June 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

Eko Yonekura | Classmate Kamimura Yuuka Said This

[sharpasknives]

*Holy shit. Rain.*

*This is actually pretty exotic for Eko. Hailing as she does from an artificial environment where the weather is unvaryingly pleasant, rain is something she has little direct experience of. She's got implanted memories of it, but that's just not the same.*

*The downpour hit while she was exploring the city, and she ducked into the first open door she saw, which happened to be the coffee shop. She's hung her uniform vest on the back of her chair to dry, and is currently looking out the window at the rainy streets as she takes stock of her situation.*

*She has yet to encounter anyone, though this establishment suggests she's not alone, as it's stocked with food--human food. Interesting, but also worrying. What if there's nothing here that a robot can eat?*

[fuhgottaboutit]

[As it turns out, she's not alone! At one of the other tables, another girl is kneeling on her chair, her hands pressed against the window as she stares contentedly out at the rain. There's a cup of tea in front of her, but she seems to have forgotten about it. If she had an umbrella, she'd be out there splashing around, you better believe it.

Despite most of the icons, she is actually not wearing a school uniform @u@]

Jack Harkness | Torchwood

[alifetime]

A normal person finding themselves in a new city might ask for directions, make a few inquiries of locals or find the nearest police station for help. Unfortunately, Captain Jack Harkness was not a normal person. Oh no. He stepped off the train, looked around and headed for the nearest place that he could hear loud noise and smell alcohol coming from.

A low itch settled at the base of his neck, the sensation of being watched. It wasn't a new thing for him. Hell, if he didn't get at least five looks a day, things were wrong with the universe. This was different, a sense of being the ant in the farm. Best he could do was hope that there wasn't any tapping on the glass.

"Not everyone who gets to take a ride on the outside of the TARDIS," he said more to himself than anyone else as he headed for the saloon. "That deserves a drink."

If one smells good enough (meaning has amazing 51st century pheromones) and has charm (Jack Harkness, enough said) they could very easily find themselves the recipient of quite a few free drinks. Jack himself would have added to that list the ability to tell a good story. With a drink in hand, he grinned at the small group clustered about.

"So if you're ever going to be executed, order four hypervodkas for your last meal and get to know your would-be executioners better. They're a lovely couple, and it was a great weekend spent in bed instead of dying. Still visit them when I can."

ew, who let you in here? I mean... /cough Hi!

[likesimpossible]

The funny thing is, Jack is being watched, but there's nothing nefarious about it at all. The Doctor was doing his usual thing of walking around the city, stretching his legs, and that was when he spotted that oh-so-familiar greatcoat and the man who wore it.

But he hesitated to approach, because if the sight of him didn't bring up so many memories that he hadn't quite managed to bury yet. He stood there, rooted to that spot as the images came flooding back: Jack chained up at the mercy of the Master, being killed over and over again because the Master just wasn't ever satisfied.

But he had to say something, and honestly, he was beyond happy to see the captain again. So, shoving his hands into his pockets, he finally approached.

"Well, and here I thought this city couldn't be more impossible, and now you've turned up, Jack."

He kept his expression serious for just a moment or two, but then he winked and a grin came quickly to his face.

"Hello there."

Re: Jack Harkness | Torchwood

[tardisdiary]

A normal person wouldn't be telling a story on how to get out of an execution. Color River curious as she slides into the bar stool next to Jack just as he finishes up that little tale.

The bartender doesn't even ask River what she wants, he just slides her a rusty nail and goes back to serving other customers. "That's funny, I always fancied breaking out of prison before they could even discuss executions. It made for entertaining nights and complete confusion when I would break back in for the day."

[calmbefore]

It's the sense that something is not quite right that first draws this particular Doctor's attention to Jack. He might certainly know a little of his future (albeit in bits and fragments), but no one's mentioned the idea of there being a fixed point in time quite like this. But he's willing enough to shake it off as simply being some quirk of the future, right up until the mention of the TARDIS. And that is something that is all but guaranteed to catch the rest of his attention.

