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

Draco Malfoy | Harry Potter | Not reserved

[princeofthesnakes]

[It was bad enough that he was stuck here in this bloody awful city. And surrounded by what amounted to as a league of Mudbloods and Muggle Lovers...

No, it had to rain. Draco was forced to seek shelter in the nearest shoppe. It was dirty and filled with plebeians from what he could see from the outside.

But the smell of a good cup of tea and biscuits struck him as he walked through the door. With sure, self-confident steps, he approached the counter and cleared his throat.]

I would like a cup of Earl Grey and scones. Now.

[alwaysimpure]

He means 'please'. Sorry, he's not very good at this language.

[Sirius has identified Draco as a wizard, that much was easy enough. Pureblood, well, that was an even easier deduction to make, given the demeanor. And that obviously brought out the snark.]

[princeofthesnakes]

[Cold, silver eyes turned on the intruder, accompanied by the patented Malfoy sneer.]

No, I'm quite certain I meant now. Of course, I could say it in simpler words if that would work better for you Muggles and Muggleborn. Far be it for me to be hard to understand.

[alwaysimpure]

Politeness is the key. But I suppose that's still not part of pureblood etiquette.

If you want something from someone, ask for it, don't demand it.

Let me guess. Malfoy? [Between that expression and his hair, it's pretty obvious.]

[princeofthesnakes]

Politeness is something one uses on ones equals and superiors. So far, I've yet to find either of those here.

And of course I'm a Malfoy. [He takes a good look at the man at his side. The features reminded him of...]

You're a Black, yes?

[myspecialblend]

I am afraid we are all out of Earl Grey, but I have made my own personal blend.

[You are going to get tea in the smallest cup ever. At least the scone is a rather normal size.]

[princeofthesnakes]

[Golins, trolls, merfolk, selkies, dragon, Veela... He'd seen a lot in his eighteen years, but a talking cat? No.

He tries to rein in his surprise and he's sure that he's successful in doing so because his control is tight. (Potter is nowhere near by to make him loose his cool, after all.)]

Do you have Irish Breakfast Tea then? I hardly trust your personal blend this early in the morning.

[snakesroarquietly]

[Regulus catches sight of the fellow wizard as soon as he steps into the cafe. It is hard to miss someone dressed in robes, all the more so soon after Severus Snape's short stint in the city. He lingers near the door, well aware that the other wizard will recognize him just as easily. After months in the city, Regulus still adheres to his dress code of expensive, old-fashioned robes. His eyes narrow as he takes in blond hair and sharp facial features, wouldn't be surprising if he has Malfoy blood. No familiar face, though, which is good news after the last familiar face has been so unwelcome. Regulus' hand tightens around the doorknob. He could simply leave... But then Sirius might be the first one to come across the new wizard and Merlin knows what he would tell him.

He swoops towards the counter, subconsciously adjusting his own posture and tone of voice to outdo the boy's haughtiness.] I will have the same. [A heartbeat passes and well, he can't help the dig.] Thank you. [A pointed look towards the boy from the corner of his eyes go with the words. What an appalling lack of manners.]

[princeofthesnakes]

[Excuse you, these are top of the line, fresh from an exclusive shop in Paris robes. Not the rags that you're wearing. Could you be any more twenty-five years behind?

And besides, it would take a million years to outdo a Black-Malfoy child. Merlin, didn't anyone tell you?]

It must be a shame to have to be nice to those beneath you. Not that I know what that's like.

[snakesroarquietly]

Ah. [Regulus' brows arch. Well... This is something different.

He finds himself momentarily floundering and curses himself as soon as he realizes it. He shouldn't have let himself become complacent surrounded by Gryffindors.]

Of course you wouldn't know what that's like. Children are granted more liberties. [His tone of voice may be as pleasant as can be, but the hint of a sneer isn't quite so pleasant. The possible Malfoy may be his age, but Regulus recalls how important being accepted as an adult had been to him, before he started wishing he wouldn't have to carry adult responsibilities.]

[princeofthesnakes]

[This... wasn't like dealing with his underlings. No, this is more like the banter he was used to having with Blaise and, on occasion, Theodore. It made his blood pump and he could feel a little flash of glee at the challenge.

Once a Snake, always a Snake, yes.]

I'm sure that you're intimately acquainted with the liberties granted children, but I've earned my right to disdain those around me.

[snakesroarquietly]

[Well parried, stranger. Regulus' lips twitch, though the sneer wins out.] Have you? [A bored drawl, oh, what a hardship it is to burden yourself with the concerns of your inferiors.] How, pray tell, have you earned this right again?

[He walks towards one of the small tables, though slowly so as to wordlessly invite Draco to accompany him.]

Forgive me if my views are outdated, but in my time genuine maturity had to be gained by your own merit, not awarded as a birthday present. But... [He shrugs.] Muggle habits keep taking over, I wouldn't be surprised if this has changed as well.