rubycity_ooc | Test drive meme!

Okay, tell me something, punks-- How am I supposed to take a decent shower with cold water? Did you know it's fucking winter and keeping this hair like this needs at least two bottles of gel? Not to mention I'm not a filthy bastard and I take at least two showers per day.

Fucking two showers.

So how about you get the fucking balls to show yourself and feel responsible for ruining our boiled water? Don't worry, I will try to keep my fists in my pockets to not give you a good beating. Just return the handle to turn it on and things will go smoothly between the two of us.

[Believe me when I tell you he's trying to sound less violent than usual.]

[Aw shell no. This isn't cool. Meenah is a busy woman! She's got an army to lead, a Lord of Time to take out and a blue buoy to stabby-stab.

Ain't nobody got time for this, Ruby City.]

This is almost as weird as when I was considered a fugitive...

So... does this mean I don't have to go to school anymore?

[ Suddenly a woman with the biggest rack you've ever seen steps out of the train. She even has an appropriate suit. ]

Yay!

[ Suddenly this is all she does. ]

Edited 2013-03-01 00:14 (UTC)

[There's a man in full riding armor sitting at a table on a patio facing the street. Some kind of meat is sitting on a plate in front of him -- those who know their meat might identify it as venison. And he's just. Staring at it. Intense gaze on is face. Sweat on his brow.

Seriously, what's his problem?]

[ If you look close enough, you might notice a boy (about thirteen/fourteen, though he could pass for older) and a large, black cat moving about the train station and slowly through the city. But you have to look close, or just be too dense to understand the art of subtlety, or a master of it yourself, because Will has a way of just blending in and becoming completely uninteresting to most people. It's disappearing without actually disappearing.

Kirjava never strays too far from him, always coming back to him every couple of minutes, but also dodges the hell away from other people if they even come remotely near to touching her. Daemon are kind of really damn particular about this kind of thing, after all. Neither of them will be referencing the watch, because Will is paranoid at best and stubborn at worst. He doesn't know what it does yet, so.

Call him on his lurking? ]

( Some replies might come from

meaningofsubtle, if only because I'm not gonna buy a paid account just yet for icons. )

[Oh god. Hagakure would be dumb enough to smack his face into a pole with his mouth open, I mean... it happens to the best of us and all! Uh. Except he was sure he'd be able to get it free...

Anytime now...

Yeah he needs help.

So what does he do? I mean, he has his pride left and all, so he's going to try to get help the way he can

TEXTING]

so guys
i have problem

sos respond soon pls help

n e 1 have a spare room? ICIWC i had an accident. LAVM i will ttyl, curtains AOF. g2g.

[He is currently outside the building he had taken as his own, staring up as the smoke curled and drifted from his bedroom window. Well, a bedroom. Sherlock currently lived alone, but he had occupied each and every spare room with certain hobbies or had given them unique purposes. The one that had been on fire happened to be where he chose to sleep when he felt like sleeping.

He had hoped to catch a nap after his experiment went wrong. But... that will not be happening, until he could find someone kind enough to lend him a room. So he scratches at the scruff of his chin, pondering just what he should do exactly, squinting down at the mass text he sent to the city, wondering if he'll get any bites. Or... perhaps someone may get attracted by the plume of smoke and come his way?

All he could do is wait.]

[ooc: a quick translation for his text, since this particular Sherlock likes to make up his own text short hand? for convenience safe, even though it's often unreadable; anyone have a spare room? in case it wasn't clear i had an accident. leave a voice message i will talk to you later, curtains are on fire. got to go.]

[Well this...certainly wasn't any part of the hotel that Mavis was familiar with. It wasn't like her dad to just go and expand on the castle without telling anyone, especially with his focus being primarily on her birthday this year. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she stepped off the train, looking around with curious eyes. Luckily it was dark, because she didn't have anything to shield the sun away with.]

Hello? Dad? Uncle Frankenstien? Uncle Wayne?

...Johnny?

[Hello, Ruby City. This often taciturn young man with the motorcycle has something to say today.]

Hey.

I'm thinking of starting a delivery service.

So let me know, if you've got anything you need delivered.

[ It was a car, not a train, that she had stepped into. So where is she? Is this a dream? It's a cruel one, if she is to find herself soaked in the blood of her loved ones.
Is there no rest for the downtrodden? ]

Hello?

