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Test Drive Meme!

Test Drive Meme

That's right! A test drive meme! This meme serves several purpsoes!

- Test drive a new muse! -- If you are considering apping a new character to Ruby City, you can comment with them here to try their voice out. Others (currently played characters and other potential characters) can respond. The same deal as usual. Post ICly. Your character can be newly arrived, or you can treat the thread as though they've been in the city for a long while. It's up to you!

- Test drive DreamWidth! -- We realize DreamWidth is new, so feel free to jump in, even with your current RC characters to start a thread and get accustomed to how DreamWidth feels to RP on. But please remember, any interaction from this meme will not count towards in-game CR. What happens in memes stays in memes.

- Stop the withdrawal! -- We anticipate that the move will slow down posting between our announcement of moving and the opening of the DreamWidth communities. So if you need your fix of your RC characters, toss 'em here for fun and games.

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(OOC: Not the very next character I want to app, but I know him well enough that he doesn't need a test drive, and I've been wondering if she's feasible if I go for three. So...)

[She had expected to wake in her room in the Tower, on the last morning of her life. Instead, she wakes in a strange little room that seems to be moving. There's a window, and yes, she's moving. It's like a carriage, except... She can't explain it.]

This is some kind of dream, or delusion. Something to help me cope with what is about to happen to me. It cannot be real.

[So she treats it as a dream, leaving the strange conveyance and finding herself in what she knows is a city, but not like any real one she knows. But it's not real.]

Is this your last revenge on me, Henry? For not giving you the son we both longed for, for not being that little blonde wench you adore? You will drive me mad as well as have me executed, as well as bastardize our daughter?

[She laughs, a wild, broken sound, and falls to her knees. Dream or delusion, it does not ease her pain on this day. For it will fade, and she will still have to face the scaffold.]

[Austria hadn't meant to be wandering the city, but on his outing to find food for the day's meal, he'd taken a wrong turn and had somehow found his way back around to the train station where this insane stay had all began. He is about to pass on by when a shift of movement catches his eye, and he turns, peering inside the train station. When he sees a woman on her knees on the platform, he has to suppress the gentlemanly urge to go to her side and ask her if she is well. She appears to be in a state of distress, and startling her might not be the most wise of decisions. He also noted her style of dress; he'd not seen garments like that in hundreds of years, though they clearly indicated that of a prisoner of sorts. Instead, he lingers in the doorway for a moment before speaking]

...Excuse me, Miss, but may I assist you in any way? [He attempts his best English, though he can't be for certain if she even speaks any language that he knows]

[Anne looked up, a sharp retort on the tip of her tongue, but the fact that the man seemed to have actual sympathy for her made her change her mind. His accent reminded her of her days in the Archduchess Margaret's court, some of the nobles there... She couldn't place the country offhand, though.]

I... I don't understand, the Tower... I was to die today, Henry sentenced me to...

[No. She had to calm herself - she would not fall apart still further with a witness. So Anne took a deep breath and stood, her movements still carrying some her usual grace, learned in France and perfected as England's - Henry's - Queen.]

This place cannot be real, and yet I don't understand how my mind could invent such a strange delusion. Anything you can tell me would be appreciated.

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[Tower? Henry? An execution, then, it seemed. Austria felt as though these terms should have had more significance to him, but he couldn't quite place his fingers on why. Stepping a bit closer to her, he shed his jacket and draped it over his arm. In contrast to her Renaissance garments, he was wearing a waistcoat and cravat with slacks; far more modern that what she would be used to. Still, he kept his expression calm and courteous. She carried herself with the air of royalty, there was no mistaking that.]

This place...is hard to explain. Even I do not understand it, for I have only been here a month or so myself. I am afraid that it is far from a delusion, however.

[He offers her his coat; the cold hardly bothers him, after all]

Here, Miss, please take this. It is quite cold today.

This place is called Ruby City, and we are all captives here, brought from many different places.

