Let's take this for a spin

[fairbrook]

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

The Major / Hellsing

[genuine_human]

Le Cafe Anglais

[There was no necessity in eating. His body, now mostly machine, ran on its own perpetually with need for only occasional maintenance. Even so, he reveled in the experience that came from eating. A gloved hand wrapped itself around a scone with a cup of steaming darjeeling sits just next to a dish of yet more scones.

The Major has been here all day, talking to any patron who would muster up enough courage to sit next to him. He laughs, his mouth still full of pastry, as he indulges his mood to chat up a storm.]

I never cared much for English food. They're not nearly as hearty as real food should be. Most of the meat is just ground up into their little pies and pudding as if a man couldn't bother chewing his own food.

[He tosses the scone into his mouth, though at a short distance, now chewing what's left of it.]

How an empire sustained itself on this, I will never understand!

[If you ask around enough, you'll find that he's actually a regular. Why, even?]

Train Station

[Now and then, he would sit on one of the benches in the terminal, sitting and waiting for the train to arrive. There isn't much that he actually does besides that. Should a train come, the Major would flash a grin and wave, still sitting.]

Welcome.

[He would say, ever smiling. Sometimes he would have a scone in his hand and a thermos of coffee beside him.]

Le Cafe Anglais

[singinghuntress]

[Rip had been out and about doing business safely hidden under her trusty umbrella when she heard a very very familiar voice. She stopped in her tracks, her eye widening as she felt the largest grin simply take over her features.

Immediately she was back tracking towards the source of the voice, giddy and practically bouncing as she took a seat across from him. How did she miss his arrival!?]

Good afternoon Major~. I zee you are enjoying zome of zhe local cuisine. I do hope it lives up to your standards even if it iz bland English food.

[genuine_human]

Oh.

[A trusted officer. A familiar face in quite some time. This is a pleasant surprise.]

No, First Lieutenant. The food is quite atrocious.

[Grabbing the plate full of remaining scones, he lifts it up, only to turn it over. Scones drop down like tennis balls and bounce off the table once before rolling off in their respective directions.]

I would not dare bring myself to offer you any even if you were hard at work. So sorry.

[singinghuntress]

[Rip actually laughs as he dumps the scones and cant help but pick one up and crumble it in a gloved hand, letting the bits fall where they will as she utterly destroys the attempt at a food item.]

Vell, I am afraid zhere iz hardly a decent restaurant vithin zhis place to begin vith~. Zhough, zhe local pub does haf quite ze selection or zo I am told. I'm afraid I cannot tell you how zhey might taste.

Train

[alwaysgrumpy]

[Now this guy smells all SORTS of weird. Time to have a little look at the newcomer, then.]

Well now, I guess it's that time of the month, again. Another batch of fresh arrivals. Hey, stranger.

[genuine_human]

[The Major turns his head over to Akira, flashing him a smirk. He raises a hand and gives a wave.]

Hello there, friend. Why don't you take a seat?

[He gestures over to the part of the bench next to him.]

I may be a stranger now, but let's see what I can do to fix that.

[alwaysgrumpy]

[Much as he likes to see people with spirit, this is perhaps a bit too friendly for his tastes. He's hesitant, but eventually settles next to him. Up close, the scent was more intense. A metallic scent with a touch of lubricant. Was he carrying a gun on him?]

Snappy dressin', by the way.

Cafe

[thedarkheir]

[Soma pauses - it's hard to tell with his complexion, but he's blanching at the Major's table manners, then slowly blinked as he realized the corpulent man is addressing him]

Well... wouldn't they needed food that lasts more then food that taste good?

[genuine_human]

[His lips of his smile open up and he bares his teeth. Opening his mouth fully, he takes another bite of the scone. Downing it with tea, he resumes his talk.]

Whether it lasts long or whether it tastes good, food needs to be filling. The British never mastered that in their culinary arts.

[His eyes narrow.]

But I must admit that the reason I come here is for the nostalgia.

[thedarkheir]

Nostalgia... for food you don't like?

[He raised his brows, somewhat uncertain]

Le Cafe Anglais

[pasdecanard]

[How odd! He certainly does not appear to enjoy the food, yet he continues to eat? Ahiru, nearly waddling her way towards the Major's table, approaches him wide-eyed, and curious.]

Y'know Mister, no one is forcing you to eat it or anything.

[You'll have to forgive this one. It just doesn't make any sense!]

[genuine_human]

[The Major shrugs as he dips a scone into his tea.]

No.

[Raising it into the air, he opens his mouth and lets the tea dripping from the scone drizzle down onto his tongue... before he eats it whole.]

You are right. No one is.

[But he doesn't dislike it.]

[pasdecanard]

[What even?]

Well, why not eat something you like? Only makes sense.

[Should she even bother with this one?]

Le Cafe Anglais

[tigress_of_kiev]

[Asthe wasn't eating, but she was listening to what he said. An Empire? She wondered just how big of one. She didn't know much about the history of her world before Armageddon, but from what she gathered, it was a lot like the human kingdom of Albion.]

Humans are such odd creatures.

[She shrugged a little bit, watching him. The sun was setting and she wouldn't need her coat, or the rather large umbrella that she sat under for much longer. Damn the sun.]

[genuine_human]

We are.

[He turns his head to face Asthe and his eyes narrow. The girl seemed out of place especially with her clothing, but well, so did he.]

