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[Stepping off the train, scanning the area, the blue haired woman looks like any normal person but for her hair color and the bright red eyes. There's also the oddly revealing clothes she's wearing but she's completely unconcerned.

She picks up the watch and, without any sign of emotion, flicks on the video function.]

I am KOS-MOS. The Anti-Gnosis Annihilation Weapon built by Vector Industries. I require an immediate method to return to Fifth Jerusalem.

[ Bolin can only stare in awe as he slowly exits the train and spots the city in the looming horizon. It's certainly not republic city, but it's also something he's really not used to. ]

Wooah!

[ He looks to his left shoulder, where Pabu currently resides, and raises his arm as the fire ferret makes a jump for his hand. ]

Are you seeing what I'm seeing, Pabu?

[ The ferret nods back at him as Bolin looks at the city. ]

C'mon pal, we've got a city to explore and our friends to find!

Edited 2013-04-30 02:06 (UTC)

[The park's been a hive of activity thanks solely to one industrious dragon, who had been gathering various pieces of junk and forcibly screwing, bolting, and soldering them together into what looks to be a rather wobbly tower with a giant bowl on top]

There! My latest invention is finally complete! Perhaps now we can pick out distant sounds and use it to triangulate any oddities that would give us a clue on how to escape!

Edited 2013-04-30 15:40 (UTC)

I'd like to take the time to thank whatever kind citizen went out of their way to provide these little guides for the newcomers. I'm sure it knocks out most of the general questions from the more observant arrivals, anyway.

Interesting that this place can bring in all sorts, hmm? I'm actually fairly sure some of these languages don't exist, where I'm from.

So, I'm sold on the interdimensional, alternate-reality what-have-you. Not so certain how this came to be, but after the sort of day I've had, I can't exactly claim to be confused by anything anymore. [She chuckles, shifting her gaze off-screen before continuing.]

Pardon me for this message running long, but I suppose I should actually introduce myself before I end it. [Another laugh, and she returns her focus to the camera.]

My name is Roxy Lalonde; Ms. Lalonde will do. Please feel free to send me anything you may think is relevant to my interests-- for the record, anything you have to tell me about this place is relevant to my interests-- or just introduce yourself, if you'd like.

I think it'd be nice to get to know some of my new neighbors.

[For a second the feed is a bit shaky, then it steadies and Bro eyes it for a second.]

This watch is hells of weird...
Anyway! I just tumbled off the train from Mordor and I have no idea what happened, buuut... I'm apparently stuck here. Which is cool I guess, I mean the alternative was gonna be death. Ehh, so, anybody want to fill me in on anything I should know that isn't covered by the FAQ section at the station? 'Cause...

[He turns his head, glances away thoughtfully, then pulls his cap down a little bit.]

Yeah.
Oh! Uh, before I forget, just? Call me Bro. Right? Cool. Thanks in advance for any words of wisdom.

[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.

[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.

[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.

^{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 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. ]

[...this isn't the room.
This isn't home, either.

He steps out of the train and stops. In a stoic silence, he looks around.
...empty.
Or they're hiding.

He had just cleaned up. Was a little break so much to ask for?

With a long, quiet sigh, he rests his bat on his shoulder. Time to go back to work.]

( OOC: I need to ask for permission for character death here. Batter has some...slightly violent tendencies under some circumstances, so that might happen. If you want to write it off completely, that also works.]

Well, now this was quite a change from Jabberwocky Island. No beach, no sea in sight. Nor his classmates, now that he looks around, stepping off the train.]

..hello?

[He catches sight of the town at the distance with curiosity and his lips curl into a small smile.]

Perhaps my luck is doing it's wonders again.

[In one moment there are cold, clammy hands grasping his arms and shoulders and legs and mercilessly pulling him underwater and his lungs are burning, he needs to breathe, just one more lungful of oxygen, just one more...

...and then he is free.

The hands are gone, the water is gone and he, clothes still soaking wet and dripping the cursed lake's vile water, is laying on the floor of the train's compartment. Not that he is aware of his changed surroundings as he gasps for air and shakes and gasps some more and finally curls up into a shivering ball as he tries to block out the certain death that should have been.

