September 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 Beach: You can almost forget you're trapped, in a place like this...

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. The Forest: Not a great place to be caught alone, but are you alone?

8. Wildcard: Pick anything from our list!


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

[dead_eyed_wolf]

Mukuro nodded slowly, gaze dropping to the floor, already supplying her sister's commentary internally. Idiot, you've always been a godawful actress! Of course she knew her. She'd known the Swordswoman better than probably anyone else in SHSL Despair aside from Junko. It was difficult for them to really bond, they were both all sharp edges and coldness, awkward and distant, and yet-- they'd understood each other, at least.

She didn't flinch or stiffen, just closed her eyes briefly as she took in a shallow breath. "Sure." What else could she say? He deserved to know, and she was useless anyway, the least she could do was try to repay her many, many debts. Even if this new Kuzuryuu'd want nothing to do with her afterwards.

[dead_eyed_wolf]

Well, at least that was ruled out. She hadn't moved on, she'd just been somehow ended up in some strange alternate universe. It... well, it didn't really make it better. She'd still been murdered, and by-- she shook her head again, forcing herself to take another long, slow breath. No, she wasn't going to think about that any more. She couldn't. Not right now.

"Why?" It was sort of a broad question, she realized, so she tried to clarify. "I mean... why are we here? Why us?" Why her? She was worthless, discarded, why had she been dragged to this surreal new reality, of all things?

[entercheats]

There was another long pause, but she continued to walk; around this point, she was reaching the obelisk, the hub of the city. That would make travelling a bit easier for Mukuro, she assumed. "...Who knows?" She certainly didn't, but then again, she was hardly bothered by the situation at all. Even when she had first arrived, she wasn't all that bothered by her sudden appearance here and had gotten into the swing of things rather smoothly. "...No one really knows why we're here...and no one knows who took us. But it's okay. This may seem like survival horror, but it's not all that bad... You just have to watch out for the monsters."

Wait.

"...Ah, but it's nothing to worry about as long as you stay inside the city. They're getting a bit smarter, but...we're a lot smarter."

[slashupontheinternet]

That's because we're in more of a pocket universe. [Loki grins] What about the other Guardians? Are they here, too?

[dead_eyed_wolf]

She glanced up at the obelisk, taking in their surreal surroundings with probably less interest and enthusiasm than was strictly normal. As strange as everything was, it seemed almost fitting that their purpose here was a mystery. Of course, the next comment made her pause.

...Monsters?

She blinked slowly, staring at Nanami. Mukuro had never been a very good judge of character, she knew that very well, but... It didn't seem like she was lying. There wasn't even really a benefit to lie about something like this, was there? "Monsters," she repeated, flatly, as though she couldn't quite grasp it. "What... what exactly do you mean?"

[calledmevermin]

Groot is [ Because Rocket is never without Groot ] but-- uh, the rest... didn't come down.

[ He's only fuzzily remembering the train. ]

[pocketmobster]

The hardest questions first. He uncrossed his arms only to lean forward and prop them on his thighs, clasping his hands together. His voice came out grim, but it came out.

"Did I...did we do anything to you?"

[dead_eyed_wolf]

She was ready, as much as she could be-- she'd braced for accusations, absurdly, even though he couldn't remember. Maybe because he couldn't remember. But his first concern was for atonement, and she had to dig her nails into her palms to keep her hands from trembling.

"No," Mukuro murmured, the tiniest quaver betraying her. No, no, he never did anything to her. No, it had all been her pretty poisonous sister. And her. Obedient. "I..." She was weak, she was cowardly. "None of you ever hurt me."

[pocketmobster]

The relief came off him like something palpable as some of the tension wound out of his shoulders.

"That's...good. I guess. Not like I could fucking do anything about it here, and none of us know how to get back, but...it's good to know."

He looked at his hands, trying to remember everything from those last confusing hours on the island. In the program. Whatever the fuck.

"Then...were you with that other group of students? The fuck were their names...that real Togami heir, and that Naegi kid..."

[dead_eyed_wolf]

This time she did stiffen. Just a little, because she was barely functioning, but it was enough. She nodded again, resigned-- she'd been asked and she would answer. What did she have to lose, really?

"Class 78," she recited, numbly. "Yes." Yes, they'd been her classmates, the ones she'd never bothered to get to know, because they were all too intimidated by her anyway, and she was too entwined in Junko to care, and they'd all forgotten her anyway and now none of it mattered. Nothing mattered. "You were..." She paused, unsure if she ought to even ask. "You were... older, weren't you?"

