December 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

gil-galad | tolkien legendarium

[noldorin]

train station

[ He steps down from the door of the passenger car carefully, not quite sure if the platform beneath his feet is solid or not, though a couple of steps forward prove it is. Good. Solid is good. Now if he could just figure out how he managed to get from a battlefield to ... wherever this is. Gil is fairly easy to spot. Of course, he would be easy to spot in a crowded shopping mall; the elf is handsome and over seven feet tall, with long, dark hair plaited into a battle braid, wearing armor that would make a fantasy museum cry. Suffice to say, he's memorable - both in demeanor and by elven beauty standards.

By the look on his face, he has no idea where he is, and the suspicious look tossed over his shoulder to the train behind him suggests that he's never seen one of those before. Good luck to anyone attempting to explain all this to the High King of the Noldor (in exile). ]


wildcard

[ hit me up with a scenario. ]


(trivia: i default to present tense. you can reach me at allegorical for questions/plotting.)

station

[silvergift]

[The station is one place she doesn't walk by often, still suspicious about the method of arrival used here. Taking a walk today though, just for the sake of fresh air, takes her past it and she pauses to look inside.

She doesn't dare hope for anyone else from Arda so when Gil-Galad steps off the train, all she can do is stare.

On a list of things she would have thought impossible, this is one of those things. Nothing is impossible here though, is it? Elrond is from year before her. And there's a dwarf in the city she doesn't recognize. Why not Gil-Galad as well.]

G-Gil Galad.

[seenthefire]

[The Elvenking is equally at odds with the surroundings he has found himself in. One moment his mount had been shot out from under him but he had stood up to find himself not on the bloody streets of Dale but on something that's moving.

There are no orcs, no horns blowing in the distance with the screams of men, dwarves, and elves. The grasp upon the sword doesn't relax even when he spots an unlikely familiar face. One he had not seen since a dark day so very long ago.

He doesn't say anything until his feet are solidly upon the unmoving surface of the platform, pale blue eyes regarding the once more living High King. The thought crosses his mind that perhaps this some kind of afterlife, though that's not a thought he'll dwell on.]

My lord, you live once more.

Wes | Don't Starve

[wes_the_silent]

5. [It's raining out and there is a mime reading a book. Like an actual mime.

What will you do?]


4. [Wes perched on a barstool at the Black Stallion, his face bare of paint for now. He had never been an excessive drinker, and beer had proven an acquired taste once he'd crossed the Atlanta--but all things considered, he was more than willing to reacclimate himself to it.
This place had its dangers, true, and in some ways it was unspeakably bizarre, but compared to Maxwell's islands, it was almost a paradise. It was a little surreal. A cigarette, a beer... as much food as he wanted, shelter from the weather.

A night that wouldn't rip him to pieces and eat him alive.

...yeah, he might not be sure what was going on or how, but he was considering this an improvement.

And he was going to enjoy it.]

5

[toothaches]

<sub>[The fuck is this?]

[Maurice usually stayed away from the library if he could help it, but Hanna had really liked that last book he brought to him. Naturally, he was going to bring him another. He's been weaving in and out of the shelves now and every once in a while, catching glimpses of Wes.]

[And thinking that he wasn't really there. Maurice is tired, okay?]

[But as his search carries him closer and closer to the reading nook, he can't deny it. So Maurice leans around a shelf and STARES at the reading mime. He stares with that same cautions, wide-eyed stare that cats stare at those god-awful electronic singing Christmas trees after being spooked by them for the first time.]</sub>

Ganondorf | Legend of Zelda -> Ocarina of Time

[hundredyears]

2. [The cathedral is of the few structures that is familiar to Ganondorf in form. Like the Temple of Time, it rises tall with its minarets; like the Temple of Time, its windows are few but vast; like the Temple of Time, it is a sombre building that commands quiet and gravity.

Unlike the Temple of Time, however, it is filled with row upon row of wooden benches, seating for the common people, perhaps...? But why? When? Honestly, Ganondorf is a little confused, so there is a 7'6" man in leather armour wandering amongst the pews.]

7. [He had been warned away from the forest early on, on account of its dangers. As far as Ganondorf was concerned, however, the forest was less aggravating and less tedious and less off-putting than the city proper. Maybe it was the Hylian style of the buildings. Maybe it was the constant barrage of incomprehensible technology and terminology. Maybe it was just the people.

Maybe it's all of the above.

Ganondorf isn't afraid of what he doesn't understand, but he's capable of being frustrated by it. And having it shoved in his face constantly is not just irritating--it eventually becomes tiring.

And so Ganondorf has begun to build himself a more permanent camp, felling trees and clearing ground.

The monsters here will learn to fear him. He has fought monsters before.