[ She takes careful steps to the train door and hops onto the platform and it is then that a small object drops from her possession - a watch?
She fiddles with it until it's clear that it's some sort of communicator - rudimentary in appearance, but similar to the one she's used all her life.

With a small click, she activates the video function. It can't hurt to try, right?

Yet, as she speaks, she takes it to herself to take a look around. ]

Anyone? Hello?

[Upon exiting the train, Katherine is sure that the best plan of action is at least to gather a bit of information. After all, she hasn't got all sorts of guns and training and foolhardy energy to go about inquiring of where she is like North had.

But she does so desperately need to get home, so she makes quick work of figuring out the little pocketwatch she's found among her belongings. It isn't hers, or at least, she didn't have it on her person before waking up on the train. It certainly isn't any of North's handiwork, anyhow.

When she flicks on the video it's much to her surprise, and she nearly drops the watch.]

Oh--!

It's like one of Ombric's mirrors, isn't it? Ah-- can anyone hear this? I'm looking for a friend of mine-- actually, I don't quite understand what I'm doing here at all.

[The logic of this place seriously gets his licorice in a twist. Rules he happens to be familiar with apply here and this isn't his idea of a thrill ride. Or any ride, for that matter.

When the fudge frosting was the last time he's raced?

It is the only reasoning to why he is doing his best to gather up all the chocolate in one cart at the grocery store. Clearing off one shelf and trying to read up to the one above it. Only, it may not be enough. This place has very little to offer and it is in such small packaging! It's irritating.]

[ Oh wow, okay. He didn't really expect to wake up in a train. When as he even last been in one? He doesn't even live in a train station.
So he steps out of the train, setting his hands on his hips and looking around. First, to the left, then, to the right. And a huff trough his nose.]

Well. Ssshit.

[Kerry stepped off the train he didn't remember boarding. Come to think of it, the last thing he remembered was sitting in a boat with Natalia leaving Alimango Island. How did he end up on a train?

That question aside, he appraised his surroudings, trying not to shiver too much in the cold breeze. His orange vest did little to help in these conditions so he stuffed his hands in his pockets to keep them warm. This is when he found...whatever he found. It was small and round and fit into the palm of his hand. Opening it, he accidently hit the voice control.]

What is this thing? [He mused to himself, exiting the train station to look around and call out loud.] Hello? Is anyone there? [He hoped he wasn't calling more zombies to his position.]

[Oh. This...isn't quite what she's expecting. Erm...but then again she had just barely woken up from the strangest and most horrifying experience of her life.

Nope. Never licking alien lollipops ever again.

Had that happened? It did? Well no. She's going to repress it and question how it is that she's found her way to a train station when she's...pretty sure that there isn't anything like this back home.

Or...well, as subjectively home as her "home" can be.]

Well, this doesn't look like any of our worlds...

[She frowns, reaching into her pocket when she realizes that there's something unfamiliar there and...well. That's a watch. Unbeknownst to her, it's broadcasting.]

This isn't helpful. Hmm...

[Oh hi Ruby City. The girl that pops up on the watch just now appears to be a child—she can't be more than twelve by looks, or maybe even a little younger—but despite the strange and possibly frightening situation she has found herself in, she's all smiles. Since arriving, she has changed out of her original bloodied clothes, replacing them with a cute white sundress.]

[...Of course, that dress doesn't do much to hide the strange, tattoo-like symbol on her chest, or the fact that there's a thin wound at its center where she was pierced all the way through her body. If she turned around to show her back, the injury would be visible there as well. She is, of course, completely unconcerned with this deathblow, as well as the fact that her new dress has already been stained with some of her blood.]

I was wondering, do our hosts take requests? [There's no sarcasm or scorn by the way she refers to her kidnappers.] There's someone I've been waiting a long, long time to see. At first, I was upset that this place got in the way of us being together, but the truth is, it might be better this way!

[She giggles, then, and hugs herself as if to hold her body together. She rocks and sways in place when she continues to speak.]

In this place, there's no one or nothing that can stand between us any longer! So, I wanted to ask them to bring him here. It's okay if they don't right away—it's fine if I just have to wait a little bit longer. I've already waited so long that I know my organs will rot inside my body before my love for him dies!

[ ooc: Since I'm not doing her intro, assuming some prior interaction is fine within reason. ]

[Nothing is as it was in this city. There is magic everywhere, certainly, even if they call it 'technology', but it's one of the few familiar things - and it has little in common with her own magic. There are the woods, but she only wants to deal with a limited amount of wildlife per day, thank you very much. The best she can find are similarities to what she knows, and that will not do the trick tonight.

