May Test Drive

[rubycitymods]

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

[giventodarkness]

['My dear.' She makes a face, clearly not happy with the familiarity. Most people would shrink away from being near her, talk to her more out of necessity. Even the hunting dogs whined and kept their tails between their legs when she was in the room.]

Then there's little harm in watering it down.

[Still. Her eyes moved back to her glass and she focused on it, drawing moisture from the air to compensate while she changed part of the water mixed in to wine. Wine she knew was good, wine that would have been found in the palace kitchens for affairs of state.

And then she looks back to him, raising her glass almost politely before taking a sip. He's different. Something about him reminds her of Oskan Witchfather.]

[magicsprice]

[He notes the displeasure with the 'dear' and idly wonders how much more sour it would have been if he'd called her 'dearie' instead. He doesn't reply to the statement, his attention currently more on what she's doing to liquid in the glass she's holding.

The smile has shifted to something perhaps more amused, maybe a bit curious. He shifts from leaning against the bar to actually sit in the seat beside her now, leaning the cane he'd held in his left hand up against the side of the bar beside him.]

A nice trick that.

[He gestured lightly toward her glass with his own as he spoke.]

[giventodarkness]

[Much more sour. That Medea allowed her father such familiarity anymore is surprising, let alone a stranger.

She sets her glass back down on the table at his comment, a faint smirk pulling at her lips. A trick he calls it? Really? Her eyes glance towards his glass and she works her magic, changing its contents to water.]

Is it now?

[magicsprice]

[At the feel of the magic, he glanced down at his glass. One eyebrow rising slightly as he notes the change in color and nature of the liquid. He drank the water and set the glass down on the counter.]

Indeed it was. Nice to see you're capable of working it both ways.

[His trickster smile is back once again as he gestures once at her drink. The glass shifting its shape to match his own and the watered wine mixture turning from a faded red to a golden brown. Reaching over to pick the glass up, he split the scotch that was in it now between their glasses. Setting her glass back down before her after he'd finished.]

[giventodarkness]

[As soon as her glass starts shifting, it's set aside. The younger witch watches curiously, brows going up before she glances back at him. Clearly there's more to him than meets the eye. And she'd be keeping an eye on him in the future.]

What exactly is it?

[magicsprice]

[Keeping an eye on the man is always a good idea really. He picks his glass up to sip at the drink once before answering her question.]

Aged Scotch Whisky.

[giventodarkness]

[Medea watches everyone, to be honest. She may think just about everyone is beneath her but that doesn't mean they aren't a threat or of some vague interest to her.]

We don't have that in the Icemark.