So really, it probably shouldn't be a surprise that he makes his way over to Jack not too long thereafter. He might not be really certain that he'll be joining in on a drinking, given past events, but conversation he can do.

"Ah, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything, but did I hear you say that you caught a ride on the outside of the TARDIS?"

Arcade Gannon | Fallout: New Vegas

[discoursesonlivy]

[Hope you like strange doctors crashing at the library, because that's what you're going to get. Now, it's true that the status of literature Out West wasn't particularly endangered. If you made friends with the right people, namely the Followers of the Apocalypse, you could even get a nice collection of hardly burned Classics going. Still, finding this many books in one place -- enough for there to be copies -- well, that's something else entirely.

Besides, maybe if he spends an afternoon (or two or three or four--) reading, he won't have time to focus on the quiet in the streets of... wherever this is. It's familiar enough, really. The lights are on, and whoever's at home, well, they're keeping them lit for a reason.

So it's not as distracting as he hoped. There are worse things, he supposes. Most of them, you don't have to read a book to find.

Well. At least he doesn't.

There's a small pile of books on the table. Classics, mainly. You could call it filling in the gaps. Ovid, Livy, Virgil, Cicero, and Horace. He takes his time with them, and if he looks up, it's probably because of someone walking in.

Admittedly, they may have to speak up to get his attention.]

[thefivesigns]

[Remus spends a fair amount of his time here, too. It's not for a lack of anything else to do - there are any number of things he might find to fill his time with - but because, in some strange, comforting way, it reminds him of a time in his life when things were better.

He's noticed Arcade in here before, once or twice (or three or four times), but he chooses now to draw attention to himself.]

Omnium enim rerum principia parva sunt. [He has his fingers on a book - Cicero's De finibus bonorum et malorum. He couldn't quote all of it, but he always liked that line.] You're putting together a good collection here.

Danny Chase | DC Comics

[former_spy_brat]

[Over time the library has quickly developed in to Danny’s favorite sanctuary in the city.

With far too little to do, and maddening boredom scuttling around his brain demanding some form of stimulation or entertainment, the library has been his only real outlet, outside of venturing to places he’s probably better off not going, or just bothering people. He isn’t meant to be idle. It feels unnatural and nerve wracking.

Escaping in to books, or making your own fun, was just about the only kind of entertainment to be found. And since there aren't many problems to solve at the moment (outside of the ever present puzzle of how do they all get home), merely gathering information was about all he could do. The notes he’s managed to find about the city, written by fellow residence, while probably well know information by now, are intriguing enough for the moment, even if they are far too few in number.

It feels odd and a bit creepy to him that there doesn’t seem to be any information on this city outside of what other abducted citizens have created. It furthers the feeling that this place is less of a world of its own, and more like a terrarium, or an ant farm. Set up to look something close to their natural habitat, but ultimately fake.

Since being introduced in to this habitat, his new favorite hobby has become squirreling away whatever little information he can dig up, along with whatever stories catch his eye, and either spends his hours hiding away precariously perched on top of the higher shelves, or piled up in one of the softer chairs.

Today it’s the selves; non-fictions history section to be exact.

Sprawled out on his stomach with a pile of unread books in front of him, he buries himself in a Stephen King novel. He’s never heard of him writing a book called ‘Under the Dome’, but it feels eerily appropriate, in a way. And for the moment it’s just enough to distract the nagging need to be doing something more productive.]

/slides over/ so it seems you like snarky, too-intelligent DC kids.

[earlybird]

[ The nagging sense of recognition is bothering him. He knows he's never met the teen, but he's seen his face somewhere.

(One of the case-files in the Cave database, but sharp as he is to note details, it was a huge amount of information to sift through.)

He's staring, annoyed, at the boy over the top of his book, and not being particularly subtle about it, either. Perched on top of a chair at one of the desks across the room, he's got a direct line of sight to his target, the classic Wayne brooding scowl on his face and eyes narrowed behind the domino mask (incongruous with the t-shirt and jeans he's dressed down in).

