rubycity_ooc | DEC. TEST DRIVE

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DEC. TEST DRIVE

It's that time again!

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:

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: 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.

Bad 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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Being an assassin requires one to read more than just text and print. Your fingers are worn, you look as if you've seen a lot of action and combat judging by the minor scrapes and cuts along them, unless my eyes deceive me.

Your body language as well. You're keeping your hands in your pockets, as if prepared to leap at a moments notice in case I might be of danger to you. Not to mention that look in your eyes..

[She's only a few inches from his face, looking at him dead on as their eyes connect.]

You've seen things.. Terrible things which words cannot do justice. You share the gaze that many men of the sea share, yet you seem to have a good handle upon such memories.

[She backs away, leaning against a close by pillar, arms crossing over her chest as she continued to watch him.]

I am no danger to you, Doctor. Rest assured my days as a hired killer are long gone, but it's hard to give up on old habits, wouldn't you agree?

[He very nearly flinches at the welcome. Oh he is not happy. Taking in a deep breath, he rocks on his feet before looking up and away in thought. Now or never, Doctor. His reply starts with a small hum before weaning into it slowly.]

Mmmm-do you happen to remember a man named Allonso?

[His eyes widen then. No. It couldn't be.]

So you're what's waiting for me, hm?

[Walking in circles around him, he pulls out his screwdriver, stopping right in front of him once more, holding it up to him. He wanted proof.]

I'm far past that....

[Jack stops looking over the signs posted around with useful information for the newcomers to watch the man approaching. There isn't even a flicker of recognition in his gaze; Jack hasn't met this one yet.]

"Hi, there. Captain Jack Harkness." [Jack extends his hand, as if meeting a stranger. There's still that sense of wrongness about Jack, the Doctor can feel it, so it's obvious that they've already traveled together. But the trademark flirty grin doesn't come to Jack's face. He's being cautious, instead.]

And keychains are utterly useless, of course.

[Just a little bit less peril, please. That's all he asks.

Except for the sort he causes himself, mind. That's just how these things go. Can't get very far saving the day without a little meddling.]

To be fair, I doubt being stuck in one city is anyone's idea of a good time. [Wait.] Is there any sort of way out of here?

[An eyebrow quirk, and Jack shakes his head. He was on his way off Earth when he got intercepted here, so, he never made it to that fateful spaceport bar, and he has no idea that the Doctor was dying.]

"You might be forward of me, then. Last time I saw you was the twenty-seven planets."

[You know...because you didn't show up when we needed you to.]

[He stands stiff, listening to her tell him of his life. He's heard it all before. It's nothing new really. He's heard countless people recognize the pain in his eyes, and how he hides it with a smile. He watches her solemnly before relaxing, pulling his hands out of his pockets to show them to her.]

Well, these hands and eyes have seen a few things, but there's one thing you've gotten wrong.

[He then pulls out his screwdriver from the inner pocket of his blazer and shakes it a bit, a smile growing on his face.]

Wrong pockets.

[Frowning and lightly swatting his hand.]

Oi, what's that for? You act like you seen a ghost.

[She smiles though and steps around the bench, sliding to sit beside him and peeking at his watch.] Still recording, I think.

[Jack's reaction truly takes the Doctor aback. This somehow is starting to feel funny. His face falls, the grin vanishing just like he has been smacked, when he shakes the other man's hand.

Whatever happened to Jack it has not been good. Not good at all. The worst thing about it is, that the Doctor has no idea what it could be. He hasn't seen Jack in forever, not since he said goodbye to everyone he cared about just before his last regeneration.

He notices that he is still shaking the other's hand, his mouth hanging open, after a very long moment. Reluctantly, he let's go, suddenly looking ancient.]

... I wasn't there. [It's not a question.] Something horrible happened and ... I wasn't there.

[It hurts. It hurts a lot. Stop staring at it, dammit!]

Just got here today. Stopped in here to get a drink. Was workin' on some stuff, okay?

And I don't know.

[Kanji grits his teeth as he grasps the needle and quickly yanks it out. Wow, look at all that blood. Whoops.]

[She laughs once more, nothing more than a short chortle before she's looking upon him with eagle-like eyes.]

No one is perfect, Doctor.

[Brushing the hair from her cheeks, she lowers her gaze from him, no longer worried for her own safety. Lips part to drag in a long breath of chilled air, the visible oxygen leaving her lungs in a plume of mist as she exhales.]

My name is Robin. I'm an enthusiast of history and archaeology. The world where I come from is covered in water, and people and creatures alike eke out their living by setting to the sea in search of fame and fortune. A rather romantic world, wouldn't you say?

[Though he has not been here long, Signless was pretty quick to adjust to this city. Having traveled as much as he had, he was never the type to become homesick or have difficulties adjusting to some place never. Still, even with that, he did dreadfully miss Psii and Di. It was a bit of a mental struggle for him, really; part of him wanted them here desperately, so they wouldn't be separate any longer, but an equally large part wanted them to remain in their world, safe and free.

Recently he has developed a bit of a habit of visiting the train station whenever he hears the sounds of the train rolling into the city. He knows it is a long shot, but he always hopes to see some familiar faces waiting for him then. And even when there aren't, there are usually some people to help.

This time though-- Fuck, he would recognize those horns and that wild fall of hair anywhere. His pump skips a beat or two or five, and yeah, that's her, no mistaking it. So great is his joy even, that he is forgetting himself, breaking into a dash so he can bridge the distance between them, touching her shoulder, never quite remembering that it is not such a smart idea to approach a stressed troll from behind.]

