote in [community profile] rubycity_ooc2012-11-30 03:50 pm
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Test-Drive Meme!

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!
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[personal profile] varisian_scholar 2012-12-04 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
Sometimes, a prison doesn't have bars or walls, or even shackles you can see.

[Oliver takes a breath and closes his eyes, and frowns.] Hm. There's a lot of memory here. No one will tell me why we were brought here though. And I get the feeling that, judging by the austere welcome, our hosts are not likely to make themselves easily known.

[Resting a hand on the hilt of his cutlass, he breathes out and runs a hand through his hair.]

But we might find a few more answers to our question if we explore a little. What do you say?

[personal profile] atropabelladonna 2012-12-04 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Very quietly: ] I know.

[ But just as she says it, she's quick to focus on the change of subject. ] You can sense that? [ Curiosity laces her tone. ] I suppose we could go... But I should come back here soon.
varisian_scholar: (daydream)

[personal profile] varisian_scholar 2012-12-04 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Oliver turns a sharp eye to her.] As do I. And yes, I can. The women of my people...well, my mother's people - are known for having the gift of Sight. For a man to be born with it is rare, but I was strange enough as it was. And I inherited it from my mother. My caravan was known for their fortune telling and psychics, and their music.

[Smiling lightly, he steps towards the door, never stepping ahead of her or behind her. He peers outside, and looks mildly impressed.]

I've never seen a city like this...but for a city, it's oddly empty. [He glances back at her.] Why would you want to come back here?

[personal profile] atropabelladonna 2012-12-04 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
That's very interesting. [ Lorelei means that, even if her tone could indicate some sort of absence, seeming disinterest. It's just the way she sounds - if she didn't care to know, surely she wouldn't have asked in the first place, nor would she have listened intently. ] Do you play an instrument?

[ Upon reaching the door she pauses, looks back and then, only then, looks towards the city. ] Hm... It is strange. And, ah... [ She bites her lip, looking back just one more time before taking a step towards the city streets. Perhaps it's best to move along. ] I am waiting for someone.
varisian_scholar: (curious)

[personal profile] varisian_scholar 2012-12-06 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
Well, it's not everyone's cup of tea, exploring, but it's in my blood. [Oliver smiles as he steps out into the street, and extends a hand cordially to her.]

I play violin - my father was known for his work. Doesn't look like it made it with me here, though. Pity! But if you're waiting for someone...how do you know they'll arrive at all?

[Oliver looks a bit apologetic.] I'm not trying to discourage you, but we arrived here by change and a healthy dose of magic, I'm guessing.

[personal profile] atropabelladonna 2012-12-07 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lorelei shifts her weight from one foot to the other, carefully considering her options for the shortest moment before she finally decides to step forward and, with a nod, take his hand. ]

I have never explored past the forest. [ The one she knew, of course. ] But it sounds fascinating. [ A pause as she collects her words. ] As does your musical talent.

[ However, he makes a good point and Lorelei cannot help but to look down at the pebbles on the ground, hunching her shoulders slightly in a vague semblance of a shrug. ] He never strays too far.