Tonight, she longs for something familiar, and in the Black Stallion, she finds it.

... Even if this modern version is awfully colorful a drink. What on earth has prompted people to dye their alcohol blue and put a fake, pink straw into it?]

I should have ordered wine.

Edited 2013-03-10 20:30 (UTC)

There is something a little magical about how the world seems to be preparing to take a great breath just before the first light of the sun starts to seep over the horizon. Perhaps that is why Merlin tended to wake up at just that hour, regardless of when he'd fallen asleep. Magic held his soul in her iron fist, her name branded on his heart. No wonder it didn't take more than the spectre of her, the idea, to stir him to consciousness.

He swung his legs over the edge of his narrow and rather hard bed (that is how he preferred it) and got to his feet, rubbing a hand over his scalp and feeling the soft and very short hairs there tickle his palm. The floorboards creaked, a loud sound in the hush before dawn, and he winced a little. He went to the window, opening it to let cool air rush in and raise goosebumps on the skin of his bare chest. It cleared his head some but did nothing to make him feel more at ease, and so he gave up the notion of sleep for the moment and instead got dressed. That task taken care of he made his way to the front door and headed out on the street, the lights illuminating it a welcome difference from what he was used to even if part of him would always prefer the convenience of shadows. Better to learn secrets from people you could not see than to be seen by them and learn nothing at all. Intrigue is a game best played in darkness.

He set off at a brisk pace, not really going anywhere in particular but letting the act of movement take over his mind and drive from it all thought. He focused on the muscles in his legs, the tendons, the bones. He let himself be filled with wonder at the marvel of human anatomy. It was a wonder, really, that people did not fall apart more than they did. He often wondered why humanity seemed so insitent on stupidity, but when one considered the fact that all of their actions were dictated by a clump of grey matter located inside their skulls, it all made a lot more sense.

Merlin took a deep breath, and a tiny smile softened the features of his usually stern face as some of the tension left his system. A walk had been a good idea, it seemed.

[Video]

[Good afternoon, Ruby City, you are greeted by the passive look of one Mycroft Holmes. The smile he offers is fake, a polite gesture to the masses he had no great pleasure in addressing. Mycroft always tried to be polite, manners and other basic forms of etiquette being important to him (something Sherlock did not inherit, unfortunately.) He seems to be seated at a café within the heart of the city.]

Good afternoon, I do hope I'm not interrupting any schedules that a more seasoned resident would keep at such an hour. I will make this brief, as it is just a simple inquiry.

Upon arrival I heard, in passing, mentions of our captors. The fliers and other information I was presented with did not... ah, satisfy the questions I may have had at the time. Upon further investigation I have found some people like to keep mum on the subject.

So I direct the subject to you; the others forced to live here. Any information will do, I assure you.

Thank you for your time.

[Another strained, fake smile before he shuts down the feed. He will check back when he figures enough time has passed. Regardless the watch is being set on the small table, next to his cup of tea.]

[Action]

The café itself was not up to par to his well tuned tastes. Mycroft had carefully wiped the rim of his cup with his pocket kerchief before he even dared take a sip of this watered down filth they called tea. It's purpose was to serve him some moderate comfort in this backwater town, something familiar and warm to warm his belly while he waited for answers. In all honesty he did not trust the public, but it was in his experience that any information happened to be far better than no information in the long run.

After making a face at the poor excuse that dared call itself tea, he set the cup down again and leaned back in his seat. Crossing his legs under the table he neatly folded his hands on his lap, lips pressed into a thin line as he started to observe those around him. The gift of observation had not been Sherlock's alone, no, the elder of the Holmes brothers was also quite adept in this science. People watching could be quite an enjoyable past-time, there was so much one could learn by merely observing someone in their natural- or in this case not so natural - habitat.

It was all he could do now, his mobile painfully silent. No texts or urgent phone calls demanding his attention. No work. A man of his position, after being busy for so long... to find himself with nothing to do? It was maddening. All he had right now was awful tea, people watching and perhaps some idle chit chat to anyone he could possibly share his time with.

Mycroft was miserable here, not to mention dreadfully bored.

TEST-DRIVE MEME

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Will Parry & Kirjava | His Dark Materials

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