rubycity_ooc | Time for another test drive!

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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// THE TRAIN STATION //

[ it takes him a few moments after he steps off the train to realize that no, this isn't where he was going, he doesn't remember where he was going, and this certainly isn't where he intends to be. actually, he's not even sure where here is, but it is probably safe to say that it is nowhere near where he is supposed to be.

by the time he turns around to board the train again, it has already left. there is unease festering within his heart, but he presses forward, knowing that it would not do well to dwell on these things. he has a master he must return to, one who is as skilled a magus as any he has ever known. perhaps this is a test of some kind? though he doubts that Kayneth would be this elaborate, and, aside from that, he doesn't think he can sense him in this realm at all.

perhaps it would behoove him to ask for directions back to the city. he approaches the nearest passerby, offering a polite smile by way of greeting. ]

Excuse me, but could you tell me where I am?

[ ooc note; so Lancer in canon has been cursed with a little love... mark on his face which causes any woman who looks at him to fall instantly in love. unless, of course, they have some sort of magical resistance. i'm more than willing to play it dumbed down, or not have them look at him at all. ]

[Saber's on surveillance instead of welcoming duty today, but it doesn't mean she's simply not going to pass the Train station. It's fortunate, as well, because the man who's approached her is, well, familiar.

The summer and her experiences have her forgoing her usual suit, and instead she wears a light button-up and slacks. Her skin is freckled from the sunlight, but she's still herself-- and Diarmuid is himself as well. She recognises his voice immediately, but hardly believes it, even as she turns her head to face him.]

Lancer?

[There might be a reason he cannot sense his Master. Kayneth is hunched over in his wheelchair. His pain is constant, and he's only able to sit up thanks to the magecraft of the renowned puppet-maker he'd consulted. Although he does what he can to maintain a semblance of dignity, the façade sometimes slips.

At the sound of his Servant's voice, he straightens and turns toward him, his eyes narrowing. He has no idea where he is, having arrived not long before, but he doesn't like admitting to ignorance. Wherever he is, he doesn't want to be here. He has a War to win.]

You're where you should be, with me. Now make yourself useful.

Time for another test drive!

diarmuid ua duibhne | fate/zero | ota

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I'm going to try a different canon point...