RC Test Drive!

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I don't really have a fitting picture for this.

G'day, Ruby City! It's time for a meme for both testdrivers and denizens.

Been itching to test out some CR but haven't had the posts to do it? Thinking of apping a character but not sure they'll fit in the city walls?

Have no fear, a meme for you is here.

Directions:

• Post with your character with their name and canon on top!


• Choose a location and prompt or wait for someone else to tag.


• If you'd like, leave contact info for people to get in contact for plotting and other such shenans.


• Tag around! Make friends. Don't be afraid to chat OOC while tagging.

Locations:

1. Train Station: New arrival, or waiting to welcome people? Either way, the train comes in, but you still can't ride it out.


2. Cathedral: Looking for redemption? Just doing a little sight-seeing? Or just getting a little shelter?


3. The Clocktower: You can see the whole city from here!


4. The Black Stallion Saloon: You were told the burgers were great here-- but maybe you just came for the beer.


5. The Library: You came to do a little research, but it looks like all of the information's just out of your reach. Though, you can always find a way to pass the time here.


6. The Coffee Joint: Run by Lukas, a lovely place to have a chat and a bite to eat.


7. Le Cafe Anglais: A Parisian-British fusion that's as charming as it sounds and serves the best tea around.

Scenarios

1. Just walked in: You intended to get here, and you made your way in; but now someone's caught your eye and you'd like to have a chat.


2. Been here all day: You've been sitting around minding the time. Maybe you didn't notice them at first or maybe you were just working up the courage to talk-- either way, they know you're here and you know it too.


3. Inclement weather: You're here because you've gotten rained in. This wasn't your choice, but at least it's dry-- right?


4. Wild card: Got something better in mind? Well screw these prompts, try it out yourself!

Have fun, guys!

Comments

Noiz | DRAMAtical Murder

[noizeful]

[ There's no hesitation from Noiz as he skips out of the train and onto the platform, and immediately inspects his surroundings, his expression unchanging, opening his mouth only to let out a minuscule grunt. His attire is the definition of flashy, and stands out a lot against the colors of the station and the outside street, which he promptly heads toward, completely and utterly unimpressed. ]

Irene -> Original character

[bruxa]

player: indigo (pm/aim @ chachachavena)
character info: here

a. been here all day

[ It isn't in Irene's nature to panic and, looking back, she's somewhat embarrassed by her own frightened demeanour hours earlier - but it can't be helped. The large metal structure (a "train", is it?), the idea of being trapped somewhere with no way to return to the safety of her home, all of that took a good while to process.

Even now, hours later, she still isn't thoroughly convinced about this whole situation. But that's understandable. Surely it must be a dream, she has told herself time and again, unable however to ignore the fact that it's far too linear and she's sure a dream shouldn't last this long.

You may find her wandering about, debating whether or not to visit the cathedral. A little peace might help make sense of things.
That or actually asking around. ]

b. the park

[ Irene has been in the city for only a few days but she has made a point of getting to know her surroundings until she can finally leave. Today you may find her at the very edge of the park, collecting flowers. She's not yet aware of the creatures that roam the mostly uninhabited area, so she doesn't seem particularly worried.

She's not adverse to company, so you are more than welcome to join her. ]

Misery | Cave Story

[misery_hates_company]

Le Cafe Anglais

*It hadn't taken long for her to figure out she's stuck here. Only a fool would think you'd get dragged into a strange town with a strange device and not be expected to stick around whether you like it or not. Needless to say, she's rather peevish about it. Thankfully, she'd found this place, and is currently calming herself with a nice pot of tea. The question is, do you dare interrupt the calm? She doesn't exactly seem like the warm and friendly type.*

Tate Langdon | American Horror Story

[allthatblood]

[Tate enjoys being able to go wherever the hell he wants, it's like Halloween but... not. The only problem is he doesn't know what to do with his new-found freedom at least not with Violet around. So he's spending it wedged in a corner on the floor at the library.

Hands move up to rub at his head with the roughness of someone who's been fighting off a headache and now simply giving up. When he decides it's not helping he trails his dark eyes around the room, allowing his arms to fall into his lap. The way his blond hair fluffs up and sticks up now clearly screams 'madman.'

It's a while longer before he picks up his pocket watch flicking it to video.]