You'll never find a more entertaining, more worthwhile species on the face of this planet.

[tigress_of_kiev]

[She was out of place just about anywhere she went, unless she was back in her homeland.]

I find most to be incredibly childish.

Cafe!

[swapswithjonathan]

[ Charlotte is still trying to get her wits about her... such a strange, somewhat normal looking place. A far cry from warn torn Europe or that ridiculous castle, certainly, even with the threat of monsters looming somewhere nearby.

Even so, she'd found that the cafe was... relaxing. A good place to get a nice cup of tea and bury herself in a book or two, something she hardly ever got to do at home anymore. Duties to man and the church called, after all, and despite being a witch... well, she wouldn't disobey the church.

Indeed, she has two books with her -- an old, leather bound thing that she's not particularly interested in reading, and something else that looks as though it's been checked out from the library and has seen better days. She's reading up on the place, naturally; and what better way to go about doing so? She can't help but pause, though, as she hears the man speak about the food.

She can't help herself. Really, she can't; she's never been good at minding her own business. She glances over her book, peering at him. ]

...If you don't like it, why bother eating it?

[genuine_human]

[The Major's golden eyes quickly examine Charlotte. As far as fashion goes, her sense of it is somewhat nostalgic. Maybe this was a good day to partake in the cafe all along. A gloved hand pushes the plate full of scones towards Charlotte.]

You can have some if you'd like, fraulein. I eat them only to remember.

[swapswithjonathan]

[ His accent, something she hadn't really noticed before for whatever reason, catches her off guard. He's German... no. This isn't Europe, and here there is no war.

Quickly shaking herself out of her temporary shock, the young mage flashes him a small but polite smile -- it's not smart to take food from strangers, that much is obvious, but it would be rude not to either. So she takes one from the plate, setting it carefully onto a napkin in front of herself. ]

Thank you. I honestly don't remember ever trying a scone before, so I guess I can't really say I've got anything to base the taste off of.

Le Cafe Anglais

[fangs_for_the_memories]

[Irresistibly drawn to investigate the dapper man in the cafe - but not quite sure why - Sasha watches him eat for a few minutes before approaching, a wide-brimmed hat keeping the sun off of her pale skin.]

Bland food for bland people, ja? Pardon the interruption, sir, but your accent caught my attention - I have been gone from Germany for many years, but part of me will always see it as home.

[She inclines her head slightly toward an empty chair, one eyebrow arched in inquiry.]

Perhaps we could reminisce together a little, of the Fatherland?

[Oddly, though her accent does have something of Germany to it, it's hard to pin down exactly - and she sounded slightly awkward with the last word, as though it were unfamiliar in her mouth.]

[genuine_human]

Oh!

[This woman's skin is noticeably pale. Granted, while that isn't common, it isn't exactly abnormal either. The Major keeps her condition in mind, but thinks little of it. It merely struck a tone in him, that's all. He laughs as he extends an arm, welcoming her to the seat... even if she had planned to sit without being beckoned.]

Guten tag, my beautiful fraulein! I didn't expect I would meet another German around these parts. Yes, why don't we? Truthfully, it has been many years since I've stepped foot in the streets of the Fatherland.

[The last time was when he had been beaten up and shot to death by Russian soldiers. But details.]

[fangs_for_the_memories]

[Sasha smiles and gracefully takes the offered seat; her teeth are startlingly white, even contrasted against her skin, and slightly pointed. She keeps her hat on, the brim shading her eyes, and she signals offhandedly to the waiter.]

Truth be told, I am not quite certain I qualify as "German" by birth, anymore...the place where I was born, it has changed hands so many times since then. But German is the language I grew up speaking, at least, even if I never return there.

[When the waiter arrives, she orders only a strong tea, looking regretfully over the food on the table.]

I miss the foods of home...you could tell there was a good meal waiting from half a mile away, with a keen nose. Can't remember the last time I had decent krupniok. Grützwurst, I mean. The only things the British can make strong are drinks.

[She takes a mournful sip of tea, and is silent for a moment.]

When I was last at home, a good few years gone, it had been going through some...difficult times. There vas talk of war. And those damned Russians, meddling, as always. I don't suppose you have more recent news? I have been...out of touch, since arriving here. You know how it is.

Train Station

[fairbrook]

[Pay no mind to the perpetually irritated, eyepatched woman in the corner. No, this is not what she had expected to see on her daily route to 'assist' the newcomers, and she certainly wasn't going to stick around to make merry with the Major.

Although she begins to make her way back home, the scent of cigar smoke may have already given her presence away.

Feel free to call her out on it.]

Re: Train Station

[genuine_human]

Wait.

[Still sitting, doing nothing to face her, he raises a hand at least lettering her know he's aware of her presence. This meeting was something he didn't expect would happen, but it's something he doesn't particularly dislike. No, it's what he wanted all along.]

It has been simply far too long, Sir Integra. I would much appreciate it if you gave me the honor of your company. After all.

[His head turns just enough so that a golden eye can fix itself on the woman and a smile peeks out.]

We are, to each other, our worthiest adversaries.

[fairbrook]

[She turns, fixing her gaze upon him.]

I'm afraid I must disappoint, Major. [She scoffs.] I harbour no desire to make pleasantries with you.

[She cannot just kill him, either. What's the point in killing a man if he'll just return withing the next few days? Her level of done with the situation is skyrocketing.]