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RC Test Drive!

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:

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

Scenarios

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.

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.

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

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

Have fun, guys!

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a. music shop

[He did not stay at the station for long. The information provided on the posters was adequate, and did not find himself too bothered by his arrival. Not to say he didn't want information on his whereabouts or captors, but he would save his investigation for tomorrow.

He had other priorities.

Following the map he had picked up at the station, Eyes headed straight for the music shop, passing various residents with a calm, collected demeanor.]

b. [[If this prompt doesn't work for you, feel free to try something else!]]

Edited 2013-07-15 18:41 (UTC)

ᴏɴᴇ ; ᴛʀᴀɪɴsᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

[ Even if Boyd doesn't really care about much anything anymore, this is a little concerning. A train he didn't remember, and destination he didn't know. It would upset anyone - but Boyd meets it with an idle sort of acceptance, relatively calm when he steps off the train. He doesn't know where he is, but, you know.

Any place is better than Beacon Hills. But no place is good when your best friend is dead. ]

Edited 2013-07-15 19:05 (UTC)

Inclimate Weather/Train Station

[Jake didn't know what he'd expected when he stumbled out of the rusted transportation he'd been shoved in, but it certainly wasn't this! Gasping, the young boy bolts from the train doors into the station, his shirt pulled up over his head. He slips, nearly falling on the wet concrete before skidding to a stop at the end of the platform.

Jake stands at the top of the stairs leading down to the grass and into Ruby City, and just stares out into the rain. His watch tumbles to the ground from his pocket, hitting the pavement and clicking open - and broadcasting, of course.

Why else would it be doing things?

For now, it shows a rather dramatic image: Jake's mud-sodden boots close at hand, but far beyond those boots is his pointed chin, a frown on his face.]

Where the devilfucking dickens am I?

{ train station }

[ Cora is used to being on her own. She learned a lot from it. She grew stronger because of it. Her older brother had been snatched from her as quickly as she'd found him again. But she was used to loss; it was one reason that being alone became so easy- There's less to lose.

So the fact that she's the only one on this train wasn't disconcerting. The problem is that she does not remember ever getting on a train. Let alone does she even know where it's going.

When the train squeaks to a halt gently, the doors open and Cora carefully gets off. She takes one last look over the train as she walks out onto the platform. A glance at a poster only gives her the name "Ruby City," but little else. ]

a. the cathedral

[Finas was never one for redemption; perhaps a long time ago, freshly cold- a fledgling in his own right, he would pray for it. Perhaps even when he watched his once was wife grow old and bitter without him, he may have begged for it. But with the many years that went by, the more he turned to stone... well, he found the idea of redemption to be just a joke, something religious people clung to in order to sleep at night. But that did not mean he did not like the scenery, the cathedral caught his interest; it was a quiet place and Finas did like quiet places.

Hands deep in his pockets he moved through the building, minding the empty pews as his footsteps echoed. Up front, that is where he eased onto one of the wooden benches, legs crossing neatly as he folds his hands in his lap. Finas wasn't here to pray, to redeem his monumental sins, no. He was here for the sweet moment of silence; who knows how long it will last after all.]

b. le café anglais

[A polite nod was given as his tea was set before him, and he does not move to touch it when the man leaves to tend to other customers. In all honesty he couldn't drink the tea, but old- very old habits die hard. Finas missed the smell and the taste, he missed having tea on English soil. But above all else... he missed the warmth it provided. Holding the teacup against his palms, the warmth only fleeting and barely something he could feel. Letting out a bit of a sigh he leans back in his seat, red eyes half lidded to give off the impression that he wasn't paying much attention.

It couldn't be farther from the truth, of course.

Another pastime Finas picked up over the years; people watching. It benefited him as a predator as well, to pick out his next meal accordingly. The café was perfect for this, whereas Casimiro preferred his victims with wine tainted blood, Finas enjoyed his with warmer and more modest tastes (although on occasion he enjoyed wining and dining some victims himself, it depended on his mood.) He wasn't particularly hungry this evening, however, so for now he was simply people watching, with no intent on having a bite.]

