rubycity_ooc | June Test Drive~!

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June 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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*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?*

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."

Edited 2014-06-02 00:18 (UTC)

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."

Of all the people who could have approached, Jack hadn't expected the one with the hair, sideburns and thin body to be it. Not that he was about to complain. Oh no, the ones who looked like school teacher or librarians could be the most surprising. If he was going to be trapped in some alien ant farm, some kind company couldn't hurt.

And oh. Oh. This one had already bothered to learn his name. Brilliant.

Welcoming grin in place, Jack leaned forward a little to fully take in this one. Pinstripes. Nice. Suit fetish (Jack's) - Check. Tie. Good coat but not as great as his. It wasn't until he made it to the Doctor's eyes that he had to pause in his mental inventory. Something off was there, too old and knowing too much for that young face. His smile faltered only the least bit before beaming again just as brightly.

"Hello there. Guess I don't have to introduce myself as Captain Jack Harkness, but that doesn't tell me who you are."

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."

[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.]

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?"

He really should have expected it, because that story about his executioners was a pretty big tip-off. But really, he couldn't pretend it wasn't good to see Jack, so he jumped in with both feet, not even thinking that maybe there was a possibility of their timelines being different.

But if that bothered him, he didn't let it show. "Of course I know who you are, but I suppose you not recognizing me means you're from a different point along the timeline." It was just something that happened around here, but now that he was thinking about it, he wasn't certain how or even if he should break the news to Jack. Finally, he decided it wasn't avoidable, so he said in reply, "I'm the Doctor, and I know that I look different, but it's really me."

Now the sticking point was seeing whether or not the captain believed him.

"Oh no."

That was all Jack could say. He always took care not to run into himself, but there was someone else who ... well, what was the polite way to put it? This other person had himself a blue magic box that seemed to help this individual do things he strictly wasn't supposed to.

The eyes made sense then, everything clicking into place. In all his travels through the different times, Jack had never met another being with eyes like those. A pang of something he couldn't quite place came with the realization that this wasn't 'his' Doctor. His big-eared leather coat wearing Doctor had become someone else. Maybe someones else. Yet he stayed the same. A grey hair or two, but the same.

"Hello, Doctor," Jack said, leaning back in his chair and taking his drink back in hand. "You have hair."

He'd need a minute or so to be clever again.

"But where's the fun in that? It's beating the system from the outside. It's much more rewarding to corrupt it from the inside."

Taking a swallow of his drink of indeterminate alcohols, Jack took a good look down and up River. Why bother to hide what he was doing? He preferred to be honest from the outset where his mind was starting. She was a pretty woman, he was going to take a look.

"That does beg the question of why bothering to break in the next day? If they're stupid enough to lose you in the first place, why should they get a second try?"

Giving her a grin over the rim of his glass, he shrugged carelessly.

At least it wasn't a blatant trail of pheromones the Doctor found teasing him instead of words. Chances were that no one would have been thrilled if Jack were using those to attract entertainment for the night.

A hand lifted, signaling for another drink as Jack gave the Doctor the once over. Interest was clear there, a blatant picking out of what he liked. Little Lord Byronish for him, but the formal wear had potential. Jack always had liked that or the more modern cut of suits. The hair? Bit poet-like, dreamer. But the eyes. Oh baby. Those eyes. Reminded him of someone although he couldn't put his finger on just who.

Oh right. They had been talking about the TARDIS. Whoops. Had he said that aloud? Experiencing that ride from the outside did scramble the thoughts a little in Jack's view. He was also sure he arrived dead.

"Did I say that?" he asked slyly. The question was if this stranger would rise to the bait.

"It's fun to make them squirm. There isn't a prison built in the universe I can't break out of." Take all the looks you want handsome, River was taken. Not that she was going to let him know that right away. It would ruin all the fun later.

"Because I made a promise to a good man. Besides, how many people can say they routinely break in and out of the Stormcage Containment Facility on a regular basis?"

As far as she was aware, River was the only prisoner with that distinction and for very, very good reason. No one else had the aide of a time machine to do it.

"I've got a lot of it, yeah," he said, running a hand through said hair, making it stick up in all directions.

"This is a bit complicated, isn't it? You haven't met me, but I know who you are as I said, which means I know a bit more about your future than you do." And if he were aware of the phrase, this would be a good time to say 'spoilers'.

"Well, I suppose now that you're here, you're not likely to leave for at least a little while, so there's time for us to catch up, yeah?"

And honestly, he was a bit unsure how much catching up he wanted to do, because he knew quite a bit about Jack now, which might lead to some rather awkward questions and conversations. Although, to be fair, there was always the potential for awkwardness with Jack Harkness. Not for him, though, but definitely for others.

Yes, that was his story and he was going to stick very thoroughly to it.

[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.

[You know, now that he hears it from someone else, maybe his habit of quoting latin proverbs at the slightest opportunity is a little... pretentious.

Eh.]

Satis argumenti est ab interitu naturam abhorrere. [He's got a mind like a steel trap for quotes. And, well, it also doesn't help that he thumbed through that one earlier.] I think that's how they say hello in a quote-off? [He closes the book he's reading now -- De Oratore -- and bookmarks his place. He's not that rude, and he's hardly heard latin from others that didn't involve the sort camping across the river.] Thanks, though I'm not sure if you should be crediting me or the library about that. I mean, they were already here, I'm just... borrowing them. Temporarily.

Edited 2014-06-03 21:03 (UTC)

It is better than a trail of pheromones, yes. Not that he hasn't run into that sort of thing before, but better to have only one thing at a time to deal with. Especially when that one thing is already a little strange besides. But other than the fact that Jack seems to be something that he really shouldn't be, he has to admit that the other man isn't bad-looking. Still, his hearts already belong to someone else, so it's not likely to move into anything more than appreciation.