He will destroy these as he has destroyed the others.]

[superstylishsquid]

*Speaking of monsters, there's one, roughly twelve feet tall, lurking in a tree at the edge of the new clearing.*

Huh...

Part of me feels like I should apologize for this...

[falkeditupagain]

Hanna hadn't had all those new consoles growing up, and even now when he was an adult, he still stuck true to his Nintendo 64. It was his baby, and even though Smash bros and Mario Kart were his playing ground, that definitely did not mean he hadn't picked up a Zelda or two along the way. They were great, he loved the story, and the puzzles were fun, even if the water temple was like, the worst thing in existence.

But, stepping into the Cathedral because it's a little weird to see the door slightly ajar, he has to pause. And unlike most video game characters who he tended to freak out about, in a positive way, because how cool was that, he just stops, mouth wide open. Because man, no. He did not just walk in on the fucking evil gerudo king with the triforce of power, all on his lonesome. Right? That wasn't a thing he just did?

"Fucking really? REALLY?" He had shit luck. He swears somewhere someone from above was like, pissing themselves laughing.

2; i'm so sorry for this, i really couldn't resist

[hierophantes]

[Others didn't exactly seem eager to interact with Kirei Kotomine--for reasons that weren't entirely clear--but that was fine. He was an individual that would sooner keep to himself, so the fact that others made doing so easily proved no problem. Few people came to the cathedral on a daily or regular basis, so that as well as Kirei's own position as a priest made it the most natural place for him to end up on most days.]

[This particular day, however, he walked inside and very nearly did a double-take. In the low lighting he'd very nearly mistook Ganondorf for someone else entirely. A half-second's observation confirmed that no, this was not in fact Rider, but how many people were that absurdly tall to begin with?]

...

['Awkward silence' being Kirei's native language, it seemed to be taking the priest a moment to determine just how to react to this unexpected development.]

Zack Fair || FFVII: Crisis Core

[weallfalldown]

Train Station
Trains weren't an unusual thing for Zack, he had ridden them quite frequently in Midgar, but...the unusual thing was, he shouldn't have been on one in the first place. There was a battle to be fought somewhere, a girl to go see, a friend to save...and yet, here he was, waking up on a train. He had been having unusual dreams lately, vivid enough that when he woke up he wondered if it had actually happened, but that could be the mako, and if he was having a bad time, who knew what Cloud was dreaming of when he wasn't staring off blankly and mouthing senseless words?

When the train stopped, the location wasn't familiar, and as he watched it leave, going back the way it came, he sighed, shaking his head. There wasn't any use of following it. He had a hunch that if this wasn't a dream, that train wouldn't be able to take him back to where he wanted anyways. He'd seen the world, and this wasn't the world he lived in. "Because I just needed something like this today." Shaking his head, Zack crosses his arms and pushes forward, ready or not for what ever was waiting for him.

Butts butts poop and other vulgar words

[sealclubbingisnotcool]

Veser is wandering aimlessly like most days since the Catacombs and several times he'd tried (and failed) to get the trains to just take him home.

Who's that bitch? he asks himself, nose wrinkling at the uniform Zack is wearing. He'd never seen him before, and the dude looked a little... confused. The staring and the head shaking tips Ves off that the confusions probably because that guys an unlucky new patron of the great and glorious ruby fucking city. Normally this warrant some sympathy. But that's not exactly what Veser is selling!

A toothy grin spreads across his face, quickly turning into a smug look as he stretches out his arms and starting walking over.

"Hey man! You lost?", Veser asked, waving and giving off the air of totally knowing everything ever.

Terry Bogard | King of Fighters

[cmon_getsrs]

Train Station:

[ Trains. He always did like trains. Something about the rocking of the box cars rattling from the tracks and the speed always felt like it was on a never ending journey from one side of the country to the next. And with Terry being the guy who is always on the move whether he likes it or not, the fact that soon finds himself just getting off to a complete unknown location stuns him for a good moment.

Gotta admit. When he said he was willing to go 'anywhere', he was more like talking about anywhere in the most general sense of Southtown. This place, whatever and wherever it is, is definitely not Southtown. Was he kidnapped or something? Is this another ploy to bring some fighters into one area just to have another excuse for a fighting tournament to take place? Well, no matter where he is, one thing is for certain:

Things are looking pretty interesting all of a sudden! Now let's see, should he play the clueless tourist act and be confused or should he go with approaching someone and ask que-- yes, the second one always works. So he'll be approaching the nearest person to pop probably the most used questions of all. ]

Heeeey, mind if I borrow your time? I seem to have gotten off the wrong stop by mistake here... mind telling me where we're at exactly?