[The Black Stallion probably isn't the most appropriate place for a sixteen year old, but then again, this place isn't specifically a bar, either. Apparently, it's the only place around here to get a decent burger.

So far, it seems only marginally more lively than the rest of the city. He hasn't been here long, just enough to know that Ruby City is lame and he'd much rather be back home.

The burger isn't that bad, and the onion rings are decent too. He'll just be over at that table over there with burger and ring basket while lamenting over the absence of his Porsche.]

[Motherfuckers. All of them. It's a good thing that he got rid of that green blood when he had the chance. Even if he did gain scars, it was worth it. Train doors open, and he steps off, dragging a various colored blood covered juggling club behind him. His eyes were disinterested and glazed. A small and crazed smile adorned his face. Looking around, he sees nothing that interests him here, and so he walks. Occasionally under his breath, he whispers to himself the miracles he will perform.]

honk.

[Dragging sounds of the club being scraped across the concrete.]

HONK.

[His smile grows bigger.]

honk.

[Blood trails on the ground.]

HOOOONK.

[Death is a fleeting thing. Tasks were done. Revenge was taken. His plan was to wake up in his old burned out home, thanks to Lydia. Well, thanks to Lydia, he was in fact awake, and alive. He has no use for her anymore, so he doesn't worry about that. What he would like to know, however, is why the hell he is currently walking off of a train, and standing in the middle of a train station at night. He looks through his pockets, and finds a watch. Clicking it open, he notices the buttons and presses one. The video feed comes on, and he smiles slowly. This will come in handy. He lifts the watch so that he can inspect the feed. He can hear the heartbeats of the city. He can feel, taste, smell. He smells one in particular that he would like to get in touch with at that moment.]

Hello Derek. It's been a while. I would like to talk to you, if I may. We have a lot of catching up to do, nephew.

[If Cosette had grown up any other way, the unfamiliar walls of the Cathedral and the city outside it might have seemed foreboding, even threatening. But much like any of her other homes over the years, she hadn't chosen Ruby City; she was simply whisked away, left to find a niche in her new home and new life until the next time. In this way moving frequently as a child had had its perks: one learned to adapt quickly.

Still, she couldn't abide all the rain. It made her think of Papa, of the move to England, of Marius. Feeling caged, she stepped towards the large doorway, fiddling with her unfamiliar weight of the watch around her wrist as she watched the rain pelt the street outside.]

Edited 2013-07-19 01:34 (UTC)

[ So maybe Noa let his more feline instincts out on certain occasions. What was the harm in just letting loose for a little while? Take in sights, smell the fresh air, all that good stuff. Sometimes that included finding a particularly sweet smelling patch of grass to roll around in (that also just happened to not be grass at all, but catnip instead. Regrets? What are those??). Other times, it involved getting up on high things...and getting stuck on high things.

Being a werecat does not mean you always land on your feet, just- fyi.

Looking down from some particularly tall branches is one very large man with only one arm, one eye, two cat ears sprouting up from the dark mess of his hair, and a faded red bandana covering the bottom portion of his face. Thank god it's day time otherwise this would very easily reach into 'scary' territory. But as it is, he's just a cat stuck in a tree.

No big deal. ]

[ ooc: Hey guys it's Queenie/Labrys-mun. If you wanna plan any shenanigans, feel free to talk to me on plurk (queensbeforekings) uvu Otherwise, just tag away!

The Black Stallion

[Don't mind her, she's here for the beer.

A moment after giving her order, she snaps out of her slouch and snaps her fingers.]

No, wait... Make that a whiskey. Double, on the rocks.

[Leah sends the barkeeper, waiter, whatever this person is her best menacing glare as a tip.