Patience has never been his virtue--

(None of the virtues have ever been his virtue.)

--and the last of it dwindles away after two more minutes of struggling to recall. He closes the book shut with a snap, slipping out of the chair to stalk over to confront the red-head. ]

Who are you?

[ The question is asked as if it's a personal affront that Damian doesn't know his name. And it is. If this kid is from Gotham somehow, he should know. ]

Aya | Green Lantern: The Animated Series

[parameters_set]

Don't mind her. She's just casually gliding somewhere just above the rooftops, a faint hum and a slightly glowing green light trailing behind her.

She stops, occasionally, and looks down to her forearm where a little screen is projected. Numbers run across it. Not the ones she needs, though, as she frowns at the little light each time.

Legolas | Lord of the Rings (book-verse)

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

[Train Station]

[The train, today, deposits a young looking man. Except there's something about him, something inhuman. He has long golden hair and leaf-shaped ears, he's dressed in brown and green with a long bow, a quiver and a single white knife. Around his shoulders is a cloak of elven make, one that would hide him from unfriendly eyes.

Immediately after being forced off, the elf have an arrow knocked back, sharp eyes looking around the station as though expecting an attack.]

[Anywhere]

[Legolas takes to exploring quickly. He never lets go of his bow, so very different from the one he'd brought with him from Mirkwood but he's light on his feet and almost unconcerned about the situation.]

[mirkwoodking]

[He doesn't often venture to the train station; the great machine does not please him, however today is different. He feels drawn to the platform and that is precisely where he stands when Legolas exits the train. His robes and crown were left in his home, well out of danger of anything befalling them, yet there is no doubt concerning his noble bearing.]

Legolas, na vedui. [...at last.] There is no one to attack.

Loki Laufeyson | Marvel Comics

[slashupontheinternet]

Loki hadn't been too discomfited at first when he stepped off the train. It had to be some kind of new mission from the All-Mother, or maybe one of his many enemies was playing some kind of trick on him. All in all, if it was a trick, he'd have to tip his horns to whoever managed to pull it on him, because it was really, really well-executed.

Still, when it started to rain, the shiny sort of rubbed off of this little adventure. Especially since absolutely nothing interesting had happened yet.

He pulled his long coat around him and booked it for shelter, black hair plastered down around his face. He ducked under the eave of a house and gazed with irritation at the sheets of water coming down.

"Well, okay. Fun's over. Can I go home now?"

no self-control at all

[earlybird]

"Nope."

The drawling, popped reply heralds from above the eaves, accompanied by the sudden swinging into view of an upside-down, masked face - the boy, hooked over and dangling from the ledge, seemingly content to hang there and stare, coolly, at the newcomer. His cape hangs even lower, hood hiked up to his chin from gravity, uncaring of the rain.

"There's no return tickets. One-way only on the fun-train."

Finarfin | Tolkien

[goldenfair]

1.

A most unpleasant form of transportation. At the least, however, there was little of the actual travel that Finarfin recalled. Though that in itself was a bit...disturbing, to lightly describe it. The noble elf, tall and fair, studied all he could, wary but not immediately going on the defensive.

A place he did not belong, and yet here he was. Whisked away to wherever this was. Beings he knew nothing of walked all around, chattering in languages he knew not of, yet could understand just as clearly were they speaking Quenya - he hardly dared believe his ears.

Yet - this was where he was. Now. He stepped out of the way of others, turning to keep yet more in sight to learn what he could until he could learn just how to return to his people.

4. [Open to having him get bumped into anywhere!]

[silvergift]

One familiar face stumbles off the train, cringing away from large groups with her arms wrapped around her almost protectively. There's no outward sign of her distress aside from that, wavy silver hair hanging loosely around her like a shield. It doesn't take her long to weave her way between people and obstacles until she's somewhere open and quiet where she feels like she can breathe.