Video

You've got to wonder. Did the Roanoke people warn us about Croatoan? If it was so bad how did they have time to carve the word once and then begin carving it again.

[The blonde teenager rubs at his chin thoughtfully as he aims his soulless stare into the video feed.]

What if it wasn't a warning?

Smile | .flow

[yousickgirl]

Train Station

[there's what appears to be a kid - a new arrival maybe? - hanging around the train station today. he seems to be looking around for something, under the benches, around the corners and at one point lends over the railway track to look at it.

he seems pretty determined to find whatever he's looking for. also he's smiling. not a "Oh I'm so happy to be in a new world!" kind of smile but a downright creepy one.

also his clothing is splattered with fresh blood. that may be a thing to watch out for.]

Adelaide → Hanna is Not a Boy's Name

[batsass]

[the park]

[You know who likes high places at night? Vampires. You know who is chilling on a tree branch now that the sun is down and sipping a bloody mary that seems suspiciously more bloody than mary? This vampire who wouldn't object to some company.]

im doing it im doing the thing

[sharpiewielder]

[Guess who has two thumbs, red hair and should really pay more attention to his surroundings when he's walking through the park at night?

This guy.

You might recognize him.]

[acesover]

[ Some company, you say? Well, don't mind this here fella, who, from a moment to another is leaning on the tree Adelaide is having a pleasant time on. ]

I guess they'll let anyone in here these days, huh.

[ The sentence drips with sarcasm as Casimiro shifts his eyes to the branch, unsure if he should be amused or not at Adelaide's presence. ]

0 v 0 the thing has been done

[batsass]

[Of course she does, she could smell him from across the park. It's hard to forget a reek like his.

She soundlessly leaps down from her tree, moving quickly and quietly through the grass until she's behind him. She lays her hand on his shoulder, her lips practically touching his ear.]

Well hello, Mister Cross.

b >:0

[magicates]

[ Guess who's also walking around the park, on his second day of investigations (that have brought no result to him because he's a ditz and hasn't noticed the pocket-watch that's in his, well, pocket). His fists are closed and his face looks like it has "bloody murder" written all over it. ]

AaaaaaaaauuuuuuuGH!!

I swear to... [ mumble mumble ] ...when I get my hands on those... [ grumble grumble. He's about to yell out a second time and praise the heavens above for an answer when something that didn't quite fit with the scenario catches his eye. It didn't take him long to realize it was a person, but upon further inspection, it appeared to a (rather lovely) looking young woman who was picking flowers. Figuring it'd be a better shot at some information than shouting at the sky, he slowly approached her, calling out when he was about five meters away. ]

Oh, uh, hello there!

[sharpiewielder]

[What are you talking about, he didn't scream like a little girl. Gurl, pls.

He practically pirouettes away from her, spinning around to face the distantly (and nowhere near pleasantly) familiar voice. When he squints up at her, he relaxes, crossing his arms briefly before he brings a finger to his chin.]

Don't I... know you from somewhere? [Blink.]

[batsass]

Casimiro. [Her voice is sugar-saturated venom. She peers down at him from her branch then lifts her drink to her lips to take a small sip. She smiles but it's hard to tell whether it's genuine or if she's just contemplating biting his head off.]

It's been a while. You know, since you had me trapped as a bat and I had to live with the wimp.

[acesover]

Ah, of course. Were you satisfied with your new lodgings?

[ Knowing Adelaide's duplicity all too well, he's not the least bit worried about her disposition. In fact, he even shoots a carefree smirk her way as he shoves his hands into his pockets. ]

I figured the tacky, trying-too-hard art style was just the right fit for you.

[batsass]

[It's somehow so pleasing to know he screams exactly how she imagined.]

You don't remember me? I'm hurt. You were so helpful in getting me back to normal.

{...} "Zombie" || Hanna Is Not A Boys Name.

[mynameiswhat]

[As if one bout of memory loss weren't enough, he finds himself stepping off of a train with no memory of how he even got there. Sighing heavily, he puts his hands in his pockets, taking in the surrounding area. A train station? Well it could be worse. Checking his pockets a bit more thoroughly, he finds a pocket watch. He doesn't carry a pocket watch. Oh well. At least now he can see what time it is. He opens it and looks it over. It's not just a pocket watch. It looks like it has more technology in it. He wonders what these buttons do, and begins pressing them.]