Too young to be drinking in some states? Maybe. Certainly too young to be turned into a goddamn werewolf by the presence of sparkly vampires, kill your father, watch your boyfriend turn into a love-struck zombie and as cherry on top, get hauled away to some third-rate sorry excuse for a Star Trek convention meets haunted village spiel. She ran into a chick with grey body paint and horns earlier, for God's sake.

Girl needs a drink.

She props her elbows on her cozy little table in the darkest, most remote corner of the bar and rubs her pounding temples.]

What a day...

2/2

[Lee wasn't one of the most devout Christian men among the rank and file of Southern Christians, but that didn't mean he didn't need a little solace time and again. He sits in a pew, his elbows resting on his knees, his head bowed forward and his fingers knitted loosely together. He could be praying, or possibly just thinking, but either way he's quiet and pensive in the solemn stillness of the cathedral.]

4/1

[You know what Lee could really use? A drink. Yes. And probably something to eat, just so he's not totally smashed too early. He glances around as he comes in the door, and then heads for the bar and settles himself on one of the stools. His expression is worn down, the look of a man too tired to hide it. The kind of tiredness that comes from running too hard for too long from too goddamn much.]

A - Train Station

[ To say that Trucy isn't more than a little confused would be a lie. She's very confused. As she steps off of the train, the change in scenery is definitely noticeable -- this isn't Los Angeles anymore. This is... well, she's not sure.

Maybe this is a magic trick gone wrong. No, no, it couldn't be. She wasn't practicing anything on the train, so obviously this is a dream. For a long moment, the young girl stands there, deciding to go about this with a level head -- it's time to investigate. ]

B - The Library

[ Answers are not an easy thing to come by here, it would seem. Trucy has been searching all day, speaking to people here and there, but she needs to know more, so what better place to look than the library. She's sitting at a table, though, surrounded by books that have lead her absolutely no where, but the expression on her face says it all -- she's determined, and she's not going to give up until she finds out just how being taken from her own home to here is remotely possible. ]

Train Station:

[Look.

Conrad knows all of the trains in the city, alright.

He knows them. He knows the train stops he knows them and this is not one of them. This is not funny. This is not cool. And this somehow.... doesn't seem to be Hanna's fault, considering the scrawny little shit is nowhere to be found.

Oh, but it has to be his fault.

Has to be somebody's.

But with nothing but the night air to hear him, Conrad isn't ashamed to question these quaint surroundings.]

Where.

The hell.

AM I?!

Conrad's Apartment: assume a few weeks later obvs

[Well, it isn't home, but it's certainly a place of his own.

That he really isn't expecting to see a visitor in the first minute he steps through the door.]

JESuschristwheredidyoucomefrom?!

Edited 2013-07-22 22:51 (UTC)

1. Cathedral

[Have you come to the cathedral to pray? Or maybe you were looking for some peace and quiet in general or to meet someone? Either way, you may find a young teenage girl about the chapel. She might be sneaking behind the pews or the pillars, trying to eavesdrop on any information. Or, she might be staring in awe at all the stained glass windows....]

Gosh, those pictures in the windows look really pretty!

....Really pleasing to the eyes. Especially to one of a Great Thief! [SPOILERS: She's not really gonna steal them but feel free to tell her off!]

2. Library

[Kay can be found in the library today, trying to 'steal' as much information as possible.

Meaning that she is busy going through various books, skimming through them, sighing and dumping the books on the floor when she finds out that they contain no useful information on the city.

And then suddenly....her eyes light up.] Wait a minute.....what's this?

[And she pulls what looks like a magazine titled "The Jammin' Ninja Volume 88: Princess Misola Gets Cursed" from the shelf.] Oh wow, I didn't know that the Jammin' Ninja was popular here!

A. Anywhere!

MUNCHMUNCHMUNCH.

[In no time it all, Ema has examined her surroundings, and isn't too pleased by her predicament (though, perhaps slightly more pleasant than working for that glimmerous fop). She hardly keeps herself at the station for long, and has already taken to exploring the town, munching on a bag of snackoos along the way.