=D

[huntingorcs]

Here's another stumbling off the train with a Khuzdul curse (well, he thinks it's a curse - and there are no dwarves around to tell him if it isn't). He's obviously Noldo, or at least, partially so - dark haired and grey eyed, but if Finarfin is paying attention there is something of Elwing in the eyes, and something of Earendil in the face, but mostly he will remind Finarfin of Celebrian.

Aragorn | Lord of the Rings | Book-verse

[swordbearer]

[ The Train Station ]

[ To say that the manner of his arrival, via that great stinking beast that was neither human nor animal, was unlike anything Aragorn had ever experienced prior to this was stating it rather lightly.

He did not waste a second's time in leaving the train, and as he descended into the station, he made certain that his sword was within easy reach, because however he might not like to admit to it, he was not certain what to expect.

There could be enemies here, and if there were, he would be ready for them. ]

[ Anywhere ]

[ When no immediate attack came, Aragorn took to exploring the area surrounding the train station. There was countryside, unspoiled by buildings or people, which he was pleased to see, but at the same time, he needed answers.

The countryside could wait. He turned to face the buildings, passing them by, only stopping when one's appearance caught his eye. These were some strange buildings, to be sure. ]

[goldenfair]

[If Aragorn lingered for a short while among trees, he'd see a fair elf, doing some exploring of his own. Arafinwe had yet to really explore the darker parts of the city, only what he'd really needed to to learn some of what was around. No attacks, at the least, though the Noldor king was ready should that change.

For his part, he was aware of the man, though more so the style of clothing he wore than any real recognition. Men...confused him, though time would possibly change that.]

Afonso de Silva / Original Character

[airshipcaptain]

Train Station

[Afonso hadn't thought he'd fallen asleep on the train ride back Mayra to Serria, but apparently he had. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he bent down to pick up his rucksack only to find it missing.

Come to think of it... Wasn't the train more crowded then this? Suddenly aware of the strangeness of this situation Afonso stood the moment the train came to a halt, hurrying out into the hall and then off the locomotive in search for the conductor.

He found no conductor, and before he could react the train was leaving. Afonso stared after it, eyes wide as saucers before slowly looking around the station like a lost puppy.

Where in the world was Ruby City...?]

Le Cafe Anglais

[A nasty downpour of rain had sent him scrambling into the first building he could find. Said building turned out to be a cafe of some sorts. Afonso stood in the entry way, wiping rain water from his eyes.

Well... Maybe they would have coffee or something...

Oh but how in the world was he suppose to pay for it!?]

OUO

[embodimentofspirit]

[Welcome to the cafe, Afonso. Have a small girl staring at you with red-eyes from behind the counter, a plate in one hand and the other grasping a cake server inside the display case. She literally looks like she's frozen in her task just to watch you. Unnerving, ain't it?]

Mami Tomoe | Puella Magi Madoka Magica » The Rebellion Story

[nastro]

a. the train station;

[How peculiar. How dubious. A cursory glance through the window was enough to confirm that she was no longer in Mitakihara, but unfamiliar territory in general. That, of course, led to the question: what exactly was going on here? Why did she awaken on a train when she clearly didn't recall ever stepping foot on one...? Where exactly was she, and what business did her captor have with her? She was certain that this couldn't have been the work of a Nightmare, so there must have been another power that be masterminding all of this.

Her mind briefly flickers to concern for Bebe; however was her friend doing in her absence? Mami would have to get to the bottom of this quickly, so that she could return to the small creature before she caused trouble. Granted, she would be appeased in the meantime with some cheese before her, but Mami wasn't so sure how long that would last to distract the creature. There was, of course, her fellow magical girls as well - how would they suffice without her aid in defeating Nightmares? She doesn't have much time to dwell on those questions as in a matter of minutes, the train comes to a stop and she finds herself stepping out onto the platform.

