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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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[Fuck, not again.

There's only so many times he can sit bolt upright while his stomach simultaneously drops through the floor and rises up into his throat in a sickening knot when he hears that voice, and he's reaching the end of his tolerance.

Rather than responding to the broadcast at all, he flashsteps across the city and to the train station with such velocity that he literally skids to a stop, and the speed he was travelling at has done nothing to keep the weather off him. His shirt is soaked through, his hair washed out of its usual far-too-anime style...

... and he really doesn't give a flying fuck.

For the love of all that's holy, let him stay this time.]

English!

[In the world of Jake, it's only been a few short days since he was presented with his best friend's decapitated head and forced to kiss it.

In the world of Jake, he and Dirk Strider are only just beginning to dance around what it means to be intimate, and how 'friends' translates into 'boyfriends'.

In the world of Jake, the sight of Dirk Strider - soaked and standing in the rain, shouting his name - is nothing short of relief, and his face lights up at the sight of him, his shoulders slumping.]

Strider! By jove, am I ever glad to see you!

[With no regards for the weather, the broad-shouldered boy tromps right out into the rain. He does hike his green shirt back over his head, but it doesn't do either of them much good. ~~Nobody ever said Jake English was one for sense.~~ He comes to a stop in front of Dirk, peering at him from behind waterstreaked and fogged glasses.]

Where in the hell are we? This doesn't look at all as I expected things to appear! I was expecting...I don't know...dastardly ghouls and ramshackle monoliths, not a Victorian village in the rain!

[Ah well, it's not as if they're going to die in the rain (and if they do it isn't going to last long here), and after the heat lately it's actually refreshing.]

You didn'--

[Oh, right. Dirk holds in a groan, pushing one hand against his face with his fingers sliding up under his shades. He presses down, dots exploding across his vision, and hisses out a slow breath through his teeth.

Great. This is juuuust great, but no, he can work with this.]

You came off at the wrong junction, Jake. This isn't SBURB, it's... [Something else.] Let's get the hell out of this weather and I'll explain.

Not SBURB? What sort of hornswaggle is this? We've got monsters to fight, worlds to conquer! Adventures to have! And how do we get to this from volcanoes erupting and, and, and...damn!

[He shakes his head, actually shaking his fist at the sky.]

Lead the way, I suppose. It seems you are doomed to be my guide in this accidental side trip.

[He'd actually forgotten how much of an melodramatic person Jake English was. That realisation provokes a small pang somewhere in the softer parts of his feelings - had it really been that long?

There's a faint smile, a soft exhale, and he nods, gesturing for Jake to follow him. The walk back to the house has never felt as lengthy as it does right now. He debates, while they walk, over just how much he should tell him. There's five months and one messy breakup between he and Jake now, with the younger of them not even aware of what's to come. Is it really Dirk's place to get him up to speed?

Does he even want to?]

It's good to see you. [He settles on that, eventually. Unambiguous enough not to be questioned and honest enough to not be pinned as a lie.]

Time's all hells of fucked up here. It's been a while.

[Once it's clear they're going to walk in the rain, Jake exhales a long-suffering sigh, releasing he overshirt he'd pulled up over his head, shoving his hands almost angrily into his pockets. Not for the first time, he's glad that his guns are safely captchalogued away; he shudders to think of what exactly the rain would do to his prized pistols.

Dirk, you make it sound like I didn't just see you yesterday.

[Jake's laugh is a little on the nervous side, and at Dirk's next words, he grunts a small 'oh'. Because of that, continues on in relative silence for quite some time, and after a few moments, he speaks again.]

So. How long has it been for you? Not yesterday, I assume. Months? [a pause.] Years? [Another pause.] Centuries? By jove, Dirk, have you been once again forging your way through the ages with nary a smile to keep your spirits up?

[Jake gets a bit of a look at that, one that says 'oh, please' without words because really English does it look like it's been years?

He's expecting to age well but that's just ridiculous.]

No, it's nothing like that. [Best to keep it simple for now, right?] I've... been here over a year, but the last time I saw you was a few months ago. I told you, this isn't SBURB, and it isn't Earth either. It's somewhere else. An interspatial anomaly.

[Hey, man, Jake's not gonna ask questions, he's just gonna assume that there's a whole lot of shit going on here that he just doesn't understand. Maybe Dirk's been turned into a robot-cyborg-dude, and maybe that's why he looks so good for having aged a thousand years. Stranger things have happened.

Jake furrows his brows.]

...a few months...but I've never been here! Is this more of your blasted time chicanery? Did something get screwed up in the ether and send me bouncing forwards and backwards?

[Scowling, Jake hugs himself. The rain isn't as cold as it could be, and he's reached the point where he's soaked enough that it doesn't matter, but the whole situation is all sorts of frustrating.]

Nothing can be simple anymore, can it?

[Dirk doesn't even seem to be noticing the rain. His thoughts are entirely elsewhere, and only half on what Jake is saying to him. It doesn't take him long to come to the conclusion that he can't tell him what happened between them. At least, not yet.]

When has anything ever been fuckin' simple? [The words are muttered, his fingers pushed up under his shades as he rubs one of his eyes.]

You don't remember being here, but you have been. Twice, for less than a month both times. I'm not expecting you to understand it, bro. Just believe me.

[Jake actually laughs at Dirk's words, though the laugh comes out sounding a little forced, trailing off into a halfhearted sigh.

He doesn't address the question. It's rhetorical, and he knows that.]

You know, it seems like every time we encounter each other, you're providing me with more unbelievable information. Except since it's you, Dirk Strider, I'm almost one hundred percent positive that it isn't all feathers. A little smoke and mirrors, maybe, but not falsehoods.

[He sighs.]

Does everyone stay for such a short time? Why did I leave? And, blast it, why don't I remember?

Not everyone. [He frowns, shrugging, then shuddering faintly as the motion dislodges enough water from his hair to send it running unpleasantly down his back.]

You ain't the only one, Jake, don't even worry about it. [Lightly, he pats one hand against the back of the other boy's shoulder.] Look, I'll try to answer you as much as I can, but there's shit goin' down here that even I haven't managed to get a handle on, yet.

[Jake is still fresh enough at this whole 'human contact' thing that the bare touch of Dirk's hand to his shoulder makes him shiver, and he shrugs it off. Literally. Without even really thinking about what he's doing.]

Well, maybe we can get a grip on it together! Strider-English, the most dastardly duo to ever sleuth through this downtrodden city! [He flashes Dirk a grin.]

Surely you don't have to go this alone anymore. Not while I'm here, old boy.

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