Sucre || OFF

[sugarsweet]

character info here (incomplete)

Train station

[Sucre half-stumbles off the train, staring wide-eyed around the area. This place is new! It doesn't even smell the same.

She takes in a deep breath, pleased with the clean smell in the air.]

No smoke, no metal.

[She speaks softly to herself, rocking gently on her heels, bouncing lightly in the grass. Her tone is sing-song, almost melodical, half-whispered to herself.]

No meat, no blood, no gasps in the air. Oh. Oh. Oh.

[Sucre takes a couple more steps away from the train, half-skipping. She even giggles. When she speaks, she doesn't sound afraid - she sounds excited.]

where am I?

[batsass]

[She hops down from the tree and lands lightly next to him. Her expression quickly twists into an irritated scowl.]

I would have liked it better without the work-from-home-hipster cluttering it up.

[justavideogame]

[there is actually a delay in Zacharie arriving. that alone probably says how much he is not sure about this. on one hand, it was Sucre. On the other...hand...

"I guess it's better like that."

he approaches slowly. a dozen or so greetings come to mind, ones the merchant had said to many different people over the course of his stay but none of them work so...]

Sucre.

[sugarsweet]

[The girl that whirls, dances, moves towards him is definitely, honestly, truly Sucre --

but her eyes are glassier than they'd been in her younger days. Oh, yes. Sucre's had her sugar.

There's a reason she's so happy.]

Zacharie?

[She tilts her head to the side, reaching for him.]

How real is real, that you're here? In this place with no metal, no plastic, no smoke?

Crowley | Supernatural

[betterthedevilyouknow]

Oh, how quaint.

[Crowley steps off the train as if he's supposed to be here. He casually glances around, taking in the scenery. Where is he? Hell if he knows. How did he get here? It doesn't appear that he was summoned. There seems to be a distinct lack of sigils in the immediate area for that kind of magic.

The hand not holding a glass of scotch delves into his pocket, pulling out the old pocket watch, as if the action was something he did daily. Were he not at the train station, he might fool you into thinking he has lived here for quite some time. The lid pops open and he activates a video feed:]

Well now, what have we here? Did any of you lovely kids summon a demon? [Shy? Crowley? Banish the thought. Overconfident? Perhaps.] Speak up, now. I haven't got all day.

WHEEZES LOUDLY

[batsass]

[Sup, Zombie. Remember that sassy bat lady who tore your arm off? Well guess who was checking the network messages when your handsome green face showed up on there. She seems more amused than anything to see him again, even after he stabbed her in the back with a hammer claw.]

Casimiro was right for once. They really aren't picky about who they let in here.

[greetings_puppeteer]

Ah, alas. Poor sweet girl. Look at where you have found yourself this time! Quite the sticky situation, wouldn't you say?

[Is that a cat sitting on the station platform? Of course it is. You know it is. You wouldn't be you if you didn't.]

You've been picked right up, I'd say, and deposited without even the common courtesy of a proper formal introduction! You really must speak to your player about that. That was terribly rude of them to do.

[justavideogame]

[he allows her close, close enough to see the haze in her eyes and Zacharie knows why she's so happy. oh Sucre...]

The same reason you are here, my dearest friend. The Puppeteers brought us here for awhile. We are completely off script and ad libbing all our lines. Ahahha...

[he tries sounding as chipper as normal but falls flat. without knowing the script, Zacharie didn't know what to expect.]

[sugarsweet]

Oh, sweet kitty.

[The cat looks like it should be familiar. At least, it nearly feels familiar, like it comes from the same places, the same plastic seas.

She reaches out to pet it, scritching behind its ears and rubbing its back all the way to the base of its tail, giving it the most loving of attentions.]

Why are any of us anywhere? It isn't a puppet's duty to know the whims of the puppeteer. I know my steps, even if this dance is on a new stage.

[She giggles, taking a second to pat the cat on the head.]

Do you?

[yousickgirl]

[there's also another kid hanging around the train station. Smile's grin is in place, far wider than a normal human's and when he spots Sucre, it almost seems to widen farther.

in fact, he may seem a little fuzzy to her...like something that's not real. also his clothes are covered in blood, so that might be another thing.

Smile takes a few slow steps towards the girl and speaks. his own voice is a whisper but it sounds like it's being push through a filter.]

Who are you...?