Mami sucks in a breath to steel herself, looking around with widened eyes to get a feel of the strange city, before approaching whomever happened to be in vicinity. She offers the most cordial smile she can manage, but her doubt and bewilderment still happens to shine through.] Ah... Excuse me. If I may have a moment of your time, could you please explain what is going on...?

b. le café anglais;

[Sometime after, once she's gotten the gist of her situation and took to exploring the city, Mami can be found inside of the café at a table beside the window. In front of her was a slice of one of the café's trademark cakes and a cup of black tea to compliment it. Perhaps her actions were unexpected for someone who had recently been brought here against their will, but it was helping her relax. Idly, she cuts into her slice with the side of her fork before bringing the piece to her mouth. She turns her head and glances out of the window, distrait. She would be lying if she said this wasn't troubling.]

Hm. [Brows furrow together thoughtfully; she reaches for her teacup and takes a brief sip, cradling it within her hands.] Whatever shall I do...?

[...Well, at least the cake and tea are good.]

[shwarm_after]

[Still at the Train Station. Or maybe just outside it in the rain. Your pick.]

Okay, so... Ruby City. At least that's what the sign had said. No county, state, or country just the name of the city. And seriously, it was a pretty crappy name. It sounded like a little podunk town with a big title in the middle of nowhere. That, or somebody was ripping off the Wizard of Oz and and really, that was Steve-level of bad referencing right there. Some people really had no taste.

JARVIS and the suit were out of commission after emergency shut down protocols had initiated. He was lucky enough to get J to crack the suit open long enough to get out. Obviously, he couldn't leave it in the middle of nowhere(multi-million dollar suit and all, also kind of the most advanced piece of robotics weaponry on the planet)carrying it around. Sure, he wore the giant computerized metal suit, but carrying it was a completely different story when it was powered down. Well, he could always drag it. It wasn't like the Mark XLII was in it's final stages, yet. He could always redo a paint job. Plus, there were more important things he had to get to.

Like getting to Pepper.

Just as he had bent over to grab the suit he heard the falling of rain as it fell and....no. Rain? Seriously? Now? Now there was rain on top of being stuck in the middle of nowhere with a powered-down suit of armor. Of course that was already on top the fact that The Mandarin just blew up his house. Never mind the whole Happy in the hospital thing and the fight with Pepper over the stupid rabbit (Jesus, the rabbit-what the hell was he thinking?). Seriously, his day could not get worse. Well, it could always get New York levels of bad-and OKAY NOPE. Not thinking about that.

"Son of a bitch."

[captain_asthmatic]

Steve patrolled, generally in the park or near the train station, rain or shine. It was common for him to head in the direction of the station any time he saw one heading into the city.

As he moved closer to the station, trotting down the street, he saw a man bending down on the ground and slowed from his fast jog to a walk. He pulled off his helmet, letting it dangle from his fingers, and placed the shield on his back.

"Hey!" he called, raising a hand in greeting as he walked towards the newcomer. But as Tony started to react to the call, Steve recognized the trashed Ironman suit. "Tony?"

Peter Parker | The Amazing Spiderman | Clocktower

[spideys]

[ For a moment, there's a friendly neighbourhood teenage boy perched atop the Clocktower, hoping to get a sight of where he came from so he can get back.

But his explorations prove more or less fruitless and all he sees are trees and ... is that a mountain range? Well, he's looking for a big city like the one he's used to, anyway, and he's not seeing any of the familiar skyscrapers.

He climbs back down the length of the clocktower's exterior facade and lands on his feet with the grace of someone who has no problems whatsoever climbing things (or swinging on them, as it were).

And there's an audible sigh to anyone who might be around. ]

Well, this is gonna be a problem.

[leekspins]

How did you do that?!

[Whoops, looks like someone was watchiing you, Peter. How could she not? There aren't many super high buildings, so when she sees someone easily climbing the sheer surface of one of the tallest places in the city, she noticed, and her curiosity was easily piqued. At least she doesn't look scared. If anything, she looks excited.]

That was amazing! Ah ha ha, I love seeing what other powers people have in this place!