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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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[Lalonde?

Davesprite checks the feed, and yeah, that lady sure looks like a Lalonde. Something about the eyes, and the curve of that smile--she reminds him of Rose at her most self-assured. Or her smuggest. And come to think of it, he's seen that exact coat somewhere, hanging on a hook in Rose's house like an empty shell.

He knows what happened to their guardians, though, and this lady seems in way too good a mood to have just died. Maybe that hasn't happened for her yet. He decides he should find out before he says something that fucks her head over.]

this is the chronological compliance census bureau
also known as the cccb
whats your point on the timeline maam
i mean whats the last thing you remember doing before riding the train

[ASDFJKDGLGKHFUCK???]

[WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING??]

[No big deal, Bro, it's not like he just finally began the process of MOURNING YOUR FUCKING CORPSE AFTER LIKE SEVEN MONTHS OF EMOTIONAL CONSTIPATION DUE TO THE FACT THAT YOU WERE HERE AND HE DIDN'T WANT TO BURDEN YOU ANYMORE.

NO

BIG

DEAL!]

[Fine. Whatever. He's got this. He's good.]

[Ruffled and disgruntled, he can manage. Appearing disgruntled is better than being a total mess. Especially when Bro sounds so chill.]

There's no pizza place.

[Rose immediately recognizes the face and her eyebrows shoot up in ill-contained surprise. As if encountering her dead mother wasn't enough, here is her very own alternate universe self, mother to Roxy instead of the other way around; and she's done more than enough research to know exactly who this woman is and what she's accomplished.

Though her future has been too uncertain to do much planning as of late, Rose had entertained many fantasies over the years of growing up to become exactly what this alternate Rose is: a lovely, elegant, capable, badass famous authoress. It's like her dream future self just stepped into reality and validated all of her once-upon-a-time aspirations.]

[She carefully sweeps away any remnants of undue delight, awe, or egotism, leaving only her usual carefully-maintained (though somewhat hangover-impaired) aloof smirk.]

For some strange reason, I'm getting a sense of de ja vu.

It's entirely my pleasure, I'm sure. [A flash of a grin before the smirk is back in place.] It appears as if our 'captors,' as they seem to be, have no lack of timelines to choose from.

[Finally, someone she was expecting to see in the near future. Rose gives Davesprite her trademark smirk.]

My overwhelming lust for Strider-irony must have been so strong that it influenced the game's pajama color schemes.

It's been a good while, has it not? [A pause and raised eyebrow as an unexplained Seer's premonition nags at the back of her mind.] Though perhaps it's been a good deal longer for me than for you.

[After all, she's been on the meteor for two years.]

[He tilts his head slightly, bird-like, trying to get a gauge on her age. She's obviously not thirteen anymore, but beyond that, he's got no clue.]

Yeah, looks like. I came straight from trainwreck meteor-dodging ex-Reckoning-town and then hung out here for a few months. I think I'm fourteen now but who the fuck knows. You?

[As he speaks, he takes off from his rooftop perch and starts to circle towards the train station.]

Whu-- Hey, girl!

[He whips around and grins, giving her a little wave in greeting.]

That didn't take long. You live nearby or what?

The one and only. [More or less.]

[He does a little salute in greeting.]

Yeah this place is like the multi-universal Stri-Londe sandbox. Chuck E. Cheese level family reunion. Who we missin'? Anybody?

How you doin', ecto-girl?

It seems you haven't missed much action, then. Just two years or so on the road, so to speak.

[She shrugs.]

[Oh man. Oh no. Why this?? He literally just died in front of the kid a few hours ago, he can't face him now, Bro is not ready for this!]

[No. No he's got this. He's Bro "Breaux" Motherfucking Strider, Do-er of the impossible, cutter-in-halfer of fucking meteors, Sultan of Swag, King of Cool, Ace of Awesome, he can look this kid in the eye through video! Easy!]

[Why this.]

[Ok. Ok be cool.]

Yeah, I heard something about some kind of three-year spring break. From what I understand, you got locked on a rock with past me and a bunch of trolls while John, Jade, and I get the party cruise. How's that going for you?

[The train station's on the complete opposite side of the city from where he lives with the rest of the Strilondes, so he may be a short while.]

How can there be no pizza place. I thought I'd be able to survive here, but Merlin's tits, it just keeps throwin' curve-balls at me. This is horseshit. I'm being punk'd right, like, any minute Ashton Kutcher is gonna leap out from behind that support column over there and be like, "YO, YOU JUST GOT PLAYED, FOOL." Everyone laughs, cut scene, roll credits????