The awareness that he isn't dead sinks in slowly and leaves him a sceptic.

He is just contemplating what the metaphor of trains says about the afterlife when the train stops and the doors open to reveal an abandoned railway station.

Regulus stumbles outside, quite glad to be free of confined, cave-like spaces, and sinks to his knees on the platform. He is unaware when his fingers find the watch during his search for his wand and activate it.]

Bloody hell... [He is shaken by another fit of coughing. Turns out being dead is far less romantic than it's made out to be. Funny, that's something it has in common with dying a hero's death.] What happened to the white light at the end of the tunnel?

[There's no finesse of him getting off the train - he lingered too long and the train helped him out, stumbling and tripping over his own damn feet as he goes.

The watch flies open and the video feed clicks on as the teenager picks himself up with a groan. A mess of dark hair over tightly shut eyes, a white and red cane clutched in a hand. There's a visor laying near the watch as well as he gets to his feet. Feeling his face, he taps, trying to find his visor.]

What the fuck?! Where the hell am I now?! I swear, if this is your idea of a joke Kitty, I will hit you upside the head! I don't care if you're a girl or not! And who the hell took my visor?! You little shits, when I can see so help me god...

[Train. He was stepping off a train now. He was sure of that at least. John shook his head as he quickly took in his surroundings. For the last... however long, he'd been getting zapped around to different places and points in history, and he wasn't exactly sure when it was going to stop. The whiplash was a little overwhelming.]

Oh son of a-Where in the world am I now...? [He fiddles with the device at hand, quickly. Time was of the essence after all!]

Hellooo?? Jade?? Dave Sprite?? Anyone???

Ah... Is this how it is?

[Hello Ruby City. Notice this fashionable man examining the posters in the train station's entrance? Well, he certainly doesn't look like someone who came out of a horror game, that's for sure (or so you want to believe). Yet, he seems focused on trying to learn the basics of this new place he got himself stuck in. Again. Let's all agree one can't have an easy life and simply enjoy an art gallery without being thrown into this world of paintings with life, moving statues and creepy dolls.

PSA: Don't get play with dolls. They seem fun, but don't ever trust them for the sake of your sanity.

Moving on, this young man sighs after realizing many of his questions keep unanswered. However he doesn't look disheartening yet, as he finally takes off the watch out of his pocket and tries to see how it works, smiling at the sight of understanding he finally connected to someone.]

Ah, I hope I'm not interrupting you from anything, but I would really look forward to some kind of information regarding the place I got myself in. I arrived in this train just a few minutes ago. Oh, and pardon my indelicacy. My name is Garry.

[He smiles again, bowing his head slightly. Unnecessary to say he seems to be really confused seeing how easily his face changed from a cheerful one to one filled with worry.]

I don't wish to be a burden, I just really would like some information... Mainly if there's some way back to my world.

[Yeah no, this isn't... The Nocturne. Or any piece of land he'd seen before. And the captain was familiar with a good many places, a benefit of being immortal. Even Ma Kettle's and he didn't drink. Or eat.

He's tall and has a mesh mask covering his face, hiding it from sight but it doesn't seem to affect his ability to see or breathe in anyway. What little of the back of his head that can be seen shows that his hair is clue cut, a carefully kept pirate hat on his head. And he's wearing a long cloak. One that looks as though it has veins flowing through it.]

[ Tip, tip, are the sounds made as the short merchant made his way out of the train, carrying with him a rather distinctly large backpack, with a couple of bats protruding out of it. He looks toward the city, his mask hiding a black hair laden visage. ]

Ah, Bien sûr, l'existence ne cesse de se renouveler.

[ A light chuckle coming from under the mask. ]

I wonder what surprises will keep coming my way?

Edited 2013-05-02 00:59 (UTC)

[He hopped off the train, nearly stumbling and falling face first on the floor. A broad chested man, of average height, black messy long hair falling over his face and shoulders, had just arrived in town.]