[Anne looked over what he was wearing; she had a keen eye for fashion in her own time, and his clothes were quite odd to her mind, but she could tell there was a style to them. She smiles when he offers her his coat.]

Thank you, good sir. It's odd - it's May 19th, but I would swear it was the dead of winter...

[It actually seems to be so, here. How strange. And whatever he says, she is not yet convinced that it isn't a delusion, but if it is... It's strange, but anything is better than the cruel reality of her life. So she almost doesn't care.]

Ruby City? And, you say there are many people here? Do you know why?

[She glances around again, still trying to make sense of such an unfamiliar setting.]

Though a captivity here seems better than my own in the Tower of London. I was to be executed today; my own husband signed the warrant, and the charges... I'm sorry, I shouldn't say such things of the King.

May 19th? Here, it is in January, though I'm uncertain of the year. I realize that is strange, but...The people here are from all different points in time, as difficult as that is to grasp. [He respectfully drapes the coat over her shoulders and steps back to give her space, but his expression is sympathetic. The time issue befuddles him as well.]

As for why..I can't say. Our captors choose to remain anonymous, and their motives unknown. There are some who know who they are and why, but refuse to give us the information.

[Ah, he was right about execution, but when she mentions the Tower of London, Henry being not only her husband, but the King...he stops. Something in his mind is hardwired to handle royalty and imperials, and he immediately stiffens, a bit flustered]

Ah. You are Queen, forgive me, Your Majesty, I did not mean to show you any disrespect. [Even a condemned Queen demanded respect, especially from a nation, though he found it odd that a royal would be sent to die by her own husband]

January? Well, that would explain the weather...

[January. When Katherine died, when she lost her boy. But, no, she did not want to think of that.]

Well, whatever the reason, I for one have a cause to be grateful that I'm here, I suppose...

[She laughs bitterly when he calls her a queen and apologizes for disrespect.] Half of Europe thinks I'm just the King's whore, and he annulled our marriage, so technically I'm not really Queen anymore. I'm just Anne Boleyn, really.

[The King's wh... That name. Austria stiffens once more; Anne Boleyn. He knew that name; he remembered it well from his youth. The King of England breaking from the Vatican in order to divorce Catherine of Aragon. He recalls how furious Spain was; the two had been married at the time. He never once thought he would meet her in person...It made him feel old, in a way, and just a touch guilty for thinking so poorly of this woman during those far flung years.]

Miss Boleyn, I will refer to you by whatever you wish me to. Here, you will find no King Henry, though I can't guarantee your stay will be as pleasant. You may call me Roderich.

[She notices the change in posture, and hides the rueful smile. She'd expected that reaction, really.]

Well, Roderich, just call me Anne, it's simpler. And I'm sure anything is better than being hours from the scaffold.

[Anne. Only among his own royalty had he called them by their first names; he had been one of the only ones outside of the imperial family to have such a privilege. Nodding his head politely, he gestured to the door]

Well, then, Miss Anne, royalty to not, a lady still deserves respect, and a warm place to stay. It's not much, but I live in a theatre not far from here. If you would like to follow me, I can give you something warm to drink, or something to eat, and attempt to explain this madness to you further.

[Anne smiles at him, a real smile. She's starting to relax just a little, odd as that seems considering what's happened. But, honestly, for her it's a reprieve, and if Roderich didn't know who she was... Maybe others won't?]

Thank you, I'd like that. This is all quite... baffling.

[Austria recalls how he had felt rather adversely to this young lady when she had been alive in his recollection, and seeing her in such a fashion and actually understanding some of her perception made him feel a bit guilty for condemning her all those years ago. He also wasn't sure how England would handle seeing her should he happen upon her. Still, he gestures politely to the exit with a cordial nod]

Miss Anne, if you would follow me. The theatre is not far from here, but I must warn you. There are many things that you will see that you will be...unaccustomed to. Here, there are many technologies and the like that you will be unfamiliar with, and I do not want to startle you.

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