"It certainly sounded like that's what you said," he answers with a shrug. "I mean, I might not have been listening terribly well, but most people usually manage to travel inside her, and I'm almost positive that it would have been more comfortable that way."

The Time Vortex is hardly the most comfortable of places, after all, and most people wouldn't be able to survive the whole of a trip there, no matter how short the trip might have been in the long run.

[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.]

Edited 2014-06-04 18:52 (UTC)

[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@~~]

[ 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. ]

[ The kids persistent glaring doesn’t go unnoticed. At first he isn't quite sure that it is not just paranoia playing tricks on his head. After all, in this place he is mostly unknown, is far from being the most interesting resident, he has so far avoided ticking off anyone too badly (at least as far as he’s aware), and he sure as heck hasn’t seen the kid before, at least not in person (he’s seen him on the com’s a few times -he keeps track-).

So what other reason would there be for anyone to take that kind of interest in him?

Whatever the reason this definitely isn’t just paranoia. While trying to purposefully ignore the other boy, he could practically feel his glare drilling a hole in his head, and when he finally does give in to looking up at him again, he isn’t even trying to hide his glower.

What the hell is this kid’s problem?

Well, apparently he’s about to find out because suddenly the kid’s book claps shut and he’s marching right on over. ]

Oh, boy. Here we go.

[ He mutters to himself, as he prepares for what looks like either an argument or a stern talking to. In no time the kid has brought his glare up close, and golly doesn’t he look tiny standing at the bottom of the all those shelves. It’s almost cute. He’s a bit like an angry puppy. But boy there’s something oddly familiar about that glare, too, though he can’t quite put his finger on what.

And what is with the domino mask and civvies combo anyway?

At the question or rather the demand (he actually sounded offended that he didn't already know) to tell him who he was, he could only blink down at him for a moment, stunned in to a very brief silence. That was what this was about?

Smirking after a moment he let out a short snort of a snicker before replying.]

Hello to you, too.

[ Well if he’s that interested, he doesn't see why he should just give him the information that easily. Where's the fun in that? ]

You know, usually when someone wants to know who someone is, they say hi or somethin’, maybe introduce themselves, ask for a name. Not you though, huh? You just cut right through all that and get strait to the point, eh? That’s an interesting tactic you go there. Does that stalk and attack approach usually work out for you?

Edited 2014-06-11 01:21 (UTC)

[ The teen's patronizing tone immediately has him gritting his teeth, lips curling in a sneer and posture bristling, glaring daggers up at the boy laying atop the stacks. ]

Works out almost as well as the punch until they start talking approach.

But I'll be nice and try the first tactic again. What's your name?

Oh, I’m sure it does.

[ Unperturbed, Danny simply smirks a little wider. ]

And gee, thanks. That’s very generous of you.

[ Antagonizing the unfamiliar boy who is already threatening him, has probably not been his smartest decision. ]

Unfortunately that depends. Why do you want to know so bad?

[ Perhaps he should consider having ‘Punch Me’ tattooed to his forehead. Save people the trouble of exchanging words with him. ]

[ Damian is, evidently, tired of the height difference here, because with an easy grab onto the ladder and a swing he's flipped up to land, sure-footed, atop the stacks in front of Danny, casually balanced on the narrow shelf. ]

Because I'm Robin and I know your face, that's why.

We're from the same world, or one close enough. Spill.

Edited 2014-06-11 04:23 (UTC)

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.

[ Watching as the kid swung up the ladder to land very neatly in front of him, Danny let out a whistle that probably just sounds mocking, but was maybe, possibly, just slightly, genuinely impressed. But then he’s given his explanation. ]

You’re the new Robin…

[ Those few words are a surprising amount of information to take in. They’re enough to wipe the smirk right off his face, and squelch the amusement in his voice.

He’s never met the newest Robin (assuming he was right and this was the current Robin from his universe), he doesn’t even know anything about him really. Only that he exists. The idea that this is the newest Robin, stings in more ways than he would ever admit.
He highly doubts that he is lying though. In fact he’s kicking himself a bit for having not figured it out for himself. Who else from his world but a Bat would be paranoid enough to keep trying to hide their identity in this place, even when wearing civilian clothing? (Admittedly a few other people from what he’s seen, but not many.) And that glare? That was definitely a Bat glare. He knew he’d seen it before. ]

Okay.

[ The reply is flat, and as he looks back down at his book, he goes silent as he thinks over what to say. For a moment it might have seemed like he doesn’t intend to answer at all. ]

Danny Chase.
You probably saw me in something Titan related.
There.
The great mystery is solved.

[ Amusement has been replaced by a flippant tone that’s practically waving the little Robin off. ]

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June Test Drive~!

Eko Yonekura | Classmate Kamimura Yuuka Said This

Jack Harkness | Torchwood

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

Yuck, no one told me you were here.

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Arcade Gannon | Fallout: New Vegas

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Excuse me, I think that's my line.

No excuse for you. Sorry. Your princess is in another castle.

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Well, I do like a good adventure, I suppose.

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Danny Chase | DC Comics

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

They’re going to be circling each other trying to outwit and out prodigy one another aren’t they

damian is smart but not particularly clever BUT GOLLY CAN HE CIRCLE AND BOAST GOOD

danny is arguably cleaver. not so much right now though

wow kiddos USE YOUR WORDS

Aya | Green Lantern: The Animated Series

you know what they say - if you can't say anything nice...