[entercheats]

"Yep, monsters," she repeated, and for a moment, it seemed as though that was the only answer that Mukuro was going to receive, given the pause in between. It was almost as if her brief moments of silence were gradually growing longer throughout the conversation. "Like giant spiders and heart-eating shadows. For the most part...they tend to stay outside of the city...but sometimes they creep in. When that happens, it's recommended not to go outside...since they'll probably attack you." And by 'probably', she means definitely. "...Some people are working to keep the streets safe in case that happens, though."

[slashupontheinternet]

Oh yes, Groot. I think I saw him in his pot over there. [He jerks a thumb over in the right direction] Thought he'd be taller.

IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO PICK A DISNEY CHARACTER

[conversationist]

[It seems that once again, Jane is stuck in a train station, in between destinations as she waits for the train to arrive at some point. It's only been an hour, surely one has to come along. At least that's how it works at all the other stations she's even been to. Jane's used to travelling; she does it nearly constantly due to her father's work. You see all sorts when you travel, really, from circus workers to schoolchildren to "seafaring profiteers" (as if the pretty language fools anyone at all).

The one thing you do not see, however, is floating boys.]

You! You there! Stop that...well, whatever it is you're doing, right now!

[She's too Victorian for this crap.]

[pocketmobster]

"...Aah. I should've been in Class 76..."

And it had already been more or less set that his sister would be joining Class 77--No. She had been in Class 77, and she'd been murdered right there by her classmates. He tightened his interlaced hands until the fingers turned white.

"If you knew me, then that just proves that everything they told us was true. Damn it..."

[calledmevermin]

He's recoverin' from saving the universe, okay. Cut him some slack.

[slashupontheinternet]

[Loki raises his hands pacifyingly] Okay, okay, he's got all the slack. I didn't mean anything. What did he save the universe from, this time?

[calledmevermin]

Hello, Ronan. Even backwater Asgardians ought to know that by now.

Rose Lalonde l homestuck

[psychobabblery]

[she's in the library, if you actually want to bother talking to her. Good luck getting past the pile of books around her like a fortress. Her question, however, is addressed to the network. That's how things always get done at...well, at home, and it'd seem a shame to stop now.]

TentacleTherapist began pestering RubyCity
So here's a question. You can assume I don't already know the answer, if that puts you marginally more at ease.
No grades or gold stars are on the line. Only never-ending mockery.
But I think you can live with that, just between you and me.
Oh, and everyone else. Can't believe that almost slipped my mind.
How do you tell when information is missing?
More importantly, where would you go to find it?

[mythtakenidentity]

[No bookfort can withstand the wrath of ANGHEL!

Okay, so he tripped and fell over onto it, collapsing half a wall. IT COULD HAPPEN TO ANYONE. He recovers quickly enough and stares at Rose.]

Sage of Hidden Things! Have you discovered the secret of this false tower of knowledge?

[slashupontheinternet]

Ah, Ronan. [Loki rolls his eyes] I've been a little busy on Midgard lately. Thanks for taking care of that little Kree nuisance, though.

[psychobabblery]

[Damnit, she knew she should've built a retaining wall out of the philosophy section while she had a chance.]

Turns out there's a whole bunch of those. Where would you like to start?

[Lucky you, no purple prose just yet.]

Or, if you'd rather me not spout meaningless exposition at you, you can simply ask for a few hints. Perhaps start a research campaign of your own.

[mythtakenidentity]

[Anghel eats, sleeps, and breathes purple prose.]

It is not my place to pore over the secrets! They are things that angels are not meant to know! Things too pure for the mind of a fallen one such as I!

[Translation: BUT ROSE, RESEARCH IS HARD.]

[psychobabblery]

Now that you mention it... you do look a bit like a fallen one from here. Is it the hair?

[Or the fact that you barrel rolled into her book fort. One or the other.]

But yes. The knowledge I have obtained could only be gathered from unraveling the undiluted screaming horror caused by the creatures beyond the thirteenth dimension and translating it into a language that won't strike most men blind upon hearing it.

[No she didn't.]

The short version is, we're totally fucked.

[mythtakenidentity]

[It's totally the hair.

Happily, he is distracted by her descriptions of horrorterrors. Now you're speaking his language!]

Demons of Ba'al! The creatures that live in the roots of Rufa, the Tree of Blight! You have spoken with such dread beings and lived to tell the tale?

[psychobabblery]

No. [Pause for effect.] They spoke to me.

[Not here. Elsewhere. But hey, he doesn't need to know that.]

They're very chatty, if you give them the chance. I wouldn't necessarily recommend it.

Well. Unless you have the stomach for shrieks and squelching alongside your cheerios. In that case, sure, knock yourself out.

Literally.