rubycity_ooc | March Test Drive

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March Test Drive

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!

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Off a train without a paddle or TARDIS in sight. Again. This was becoming a habit, and one Jack Harkness wasn't so sure he liked it. But it didn't really matter what he liked, did it? Blue eyes flicked about, taking in the sights as he pushed away from the step he didn't remember taking. Step by step...by step. Hands in the deep pockets of his trench-coat. At least he still had that, and his clothes. Not always a sure thing with his job. He casually looked around, a half smile firmly in place - wouldn't do to scare people away from wherever/whenever this place was right off the bat.

So. Who to walk up to first...seeing a likely candidate, he upped the intensity and warmth of the smile and strode over.

4-2.
His head was somewhat spinning, though looking at him quietly sitting at a bar, sipping a beer, one wouldn't realize it. Unless they happened to know him already. He'd not been disarmed this time around, though Jack knew better than to make a show of checking the sidearm he had tucked under the trench-coat in it's shoulder holster. He knew it was there, and that was good enough. He didn't want to frighten away possible allies in this place.

Starting all over again. Again. How many times was it now? He'd lost count. The beer was decent at least, that wasn't always the case. And the atmosphere could have been far worse. He turned around on the stool and just set to people-watching, free arm resting on the bar and beer in hand, occasionally taking a sip.

There might not be a TARDIS in sight, no. But that doesn't mean that the TARDIS isn't around, and given that, it's perhaps no surprise that there's at least one Time Lord to match. Not one that Jack knows, perhaps, but he's at least a Doctor, and perhaps that is something that's at least better than no Doctor at all.

On the other hand, given that he can't entirely help from frowning a little at what he can tell about Jack's very unique relationship with time well... perhaps things aren't going to be the easiest. But he's willing to at least offer something like his help, even if he's pretty sure that nothing about this is how things are really supposed to be.

"Ah... hello? Can I help you?"

Hey, that relationship with time is not his fault. Not one little bit. Well maybe a bit, considering his former time agent status...but the thing with Rose and the TARDIS' heart? Nope. He'd resigned himself to death. Only to wake up. And continue to not stay dead.

Jack looked the other man over, smile not dropping a bit even if that question was a bit of a fumble. Nothing he'd blame the man for of course, or take offense - unless it was because he was utterly uninteresting. Then they'd have some talking to do.

"If you can explain why I don't remember the train ride here without a sip of alcohol, yes. Yes you can."

It might not be his fault, no. But whose fault it might be isn't really quite so readily apparent. Certainly not as much so as the fact that he is an oddity, and one the likes of which he's never seen before. People who are paradoxes, yes, but certainly not people who are fixed points.

"No one does," he answers with a shrug. "Or at least, no one remembers getting on the train."

No TARDIS in sight? Well, don't despair, Jack, because just because the TARDIS might not be nearby, the next best thing is. The Doctor's been out walking around as usual, but little does he know that today is about to take a turn for the not usual.

He rounds the corner, hands shoved deep into his coat pockets, thinking about the possibility of going back to the river area for some quiet when he spots a very familiar person just ahead of him.

"Well, look at what the cat dragged in!" Though what cats have to do with Jack's appearance, he hasn't the foggiest idea, but it doesn't matter. It's just good to see him.

Jack will believe it when he sees that wonderful, gorgeous blue box. Or the Doctor. He'll take either, really. Even if technically he wasn't supposed to be traveling through time and space anymore...it wasn't his fault this time. Really! He'd gone back (mostly) quietly when the Doctor had dropped him off along with the lovely and talented Martha Jones. He'd been going back to his team and then...oops, off the train he went.

And then that voice piped up and he did an about face to see his dear Doctor. He grinned with a laugh, coat swishing a little around him with the movement.

"Mighty noisy cat, with an attitude problem that we won't speak of, Doctor."

Don't mind him if he strides up to you, he was always happy to see the Doctor.

Well, stick around long enough, Jack, and you might find yourself on the TARDIS, if not living there. It's hard to say, given how little she likes paradoxes. And well, everyone knows Jack Harkness is probably the biggest paradox there is.

But he can't help but smile, just so glad to see his old friend, that he doesn't mind one bit when he walks right up to him.

"I can't imagine a single cat giving you any trouble, Jack. Not you, the impossible, irrepressible Captain Jack Harkness."

Anything was possible when it came to the Doctor. Jack had full confidence now that he'd see that lovely blue box again since the Time Lord was there. Now if he was allowed in, he'd be happy. He knew he felt wrong to the TARDIS and the Doctor.