^{canon point: pre-Azkaban
action+accidental audio}

[ The door is opened in a most unconventional way: blasted off its hinges with a spell, the empty space is left with smoke and, soon the figure of a woman with raven dark hair and heavily lidded eyes. ]

Rodolphus!

[ There is no answer. ]

Rabastan! Crouch!

[ But there is no answer yet again and as the woman steps off the train, she regards her surroundings with nothing short of scorn. Bellatrix Lestrange has never been quite the injured animal type but even when her defences are low, she excels at masking uneasiness with something a little more menacing. Trains, she knows them all too well - seven years of constant trips from home, to Hogwarts, and back, could say a thing or another. Yet she much prefers apparition these days.

She takes a few steps, wand tightly held in her hand and ready to cast a disarming spell (or something just a little worse) at any suspicious onlookers. The station seems to be empty, but that does not ease her any more and she only stops to regard one of the posters identifying this strange location.

It is decidedly outside her area of knowledge and that is a very worrying thing. She was about to...
Well.
It's not as if the Longbottoms are going anywhere soon.

Completely unaware of the pocket watch that has been recording her voice all along, she steps towards the gates and the city itself. One ought to tread carefully near her; Bellatrix does not take lightly to mockery or threats. ]

[She'll noticed the scenery changes behind him but won't mention it.]

There are a variety of adjectives I could use, but I will settle for "interesting," as inapt a word as it is. Though troll-human interactions are a setup for nearly inexhaustible and almost tragic situational comedy and drama, years floating along in space with the same predictable handful of people does begin to bore. Luckily there are some interesting dream bubble confrontations to spice things up on rare occasion.

It seems that in spite of one phallus-littered scheduling conflict earlier this year, past you and Vantas are getting along quite well.

I dunno, I've been here since October and I'm making out okay, somehow. I only get withdrawal seizures like twice a week now.

[He makes his way to the window of Dirk's room, opens it, and leans out for a moment, free hand against the sill. For a second, he doesn't know where he wants to fly: off towards the train station, where Bro might still be, or into the woods where no one will find him ever.]

Then again kid you, granddad me, and grown-up Rose seem to enjoy shoving peanut butter pinecones down my craw at every possible opportunity, so it'd be hard to waste away here.

[In the end, he picks the direction of the train station.]

You'll live.

[Hardly any other voice could draw such an immediate reaction from Narcissa. Now, this is something she has both anticipated and, perhaps, almost feared - this is no place for the war.

Especially not for Bellatrix' role in it, and least of all for the vigor with which her eldest sister enforced every last bit of it.

Though, one would be lying if one claimed that she has not carefully prepared herself for that day. And one would live in denial if one hasn't considered that even the best laid plans could fail her in this situation.

She appears at the station with the soft plopping sound that indicates apparation. Blond hair down, wand at her side - and hoping that the other woman would recognize her before attacking.]

Bella.

[Her first thought is to reprimand her sister's ... improper behavior, as it would call unnecessary attention to her, but this might not be the best moment for such a thing.]

[So it might have been a while, but he recognizes that voice anywhere. He's last seen her in Azkaban and it doesn't take much more than her grating voice to remind him of that.

This isn't who he had been waiting for, who he'll always be waiting for, not the one he wants to have his revenge on so badly. But it's still Bellatrix and Azkaban itself was almost still too good for her.

He doesn't waste time, but apparates right away, wand in hand and aiming a disarming spell as soon as he can.

Not that he expects this to be that easy.]

Wait, who? Which one is that? You know I made a point of not remembering those assholes' names.

[There was only one voice he'd pay attention to even more readily and his Lord hasn't spoken to him in what seems far too long. Bella, though, the one who is loyal, as loyal as him, perhaps for different reason, but with just as much fervor... He listens for her.

And senior to him as she is, high standing and feared, he listens to her, too.

And so as she had called for him, he comes to her, smile on his face as he apparates, but wand on the ready, because he'd have to be a fool not to always expect an attack.]

My lady Lestrange.

Types--and speaks, it often seems--exclusively in uppercase gray. John and Jade were both very fond of him pre-sojourn.

[ She misses a step, nearly tumbles her way onto to the platform but is still quick to regain her balance and poise. The contraption that brought her here is strange not at all like anything she has ever seen but then again, neither is this new location.

It takes several moments, first for her to step around in a sort of daze until she finally stops and deciphers the meaning of the posters. It takes another moment to figure out that the pocket watch is in fact a communicator and even then, Lorelei only manages to make it work with hesitation.

There is her voice, and there is her face - big eyes stare into the watch with befuddlement. Could it be that anyone will really see her? ]

I'm lost.

[ Stating the obvious, yes, but she isn't one for too many words. ]

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