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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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[Stiles had been nose deep in the bestiary when he heard a voice so familiar on the pocketwatch at his side, he almost didn't react to it. It had been almost a month since he'd been home, now, and as he was about to wave the voice off as a coincidence (or a trick of his mind, when someone called up the stairs for Stiles, when he'd shake his head and the thought of who it might have been twisted his stomach into knots), he stopped with his hand near the watch.

"My son, Stiles."

Stiles froze and turned to look at the video feed, scrambling to grab it and not drop it, his heart pounding so loud in his ears he thought he was going to be sick. He didn't turn his on, just stared at the face that was so familiar, the voice, his dad. His dad had been brought to the city.

It hit him like a punch in the gut and Stiles grabbed the pocket watch and shoved it in his pocket, not even bothering to put on a coat as he goes sprinting out of the house, feet crunching in the snow and his mind, for once, honed in on a singular thought, a singular person.

He didn't stop sprinting until he came up to the station--until he saw the Sheriff, that he was real.

It took Stiles two steps to cross the space in between them, and he wrapped his arms as tight as he could around his dad's shoulders in a hug, solidly, his fingers curling in the back of his familiar leather coat, hit with the scent of gunpowder and cologne and whiskey.

His dad was here. Here in the city.]

Dad.

_{[The Sheriff isn't surprised when he gets no response. He just assumes that it was an actual recording and not a live feed. He has no idea if it actually worked though, if his message would actually get anywhere. Technology is hard enough back home, what with those nifty touch screen cell phones and anything beyond the computer software he needs for work.

He hunches his shoulders and decides there's no use in just standing around there; it is rather cold and even in winter California isn't quite like this. His jacket even does little to help.

It's not long after that he sees someone running towards him in the distance. He doesn't even have to wonder who it is; he knows that's his son. The feeling of relief he has is completely overwhelming. And then Stiles closes the distance and all the Sheriff can do is pull his son into the tightest hug he can.]}

Stiles. You're here.

[The relief practically hits him like a punch in the gut as his dad's arm wrap around him, and he claps him on the shoulder, taking in a shaky breath. The last person he was expecting to show up in the city was his father, and he's thrilled about it--hell, the feeling of relief and happiness and shock hitting him all at once almost makes him dizzy. Instead, he inhales sharply, trying to keep his focus, and finally opens his eyes, slowly, pulling away just a little and starting to talk like his mind had been shifted into fifth gear.]

Dad, you're--I'm here, you're here! I can't believe you just--I just--dad! [Letting go of his shoulders, finally, he runs a hand through his hair, thicker and longer than before he left, and tries to lessen the mile wide smile on his face, tinged with joy and disbelief.

It hits him halfway through his excitement about everything else. Allison's different time point. Scott as a werewolf. Everything Stiles had done, every lie he told, hits him like a punch to the gut and he swallows thickly. Business first.] You're--you're gonna think I'm totally frickin' nuts, but, uh. What were you doing before you came here?

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