Hell's this..

[He stands up straight, looking around with furrowed brows before glacing down at the floor and around himself.]

Where's me hat. Ah, there ya are.

[He grumbled, husky voice, picking up a violet, velvet captain hat and brushing the dirty off it, before placing it on his head.]

Uh, hm. I suppose 'am lost. How did I even get here. Where's me rum? Argh, goddamit.

Edited 2013-05-02 01:34 (UTC)

[While one could be found with luck over being thrown into this far from luxurious place, someone else could call it a misfortune. And for someone as Hajime, it was difficult to get over the kind of situation he got himself into this time. What kind of plan did that bear have? How was even he able to get there? He was sure it was impossible to find engines in the island, so how did he even get in a train in the first place? If this could be called a motive for another murder, he sure as hell doesn't seem to understand the meaning. Instead, he's actually waiting for some kind of announcement, while confusion and actual distress and worry for his fellow classmates begin to be noticed. Not anyone in particular, just all of them, even the ones he isn't close to.

And what option does he have if not follow the instructions in the posters and try to communicate with someone? God, maybe he can actually have the luck to find someone useful there. Maybe he's actually out of the island? Maybe he was actually rescued somehow? But then why can't he remember anything...?

Too many questions and no answers. So better check that watch and see what kind of encounter will he find. Although maybe it was a good idea to get rid of that grumpy face of his first. And so, a deep breath and with determination, the male student finally turns on the video, completely failing at trying to make a smile. A w k w a r d.]

Hmm... Hey! Mind telling me what is the deal of this Ruby City? I just... arrived in the train but I don't know why or even who brought me here... So, if you could be of any help, do you mind giving me some information...?

[The last thing she remembered was falling off of Stormfly, so to wake up on a moving contraption that was neither ship nor dragon, needless to say it put her a little on edge. Peeking her head out the door as the train drops her off, the viking girl takes a cautious step outside, glancing around the drop off point.]

Hiccup? Fishlegs? This isn't funny, you guys.

Edited 2013-05-02 21:02 (UTC)

[Thorin steps off the train, unsure where he was or what he was doing here. He feels inside his pocket and pulls out a pocketwatch. How did this get in his pocket? Looking around, he gazed up at unfamiliar terrain. He was no longer in Middle-Earth. What witchcraft had bewitched him this time?

He was separated from the others and alone.]

[Congratulations. You are now the ~~unfortunate~~ proud owner of an angry teenage girl in a hooded sweatshirt, bike shorts, and sneakers.]

Hey, you! Where do you think you're going?! I'm talking to you...!

A) The theatre
[There's someone skulking about the theatre, inspecting every inch of it. He goes through the wings, the greenroom, below the stage, anywhere he can manage. And when he can't manage because of a locked door, he simply vanishes and moves through it in spirit form. But really, it's easy to forgive Shakespeare for snooping around in a theatre...right?

Eventually he stands downstage right, looking out at the seating.]

Hmm, a thrust would lend far more possibilities...

B) The park
[So maybe such a long cape isn't so great for fighting strange wolves, especially as one seems to be tearing it up in its attempt to attack Caster. Meanwhile, he has a fencing rapier in hand, and is by no means doing a bad job fighting off another. The real frustration here is having to constantly swat the one at his cape. He really does not look worried so much as disappointed for this loss.]

[After having a falling out with your friend due to self-doubt and his general stupidity, being harassed by a pre-teen alien about your weight and your potentially dead father and generally being unhappy for some time all on the day before your birthday, this is not something one would want to be involved in.

She's teary and snotty and just not ready for this nonsense.]

Oh, what the hell is this!?!

TEST-DRIVE MEME

KOS-MOS (with a smattering of Mary Magdalene) | Xenosaga

Bolin | Avatar: The Legend Of Korra

Squire Flicker | Blazing Dragons

[video] | Mom (Roxy) Lalonde | Homestuck

[video] | Bro Strider | Homestuck

Leah Clearwater / Twilight

[video/action] Rose Lalonde | Homestuck