You can still get these here, right?]

[ there's a scrawny, nervous-looking fellow at the train station. he's paused right in the middle of the platform, and he's cupping the flame of a lighter as he tries with trembling hands to light his cigarette. dressed in sneakers with no socks, jeans that have been rolled up to mid-calf, and a lab-coat stuffed with papers and bits of things he's collected over a striped, long-sleeved shirt, he looks like a disaster and he probably works in some sort of lab somewhere. right?

alfendi can't remember boarding the train or why he'd done it or where he is. it's happening more and more often these days; losing time, minutes or even hours. at least he knows why, which.. helps. with a psyche split in two, he should be.. seeing someone, on medication, something. but no one at the yard's insisted, and he knows very well why. professor hershel layton's son is infinitely preferable when his alternate consciousness is in control-- which is almost always. which is.. now. (it's strange, even knowing that he's the false personality, he doesn't feel fake.)

he gets the cigarette lit, taking a deep drag and releasing the smoke slowly as he peers around at his surroundings. right. well, wherever his alternate self has taken him this time, he supposes he should discover the reason why. especially as lucy isn't around to relay the details. ]

a. the train station.

[ You'll find a quiet girl with long hair in the train station even as the train's rolled out into the darkness, mostly unruffled by her sudden arrival in the city. Rather, she's examining the posters on the walls, checking the station for every visible piece of information, and looking surprisingly well adjusted. In fact, she takes a few steps towards the area ringing the train station as well, even walking on the tracks for a few moments as if trying to confirm something. ]

Edited 2013-07-23 21:09 (UTC)

A: Black Stallion Saloon:
[He almost feels at a loss here. There's so little to do. Compared to the near-constant stress and trial of home, it's eerily quiet. It should relax him, but it puts him on edge, as often as not. He's not a man used to peace.

Yet he might as well take advantage of the limitless food and ample leisure time, which is why he's here in the saloon, enjoying a hamburger and a beer. The food is quite good. Not that he experiences deprivation, as a high-ranking officer, but it's difficult to get used to the fact that there's no dearth or want.

He leans back comfortably in his chair, but not one to be idle, he pauses every now and then to write in a notebook with one of the pens he's taken to carrying with him.]

B: Clocktower and around town:
[He's up early in the morning, every morning. He's made a study of the town and its defenses, or lack thereof. He walks to the edge of the city and stands gazing out at the plains for a time, then makes his way up to the top of the Clocktower, for a better view. He can see so far from there. Open countryside and the forest beyond. All strangely quiet. It makes him curious. He wants to go farther than he can see, feels almost a need to go. He's heard that at the end of it all there's simply nothing, but he'd like to witness that for himself. The problem is getting there. ]

C: The library:
[There are so many books here, but none about the city itself. That was frustrating, at first, but Erwin had soon realized that the books that are available are fascinating enough in their own way. They touch on a multitude of subjects, many of which he's never even heard of before. He walks among the shelves, picking up titles at random, and leafing through them, fascinated. There's so much, he almost doesn't know where to begin.

He picks up an atlas--not from this world, but likely from some other--and stares down at the colored maps, drawing a fingertip slowly along a coastline, studying the jagged division of blue and green.]

[ What good luck that during this downpour the closest building is the Library. The wondrous, magnificent Library. Hange could not be more ecstatic to find herself surrounded by all of this books. Literally surrounded, as she has made a space entirely for herself with piles upon piles of books stacked up at least three feet high.

A: Maybe you accidentally ran into one of these piles of books and knocked one over, after which a very comedic "gah!" can be heard as the tomes come crashing down upon her.

B: Or maybe you're finding her browsing through the anthologies of the various species. She'll be rubbing her head in a frustrated manner, mumbling to herself along the lines of 'The only mention of Titans are these giants of mythology--?' Mythology. Ha. Now that's just weird. Titans are very real creatures where she's from. ]

[ Boring. Boring. And, boring. Time for some entertainment. Time for some chaos.

