Test-Drive Meme

[rubycitymods]

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!

Comments

/is gonna have to save consistency for actual gameplay because i am horrible at organizing lmfao;;;

[doctorlalonde]

I've been invited there myself, and am already on my way. Strolling, if you will. Might as well figure out where things are on the way, right?

[Roxy no, don't just make smalltalk with her because you want to keep her on the phone til you get there. She's still going to be there when you arrive, it's not like she's going anywhere, calm down...

And yet everything else inside is telling her to roof-hop if it meant she could get there faster. At times, she really is grateful for the self-control she's capable of exercising.]

If you'd like to meet me halfway, though, I wouldn't be opposed.

[This is her gently cutting down the actual ETA for the destination. Things go a lot faster when the destination will come to you.]

bahahaha :') no worries!

[purpleprose]

[Rose really, really, doesn't want anyone in the house to be remotely privy to--whatever's going to happen. Ectofamily and AU self or not, this is not for them to see.]

Halfway would be... ideal.

[She continues, hovering several inches off the ground at times, the way she does when she's too absorbed to control the god tier floaty powers. The day is bright and encouraging and hopeful, nearly the exact opposite of her mood.

And within a few minutes she'll be within sight of Roxy, nearly faltering when she sees her. Rose still sort of wants to run away, but she still puts one ballet slipper in front of the other.

And then all at once, here she is staring at her mother--when did they get to be on the same eye level?--and trying to remember to breathe. Video feeds never compare to the real thing, and Roxy Lalonde in the flesh is not someone that her daughter ever expected to see again.]

Mom.

[doctorlalonde]

[Plenty of people had warned her over the course of her parenthood: "Don't blink, because before you know it, they're gonna sprout maturity and take off, one day." Somehow she hadn't imagined she'd ever have to take it so literally. Yet, here this young woman stands before her, so very clearly her Rose-- plus a few years that Roxy, much to her unending dismay, had missed-- trying just as desperately as her mother to keep herself composed. Funny, how they still felt as if they had to treat things this way. No sense in this reunion being melodramatic, right? They're women, not sniffling schoolgirls.

Even if it had only been less than a day for herself, Roxy knows she's missed her daughter becoming a woman, not to mention god knew what else and there's nothing she can even do about it. She's failed her. She couldn't be there for her when she needed it, going off and dying like that.

The guardians all knew it was a possibility, but it wasn't like the kids did. It wasn't fair for them to suffer through this. There's no telling what kind of damage they took for it, either.

If it had been just the game she'd screwed up so miserably in, that would be one thing, but knowing everything Rose had put up with over her short thirteen-plus years.... It's her mother's fault she ended up this way, isn't it? As much as she loved the resemblance between them, it never occurred to her that it could hurt so much to see so much of herself in her daughter. She looked worldweary and terrified, a little bit ill...

Hung over.

Good Christ, no. This was never supposed to happen.

It isn't disappointment that begins to split cracks in her composure; it's guilt. This is what being abandoned and left with a horrible set of genes gets you. She can't blame Rose for being bitter with her.

Even knowing the staggering probability of Rose giving her the cold shoulder, it can't stop the woman from throwing her arms around her and squeezing her tight. There's no use in keeping herself together anymore; it's been too long. Rose would already be able to feel how violently her shoulders are trembling with the futile effort of keeping back her tears. Now that she's here, now that she's hugging her little girl again, nothing else even matters.]

I-- [Her breath hitches, squeezing the girl tighter.] I a-am so, so sorry, sweetheart.

let's just pretend kanaya = roxy because i don't have any mom&rose icons sobs

[purpleprose]

[The hug catches Rose uncharacteristically off-guard. She knows that Roxy is far from unintelligent, that she must have already realized how her daughter has gotten older and a multitude of other things that mothers always know regardless of circumstance. Perhaps an embrace such as this should have been expected, logically, but it's hard enough to process Mom being alive without having taken into account the possibility of any blatant physical affection.

So she stiffens against her mother's chest, surprised, for one frozen moment. Rose lifts her own arms hesitantly, almost mechanically--and then abruptly shoves her doubts under a mental blanket, and squeezes back just as tight. She buries her face in her mother's neck, surprised at how much shorter she seems now, and is assaulted by old, familiar scents hitting her like blows: vodka and perfume and Mom. She can't remember the last time she hugged her mother back: from the onset of rebellious preteen angst until the day Mom died, she had never thought she'd have a reason to want to.

Realizing that her mother is close to tears, Rose nearly can't control herself. But she's had plenty of occasions over the past few years where she's wanted to cry and didn't, and this is no exception. Instead she swallows hard and murmurs almost inaudibly, for once without her usual verbosity.]

No, I am.