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

[jondrette]

No, it makes it worse. Because you suffer in silence, and you can't dare to show it. Because you don't want to be seen as weak or to hurt them, even if, at the same time, that's all you want. To see them suffer as you're suffering. But you'd do anything for them, just for a glance. For a kind word. Because without them... You have no hope. [She sighs, closing her eyes as she reaches for her own drink.]

[bitterwolf]

[She frowns slightly when Eponine's words cease to match up with her own situation, yet the similarities suffice to make all the hurts ache keenly again. At the same time, they are soothed. She's talked to others, to her mother and friends, but none of them knew her hurt like Eponine did.] No hope... and yet all I ever wanted was to get away, for I know that I want nothing more than for him to look at me again like he used to. Like he looks at her now. [Leah laughs sharply.] But I can't have that and I didn't want to torture myself anymore. I would have given anything to leave it all behind. Being kidnapped is the best thing that ever happened to me. Pathetic, isn't it?

[jondrette]

You're lucky, mademoiselle! That your man looked at you at all! Marius saw me, but not as I saw him. He found his love and had me bring him to her. I never knew what it was like to be loved. To hear his words of adoration directed at me! [She laughs again, shaking her head.]

My death was the best thing that ever happened to me. And that is what brought me here. So I suppose it is the same.

[bitterwolf]

So then it is all for the best... how ironic. [But she finally has blessed silence in her mind when she phases into the wolf and when she is human, no Sam gushing over Emily to deepen the pain. She can put up with irony for that.]

I don't think life in this place will be so bad... As long as there are no people like Sam and his friends here. [Speak, no werewolves. Or other supernatural creatures. Miserable French girls, on the other hand, are perfectly welcome.] I would rather handle the danger I've been warned off than deal with the people at home.

[jondrette]

It is, isn't it? [She laughs darkly.]

I don't know your Sam, so I cannot say for certain. But for your sake, I hope there are not. I have people from home here, which is both good and bad. They only briefly knew of me. Or knew me in passing.

[bitterwolf]

You're lucky then. [She shudders. The pack mind...] They know me well. Better than I would have ever wanted them to... and I know them just as well. It would be best if I never saw any of them again... except for... [Leah pales as the realization sinks in.] Oh my God, Seth.

[jondrette]

Perhaps. These men are the same that I now live with. I can forgive m'sieur Prouvaire and Grantaire for not knowing my name. But M'sieur Monster, never. One should always remember the name of the first to fall in their stupid revolution.

[She pauses, furrowing her brow and looking over at Leah.] Seth?

[bitterwolf]

[M'sieur Monster? Well, Leah is intrigued... Right now she is too caught up in her own shocked grief, though.]

Seth is my brother... my little brother. He's just turned 15. He should be worrying about school and girls not about... [She shakes her head sharply.] Never mind. I should be watching out for him. Nobody else will do a proper job. Even though they know his name, at least. What kind of idiots have you been wasting your time on?

[jondrette]

Oh, madamoiselle Leah! [She extends a hand towards her, across the table.] You'll find him again. I'd hardly been here ten minutes when I heard news of my own brother-- he was 12. He fell, too. But yours is alive and well. Be thankful for that.

[She swallows thickly.] I did not know them before.

[bitterwolf]

Holy... [Leah gives Eponine's hand a squeeze.] Here I'm complaining about being separated from my brother and yours, he's dead? [She frowns.] Wait, you said he fell, too. In that same revolution that got you killed? [Leah's grip on Eponine's hand tightens in her anger, becoming downright painful for a moment as she forgets her strength. She catches herself in time before she can do any damage and quickly hides her hand under the table.] He was 12! Who lets a 12 year old fight in a war? Not even Sam would do that!

[jondrette]

[Eponine grits her teeth, refusing to show any sign of pain on her face, but Leah's grip is far stronger than even Montparnasse's. Still, she tries, nodding solemnly and returning her own hand to her lap when Leah releases hers.]

M'sieur Monster would. He said there was nothing he could do to keep him away-- but he did not try hard enough. They tried to keep him away, as I lay dying. But I was told he saw. He should have known better... They all should have. [She swallows. Speaking of Gavroche is hard.] He went to get bullets from the street.

[bitterwolf]

A little boy's got no place being on a battlefield! [Leah's scowl has turned downright thunderous. Oh, she is sorry for Eponine and her loss, but it's thinking of Seth that makes it so upsetting. This is each and every one of her own fears coming true, but at least Seth is three years older and a nearly indestructible werewolf.] Not being able to keep him away... That's no excuse! What kind of grown-up man can't send a boy home when it's a matter of life or death? Mom would have locked us up at home if we'd tried that! Children don't know better, they think they're indestructible. Especially when they're teenage boys.

[Little does she know, of course, that soon enough her pack back home will include werewolves just a year older than Gavroche.]