And speaking of the Doctor...Jack laughed and reached out to clap him on the shoulder (okay, maybe it was a way to prove to himself this was real sue him) in greeting.

"All in the best ways." All very true things. "So. This place. Where exactly are we? Or when, if that's more accurate." The Doctor would know. The Doctor always knew. Unless he was having a bad day.

Well, Jack's just arrived, meaning there's plenty of time for him to decide what to do about the TARDIS. And ultimately, it's not just his decision either. There's his older and younger selves who should weigh in on this, after all.

But it's good enough to just be here for the moment, and if he's so inclined, he might be talked into showing him around the city. He laughs too when Jack claps him on the shoulder by way of greeting.

"Right, locations and all that. This is called Ruby City, and it seems to me it's a bit of a pocket dimension." As for the 'when' of it, that's a good question. So far as he can tell, the passage of time doesn't seem to be that different, at least not in comparison to how it is back on Earth. "There's no leaving once you've arrived, either. Although I suppose I should say, there's nothing any of us can do to leave."

That seems to be the story they've been given, but he still can't help but wonder if there's not a loophole in that. They do still have the TARDIS, after all, even if she needs a bit of work.

He wasn't the only one drinking in that bar. Though River was definitely not drinking a beer. No, she was drinking wine and savoring it for the most part. But, that didn't mean that the handsome and definitely armed man at the bar escaped her noticed.

And with a face like that, how could she resist?

River finished off her glass, set it down and made her way to where he was sitting and taking the seat nearest him before ordering herself another drink.

"Come here often or is this your first time?" Of course she knew the answer. River would never forget a face like that.

Oh no, there were plenty of people around to watch. That was what made it more interesting, though it was even better when lovely beings came onto him. It was the curls. And that smile. So full of mischief that just called to him.

Jack turned to her with a half grin, turning all that focus and charm onto her as if she was the only creature that mattered in the bar. And right then, she was.

"First time's the charm, as the saying goes." He cocked his head a little, looking her over again. "But you already knew that. Captain Jack Harkness, at your service."

It's always the curls that get the boys attention. They just loved the curls. But it's the mischief they always stayed for. And maybe the adventure that seemed hot on her heels wherever she went.

"Did I? It's a pleasure to meet you Jack."

She gave him a once over in return and just smiled. "I always did fancy a man in uniform and I bet you look stunning in one."

So this was Captain Jack Harkness. She liked him.

"Professor River Song."

Face it, River, gorgeous attracted gorgeousness. Added promises of adventure, chaos, and various other fun times were perks.

Just as military men and women attracted attention. A fact which Jack made full use of, even if he really had once been part of a government's military - just...not the one people might automatically think of when it was mentioned.

Ah ha! Feisty. He liked her already.

"And out of one," he quipped with a shameless wink. "You're in luck, I've always had a thing for teachers."

"Do you? I might have to see you both ways to make up my mind on which is the better sight." Feisty doesn't begin to describe her Jack. But, it's definitely a good start.

"Then today must be my lucky day. Maybe we can make it even luckier later."

Jack will just have to find out, won't he? Likely the hard way. That was often how it went. He chuckled and raised his glass to her.

He hesitated only briefly, as if thinking that over very carefully. "I think that can be arranged."

The 'hard way' is always the funnest route to finding things out.

His answer just gains a mischievous smile as she raises her glass to him slightly before sipping her wine. "I hope so. It's been awhile since I've had interesting company."

Always more exciting.

Jack took a sip of his beer in turn, that grin only barely being disrupted. "That's a shame. I'm glad I came to these parts to help fix that."

Always.

"So am I. Now tell me Captain, what branch of the military were you in?"

Ooooh, complicated question, River. Jack was used to it, thankfully, and refrained from embarrassing reactions. He leaned against the bar a bit more.

"Oh, I don't know. If I told you, I might have to kill you," he responded lightly, tone playful.

"To do that you would have to catch me first." Her own tone was playful and light, but there was a definite truth to them. "And trust me Captain, that isn't the easiest thing to do. "

Not even Storm Cage Prison could hold River Song.

A runner, as well. Lovely. Jack's grin didn't dim at all. "I like a good chase. I've been known to run after the impossible, and win." Can you say, Doctor?

"Tell you what. You show me around a little, and I might just bend the rules a little."

Of course she can. She married him. "Do you? I might have to put that to the test." Besides, the chase was the best part of any game.

"I think I can definitely do that. Then maybe we can bend a little more than just the rules."

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March Test Drive

Jack Harkness | Doctor Who Universe

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lol Totally read irrepressible as irresistable

hahaha, changes the meaning just a bit, doesn't it?

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