Find this goddess giving you...

A) a personal thunderstorm just above your head
B) a set of cat ears and tail and a strange want of warm milk
C) the irresistible urge to tag on an 'in my pants' at the end of each sentence you speak
D) the ability of not being able to pick up anything; everything you touch falls through your hands.

Oh, yes, there will be a very blue lady a ways off, smirking to herself like a loser. ]

A. Cathedral

[Uther had never been a very religious man. Certainly, he knew the teaching of St. Elimine and ostensibly followed them, but they couldn't honestly be called a major guiding force in his life.

Nor a major guiding force in his afterlife, it seemed. Perhaps that was what had brought him here. He's acting more like a curious tourist than a lost soul, though, as he picks a hymnal up from a pew and flips through it briefly before returning it to its place.]

B. Video Post

I have a problem that I am seeking some assistance with. It will likely seem foolish to many of you, but I ask you to understand that many of this city's conveniences are new to me.

[Uther shifts the camera's view from his face to an unlit ceiling lamp. The particularly observant may notice a telltale dark spot on the bulb--looks like it's burnt out.]

The bottled sun here has stopped responding. I would like to know how it may be lit again.

[ Dug is running through the streets chasing a pigeons around the plaza in front of the clock tower. By the way, he talks, thanks to his special collar made by his good and kind (ex)-master. ]

Bird! Come back, bird!

[ He barks gleefully a few times; he's a bit loud, so you're probably going to hear him. ]

I am going to catch you, you birds!

7. le cafe anglais

[The first thing that gave Marius completely troubling thoughts was that instead of waking up in his bed in the morning after finally meeting his beloved Cosette, he'd woken up on a bizarre horseless-carriage, the likes of which he'd never seen.

He'd thought he was dreaming, but in his confusion he'd managed to trip down the stairs and stub his toe. Great going.

He's not sure what end of Paris he's been whisked away to, or by who, because he's walked all around and hasn't been able to make heads or tails of it. His apartment isn't here, nor is the Musain, or any of the other landmarks in his day to day life. But he's found a tea-shop, and he's been sitting in it for the better part of an hour, sipping from the cup and trying to figure out a way to get back home.]

[station -> library?]

[it had rapidly become apparent to tieria that not only had he arrived in some strange city, on a strange train, but that this place and its surroundings didn't exist on his planet. since merging with veda, the supercomputer that governed earth and its surrounding colonies, there was nowhere that wasn't familiar to him. but the layout of this city, its position in the surrounding landscape, the precise style of its architecture - nothing matched up to anything that existed. even accounting for a different position in time didn't make sense, due to the geographical features--

after thinking about it for the exceedingly long time of 3 seconds, he decided that it was time to gather information in a calm and rational manner. there would hopefully be some sort of information store that he could access: now he just had to find it. once he'd established the where of ruby city, he would then start worrying about the how and why.

at least he was dressed, he thought, as he wandered in the direction of a passer-by. he didn't often bother to imagine the concept of clothes anymore, and as he had no idea as to whether this body he found himself in was actually "real" so to speak, there'd been a high chance he could have ended up arriving naked. that would have made things rather awkward. the weird, silky pyjama-looking things were infinitely preferable, even if he'd never understood his... relatives' wardrobe inclinations.

your character has been approached by tieria erde.]

I need to find some sort of library. Preferably one with digital access. Direct me.

Edited 2013-07-31 22:59 (UTC)

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Eyes Rutherford ► Spiral: Suiri no Kizuna

vernon boyd | teen wolf

Jake English | Homestuck

cora hale || teen wolf

finas ;; hanna is not a boy's name

Jackson Whittemore | Teen Wolf

(Sober) Gamzee Makara | Homestuck

Peter Hale | Teen Wolf

Cosette Fauchelevent | Les Miserables

Noa Tasi | Original Character