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rubycity_ooc2013-02-28 11:39 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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[She takes a sip from her mysterious drink (yes, she removed the straw, it looked too odd) and whatever she has expected, that isn't it. It's written all over her face.]
Though I begin to assume wine would allow me to reach my goal faster.
[Giving him a sharp look, she pretty much decides that it is save to drink around him - it is impossible to get so drunk.]
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[ Sit back and learn from the master, sweetheart.
You know what, this'll go better if he comes and joins you at your table. You didn't invite him, you say? Well, you were probably going to in a matter of seconds anyway.
No?
Well, tough. ]
The rather wonderful state that we call inebriation comes in a veritable plethora of shades, my dear lady.
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In public.
She rises an eyebrow at him invading her table, but doesn't say anything against it. This has the potential of getting really interesting.]
And red is so much superior to blue. [Vive le France.] I assume you live here?
[She has never seen him outside the bar. Not once.]
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And red might be the superior color, but I suspect blue will knock you out faster. They're deceptive as all hell, those oddly colored drinks they serve here. You think they taste like nothing but fruit juice and then you wake up in a fountain with your trousers on your head and a very angry duck quacking in your ear and no memory of how in the world you got there.
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What a wonderful, detailed cautionary tale.
[A tale that cannot ever be unseen.]
I would rather keep my dignity.
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[ Though it's clear he doesn't really put much stock in it as he takes a swig out of the bottle he's holding.
Use a glass, you say?
It would get far too tedious to keep refilling it. ]
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[Grantaire, you are somewhat disgusting, and this comes from a women who lived in pre-shower times.]
Who are you?