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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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[Yep that was the reaction he figured Davesprite would get. Poor little canary.]

On approximately the other side of town from where you're currently at. Want me to come lead you to the McMansion?

Especially spoiled ones.

[What a pleasant change from last time.]

I'll be there shortly.

Just for that comment I'm gonna find where you live and piss in your shoes.

[He is dead. Fucking. Serious.]
[Or is he?]

I'll be right here!

A decade's passed and you still haven't grown out of your kitten phase?

Quelle surprise. [Pardon her French.]

Jesus, that far??

[The feed shakes a little as he stands up (he's been sitting against a wall) and he pulls his cap down with a small huff. Can't be too far, right?]

Just point me in the right direction, I'll find it.

Hell no?

[He pulls a face that suggests the mere thought is absurd as fuck.]

Anyway, you wanted to talk or whatever, right?

Yooo.

[A little hat-tip and half grin to greet his young alternate.]

That didn't take long. I thought I'd have time to freshen up a little, y'know? The whole Listerine and Fabreez thing.

[There is clearly something ridiculous about this entire affair, even more ridiculous than sparkling vampires and Bella Swan's waffling... and yet Leah Clearwater finds herself perfectly okay with the ridiculousness. No more vsmpires, no more jeering packmates and most of all, no more Sam and Emily drooling over another like furry Barbie and Ken. Ruby City is the best thing that could have happened to her.

So the she-wolf is looking far more relaxed than her pack would have thought her capable of when she switches on the camera.]

Good morning, folks. Does anyone know where I can get some more pairs of pants? I'm looking for a bulk purchase. [Her lips crook into a wry smile.] You could say I have something of a problem keeping them on... and there's nothing perverted about that.

[Stops]

[Looks up]

[Glares]

THE BOULDER WISHES TO KNOW WHAT IS THE DEAL WITH YOUR CHOSEN USERNAME.

[THE MOST INTENSE OF STARES AFTER SOME INITIAL CONFUSION.]

Well, Boulder, I guess you could say...

[Chuckle.]

It Rocks.

[Sorry not sorry.]

[There's a young girl on screen with a shock of platinum hair and a slash of black lipstick, wearing what appear to be painfully orange pajamas. The expression on her face is a mixture of curious, cranky, and nonplussed, and the train station is readily apparent in the background.]

While these posters are a helpful introduction, there are still questions that bear asking. Though I suppose that if there were a definite "how" or "why" or "how long" that had been discovered, they'd be readily posted as well?

[A faint sigh. She had thought she was done with the whole "being forced to leave one's residence and plunged into an unfamiliar, probably antagonistic setting without clearly defined rules and precious little idea what's going on" thing. Most especially the "little idea what's going on" part, with the advent of her Seer powers.]

My name is Rose Lalonde. Theories formed in answer to the previous questions are welcome. As are suggestions about exactly how one passes the time in a place such as this.

[Rose fiddles with the brassy gold watch, flicking through various video messages, trying to gather what intel she can on this strange new place.

When she hits "play" on this one--]

[For the first time in a very long time, her mind goes completely blank. For maybe half a second.

And then her head is filled with images--Mom pushing a vacuum around the house, Mom gilding an ornate frame displaying a childish drawing, Mom brandishing a martini glass like a sword, Mom peering through the telescope in the observatory, obviously too drunk to be making much progress but still trying.

Mom lying in a pool of her own blood, cold and dead.

A wash of guilt hits her like a tidal wave. It's been two years since the day her mother died, and if she ever thought she was over it, Rose is wrong. So very, very wrong. Her head is pounding with more than just the ache of a hangover she woke up in the city with.

Fuck.]

[Oh. Well... this is not where her body had started out.

After a bit of a panic attack when she'd found herself unable to return to her living body, she'd been too worried to actually try and figure out why it was. She'd assumed she was dead. Now she'd found herself waking up at last, on some unknown train. And getting forcefully boarded off of it. What in God's name...

It takes her a while, being from an era before cellphones or anything useful like that, but she eventually figures out the watch enough to make a broadcast. Hello, Ruby City, meet Strange Woman In A Maternity Dress.]

Where did that blasted train take me...? Oh, blast this, has anyone seen a useless little boy in the body of a long-haired man? Answers to Aristeo Regis. I require his audience immediately. I... just find him.

[Fleetingly, she wonders if this is a cruel trick. Or a dream bubble. Or a hallucination, or a nightmare. But the little nagging knowing at the back of her mind tells her that this is real, whether she wants it to be or not, and that even if she can't See like she should be able to here, she knows this much at least.

Whatever the reason for the resurrection of the dead, Rose knows with a sickening certainty that she can't run. No matter how much she wants to (or doesn't).

So she struggles to smooth her face into an expression of aloofness that might be recognizable to her mother, failing miserably and ending up looking stricken and vulnerable and almost sick instead. Wishing she had her terrible home-made booze with her, Rose flicks on the feed.]

...Mother?

[Oh hey, ectodaddy. Rose studies the resemblance to herself and Dave, and the even more prominent resemblance to the Dirk she met briefly, and draws a quick conclusion.]

You must be Dave's Bro. [Despite being fairly disoriented and still mildly shell-shocked from the contact with her mother, she quirks a black smile.] It appears that this place is a veritable magnet for displaced Striders and Lalondes.

[O h. This is a...treat? Experience? Yes she'll go with experience. This is an experience she never thought she'd get. She turns on her watch, giving Rose a good, full view of her face.

If Rose ever wondered what she'd look like at age 56 this is it.]

"How" and "why" are still questions we're still looking for definitive answers to. "How long", however, is subjective to our captors whims. How the delicious question we can ask you is "when".

[Rose smiles.]

Hello, Rose. I'm Rose. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

[It isn't that the voice is unfamiliar or that it takes him long to place it. It doesn't. He hears it regularly in his dreams and more often yet in his nightmares.

That only makes it worse.

He spends quite a while staring at the watch as if it were something vile and traitorous - which it has become - and then spends some more time trying to remember how to make his hands obey him.

By the time he manages an answer, his voice is still dull, shellshocked, but there are the first stirrings of rage awakening in his heart. This is cruel.]

You are dead.

[Oh. There he is. Except he's much older than she expected him to be. How long has she been out?]

What a pleasure to see you, as well. [She tips her head to the side.] That's not possible, I just left the Netherworld. What are you implying?

[Rose arrives fairly quickly for her house being nearly clear across the city. She's made the walk to the station enough times to know the fastest route and the right shortcuts to get there faster.

She smiles when she spots him.]

Hello, Bro.

THE BOULDER LIKES YOU KID! YOU'LL GO FAR IN PROFESSIONAL BENDING!

[Oh.

Well.

It's been, what--half a year? A little longer than that, he thinks--since he saw her. Since he left her, really, alone in that doomed timeline, and even if grandma-age her always takes time for him, it isn't the same.

Davesprite's missed her.]

Figures by the time you finally showed up you'd've ganked my colors.

'Sup?

Edited 2013-04-30 17:22 (UTC)

[Unbeknownst to Leah, vampires tend to follow this lady wherever she goes. You could say it was in her blood. Fortunately enough, Integra at least knows how to keep a tight leash on her monsters.

She can be seen idly sitting on one of the benches in the train station, puffing on a cigar. It was, after all, her "job" to greet the newcomers. Nowhere near as interesting as leading an organization dedicated to the eradication of the supernatural, but at the very least, it gave her something to do.]

Good morning. [She said, slightly twitching at the 'pants' comment.] I would suggest looking in the shops.

Edited 2013-04-30 16:26 (UTC)

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