Di!

[Another inhalation of air and then he turns to look around, as if looking for whoever might be watching. He felt his heart sink a bit. That day didn't go quite as planned.]

...Right.

[He quickly looks down and closes the watch, then looks back up, still as wide eyed as a deer before blinking a few times. He then adjusts himself, pulling out his screwdriver to scan her. He had to make sure. He then scans the air, looking around before reading the results.]

Different times, different places. Oh, that is genius...not as good as what I could have come up with but still....pretty genius.

[That's a digression if ever was one, and he turns back to her again, smiling wide this time.]

Rose Tyler... [He laughs and pulls her into a hug. It may end up being awkward, but she had no idea how much he missed her.]

[Jack's brow furrows deeply, and if anything, he eyes the Doctor even more warily. Is this guy all right? Great, everybody's crazy here.]

"I...are you all right?" [Looks around to see if there's anybody else, someone chasing after this guy, maybe?] "Look, I don't know how I got here, I'm just trying to figure out where and when this is?"

[Jack doesn't have a clue. The setting is weird enough that the Doctor actually looks like he fits in, for once, so the normal alarm bells aren't getting set off. The possibility that he's talking to a time-discontinuous version of the Doctor is the furthest thing from his mind.]

[He nods, making a face as if to say "Not bad."
This girl was smart though, he would give that to her. She had companion potential.]

Quite right too. All good things to be enthusiastic about. Not sure about the water bit, though.

[Where's the fun in that? Staying put and letting the Doctor have all the fun just sounds boring. Besides, she agrees that a little trouble is sometimes necessary.]

Oh yeah, definitely puts a damper on things bein' stuck here. And we haven't found a way out yet. Sure it's only a matter of time though.

[It's always a bad idea to approach a stressed troll from behind; approaching Disciple from behind is simply asking for it. He has barely started dashing towards her when she senses someone there and bares her teeth, and by the time he's reaching out to touch her shoulder she's already swivelled around and primed herself to incapacitate the perceived threat.

Signless' hand never quite touches her. She pounces on him and pins him to the ground, growling deep in her throat before the rest of her senses catch up with her ever-alert instincts. His scent hits her nostrils the same moment she recognizes those dearly beloved features and those deep red eyes, and the growl turns into a miserable whine as she realizes she may have hurt him.]

Signless!

[She sniffs and fusses at him, patting him all over to make sure there are no injuries, that he's safe and whole. Anything else is unthinkable.]

[So. Here she is, trapped in a city she's never heard of surrounded by nobody she knows. Still, there must be a reason she was brought here, and it stands to reason that at least one of her friends might have been brought here too. With it raining on and off out there though, Kanaya decides that she's better off staying put rather than searching the city. This coffee shop seems like a fairly popular spot, and it seems like they don't mind if she stays in this corner all day, hoping that she might recognize someone when they come in.]

[After a while though, she starts to wonder if her time might be better spent talking to anybody who might give her more information about this place. As the shop fills up, there's very few seats left, so if there's anybody looking for a spot she'll wave them over to offer the other side of her booth. Maybe they can pay her back with some conversation.]

It does take some getting used to. After the first few bouts of sea-sickness, you learn to find your sea-legs and make the world steady. It isn't for every one.

[A suggestive smirk forms on the corner of her lips, raising an eyebrow on the same side as she looks into the Doctor's eyes once more.]

An insatiable thirst for adventure, a lack of concern for death and knowing that at any moment your candle could be snuffed out, a desire to fill your lungs with salt and your stomach with worry.. It's an item list of what it takes to make it out there.

Tell me, Doctor, do you ever thirst for adventure? Does danger beat upon your back like the rising sun?

[A very angry part of Jack wants to ask the Doctor where the hell he's been. But he asks a slightly different question first.]

"So where are we? And when?"

[Because this whole situation is far too convenient. Pull Jack out of his timestream, and the Doctor, excuse me, the right Doctor happens to be here? Something's going on. And, well, if the Doctor got yanked out of time, can Jack really blame him for not being where and when Jack wanted him to be?]

[He grunts when she slams him into the ground, the air driven from his lungs. The back of his skull cracks into the pavement hard enough to make him bite down on his tongue. This definitely had not been one of his smoother or thought-through moments.

But then she is fussing at him, her hands patting all over him, and despite the slight throb to the back of his head, he smiles.]

I'm all right. It was my own fault. Really, I'm okay.

[She was starting to make him uncomfortable now. While he's been asked these before, the vigor to which she asks makes him think. He didn't choose this life. Well, maybe he did. He didn't have any other option though. He had to run and run and run. It was the only way. He covers it all with a smile still. Always with a smile.]

Adventure, excitement. What more is there?

Did I hurt you, love? Are you all right? You're sure? You went down hard.

[She was pretty much guaranteed to fuss no matter the circumstances of their reunion; now she's certain to still be prodding and checking him for days. The mere thought of him hurt cuts her to the quick, and she makes another unhappy sound before starting to lap at his face worriedly. She's always tended to revert to old habits when worried or stressed.]

According to a few people, this place is called Ruby City.
I don't see any rubies though. Must be symbolism. Obscure planets are always like that. I think they're called hipsters.

[He looks around, furrowing his brows in thought before pulling out his screwdriver to scan the air.]

People from different times and places all over... seems like no one is actually from here. They just...fill a ghost town up with residents. I wonder why...

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