NOV. TEST DRIVE

[missleadingquestions]

Sorry to be late this time!



G'day, Ruby City!

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: 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. Bad 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

wow bet you weren't expecting this at all

[omnishamble]

[ gilgamesh is not often a patron of the library.

when he is, it is understood to be a venture that is not spent solely within the building's confines, and further not one that is spent amid the fall of dust and the scent of long unopened pages. when he deigns wander in, it is brief and it is quick. he takes what he desires, and none ask questions of him. none belonged asking, to begin.

instead, gilgamesh had always preferred to hear the words he so sought from the mouths of others. when books held little more than the factual breadth of knowledge, topography, and hymns, their lasting worth was no more than that. books often compiled and censored, missed crucial detailing, and he could not pull them apart as deftly as one could the tonality of a human voice or a human expression. he could not be granted his deserved reward for work, alone. the general did not interest him. the mundane, the limited, the unchangeable, the temporary breaths of entertainment... in them was nothing sustainable. it tarnished as quickly as all else did, and each languished ever plainly in its own tongue.

so, when something more promising draws his eye, he is fine to permit it. it would be, perhaps, hard not to for most. the figure that man cuts is imposing to any normal man, but gilgamesh only finds familiarity in it. more, he pauses in his hardly enthused perusal of the tomes to follow his tread at his leisure.

the last he had seen him of, he had given him a vow.

and so, as he takes it upon himself to slowly circle to the aimed for table's opposite side, he allows iskander a momentary sweep of his eyes. ]

It appears this city has decided to bring more of you, after all. [ he straightens, arms folding over his chest with all of his usual ease. if there is anything to be read in his expression, it comes with the fainter narrow of his eyes, the proud tilt of his chin: ] King of Conquerors.

[sikandar]

[iskandar does not look up immediately. it is a humbling and infuriating moment he has never dealt with before: the conqueror forced in a position of defense as the victor studied their prize with greedy eyes. he briefly wonders if his subjects in foreign lands felt the same when he marched through their cities, this burning, defiant pride laced with sorrow which hurt his chest.]

King of Kings. [he looks into gilgamesh's eyes with no fear.] It seems the city has done the same for you.