[jondrette]

Our mother did not care about him. [She only cared about her daughters, and even then, her care was fleeting.] He did not live with us, and it was best for him. I told Enjolras he was wrong. He should have done something, anything! He was not fit to lead a revolution, let alone be someone that Gavroche looked up to.

[She hangs her head, taking a deep sip of her drink.] He was the only member of my family I truly cared about.

[bitterwolf]

[Leah clears her throat, feeling suddenly quite at a loss how to respond. She used to be reasonably good at comforting people, but that had been before. She reaches out to awkwardly pat Eponine's shoulder, then pulls back her hand quickly, unduly embarrassed by the gesture.] He was lucky to have a sister like you.

But boys will be boys, they listen to the wrong people. What was he like?

[jondrette]

[She gives Leah a soft smile, her eyes almost misty.] Thank you, madamoiselle Leah. I wish I could have done more for him.

Gavroche-- spirited and free. He lived on his own so young, but would come back to visit. My mother never cared for him the way she cared for me and Azelma. But he was kind to everyone, a proper gentleman. Smart as a whip, bright and handsome. Everyone called him Little Gavroche, and he seemed to always be singing-- he died singing, they said. Just like him. [She shakes her head, laughing quietly.] He was a little man, in a child's body. I was proud to have him as a brother. Still am.

[bitterwolf]

Eponine...

[It's rare for Leah to be moved to tears, she was never the kind of girls who cried over sad movies and pain would just make her furious, yet it would take a colder heart than she possesses not to be moved by Eponine's love for her brother.

She stands up, walks around the little table and awkwardly enfolds her new friend in an one-armed hug.] You can be proud of him. Very proud. He was one of a kind.

[jondrette]

[Eponine becomes tense in Leah's attempted hug, her shoulders tight, unsure of what to do or where to put them. This sort of thing she isn't used to. She and Grantaire are physical, but her relationship with Grantaire was of the curious sort.

She nods, appreciatively.] Merci, Leah. You would have loved him.

[bitterwolf]

[She is almost relieved by Eponine's discomfort. At least she isn't the only woman here who hardly knows what to do with hugs and outpourings of emotions.

She pulls away and returns to her seat with an awkward chuckle.]

I'm sure I would have loved him. He reminds me of my own little brother. I think they would have been friends. But... isn't there a chance you will see him again in this city? You were dead as well.

[jondrette]

I hope, [She explains.] To see him again-- to be the sister he deserves would be a wonder. I should apologize to him, for him having to see me pass. For not being there for him as much as I should have. He did not live with us, but he came and went as he pleased.

Your brother may join us yet, too.

[bitterwolf]

See? It might be a marvel yet, this place. A second chance to start over! With your family, even, and to make better choices. But wait a moment...

[What the hell, she darts away for a moment to grab the entire bottle of whiskey. When she returns, she pours them both another glass.]

We should at least get to drink to the deceased. As for my brother, though? I'd rather he stay where he is. He's happy and relatively safe where he is. This is a cage, he doesn't deserve to have more of his life stolen from him.

[jondrette]

No, not with my family. Just Gavroche. [She did not miss her mother or her father or even her sister. Her family had no love for her, not anymore. They were all consumed with greed. Though, she had to wonder what would have happened, when they found her body, and Gavroche's. Would they mourn? Would anybody?

No. No they would not.

She grabs the glass of whiskey as though she's dying of thirst.] Then I hope he stays wherever he is, too. A drink to the deceased. [She raises her glass.]

[bitterwolf]

I can drink to that. To the deceased!

[Leah raises her glass as well and clinks it with Éponine's.

She takes note of her friend excluding her family from the list of people she wants to see again, yet decides after a moment not to inquire. They've told another a lot for a first meeting, she wouldn't be surprised if it's more than they ever shared with a stranger. Better not to be pushing her luck.]

And let's drink to the living as well. To all those we left behind...

[jondrette]

[At the clink, she takes a deep drink before already moving to pour herself more whiskey. It's true, she tends not to share this sort of thing with people. Then again, she also was the sort to completely open up for no reason at all. Middle ground was not something that she often experienced.]

To the living, then. [She fills up Leah's glass as well.] To your brother, to my Marius, perhaps even your Sam, too.

[bitterwolf]

[Leah thinks about that with a grimace, then chuckles darkly.] Might as well... To Sam and Emily, may they be forever happy... far, far away from me! But now we have to drink to that girl your man is drooling about, too. [She flashes Eponine a toothy grin.] Fair's fair... and either way, it'll get us another glass of whiskey.

[jondrette]

[She pours them both another tall glass.] Fine. To Cosette. Our floors were never cleaner than when she was around, the water always fresh. And to the woolen petticoat her mother bought for her! It kept me warm all winter long. [She chuckles darkly and slams the whole glass back before all but throwing it on the table.]