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

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.