The Black Stallion Saloon:

[ Never let it be said that Terry doesn't enjoy the simple things in life! Fights? Yeah, sure. Who doesn't like a good scuffle or two? Traveling? Of course! Gotta broaden your horizons after all! But the one thing Terry REALLY likes to do once he gets his bearings and his facts straightened out? Is having a good time.

And by having a good time, that also means having good food and drink. Seriously, how can you not enjoy a good burger with a beer to go down with it? And he'll definitely let the people around him know just how much he's enjoying it after chugging his draught beer and wiping his mouth with the sleeves of his coat. ]

Whew! Now THIS is how you prepare a meal for the night out! Gotta say, I've kind of expected a little less from the claims and advertising I keep hearing, but this? This isn't so bad. Wonder if they have any order-to-go stuff in the menu here?

[ He then nudges the person next to him in full expectation that they know something of this place since, why not? If anybody who should know about this town, it's gotta be the locals, right? ]

Hey, buddy. What do you recommend? The chilly season is coming up, so I'm thinking something hot and filling should do the job here.

Wildcard:
[ Here comes a new challenger! Hit me up with anything else you'd like to try! ]

Honori Cstial | Original Character

[yukiotoko]

The Coffee Joint:
[ He was back. How in the world did he manage to return to such a place? There was no way Honori ever could know that answer. Not only that, but on the addition on to that, he also had discovered that his previous house had been taken up with new occupants... so now he has to start all over from scratch and search for a new 'home' again.

Honestly, this was more of a pain than he would ever admit outloud. But at least for now, it doesn't seem to be too bad. He is still alive, right? The people here are still going on with their lives as normal, so why shouldn't he? ]

Because it's just not the same... [ A small mutter back to his thoughts as he nursed a now ice cold coffee cup in his hands. This adventure may be a tougher one to deal with alone than he ever had to admit. ]

I guess finding a home to stay in should be my first priority before resuming my investigations about this place. I wonder if there are people here open with the idea of strangers staying with them? I suppose it wouldn't hurt it ask.


The Forest:

[ "Poor weather" doesn't even come close to describing this incident. Not only has he been stranded under a large tree that he has taken shelter under with, but he's also trying to start a makeshift campfire for the night or until the storm passes. It's not that the cold temperature bothers him. Oh no, it's far from it. It's more like having to rest himself after wandering around aimlessly for so long and because the person who was with him might have a different tolerance to the climate changes than he does.

There was something about these woodlands that keeps calling out to him that makes him want to explore, but even he knows that he shouldn't wander alone by himself no matter how much of a seasoned adventurer he is.

A part of him also wants to go back to searching for Omega and Nonbe, but another more rational part of him keeps reminding him that he needs to rest and recover during this time to preserve his energy. ]

Al...most... there... got it!

[ And with a bit of effort of using a flint stone and some kindling, he was able to at least start something of a fire. But it won't last for too long thanks to the bad weather. That's when he glances up to his 'partner' for this little exploration adventure and lowers his head in apology. ]

Sorry... I didn't mean to get you caught up in this with me. I'm sure once we set up camp for a short while, we should be able to move back to the city after the weather has cleared up for us. Think you'll be able to hold out just a while longer?

Wildcard:
[ What's that? You have a side quest to give out? Something you need delivered or in need of some assistance? Feel free to toss anything at me! ]

Selina Kyle (Catwoman) | DCnU

[curiousityneverkilled]

A | Train Station

[The woman that comes stumbling off of the train is a little worse for the wear, and clearly not dressed for the weather. On top of that, she appears to be soaking wet.

It has not been a good day for Selina Kyle, and she leans heavily against the wall once she's disembarked, hugging herself and trying to massage warmth into her arms.]

Can't stay out here.

[The words are muttered just under her breath, and she lifts her gaze to study the poster tacked to the wall. The 'how' and 'why' of what just happened to her don't make sense; but then, the past week has been fucking stellar for things not making sense. She's not going to ask where she is. Hell, for all she knows, this is a hallucination, and she's just one unlucky kitty.]

Ruby City...? Another joke?

[She scowls, shoving away from the wall. Her shoulders are hunched as she begins to march away from the station. She's too cold to try to be outright stealthy, but woe unto whoever comes across her.]


B | Black Stallion Saloon

[It's been a couple days, and Selina's still a bit wary of the place. Still, at least now she has some clothes: the slouchy white sweater she's wearing is rather sensible, if the grey woolen leggings on her lower half seem less so. She's nursing a drink and watching whoever happens to walk in. She looks...inviting enough, though that smile she flashes to the people coming through the door doesn't quite meet her eyes. After all, being told she's in a place out of time doesn't sit well with her.]

C | Rooftops, nighttime

[Selina is very, very curious about this new City, and a sharp eye might spy her bounding from rooftop to rooftop much like...well, like a cat, late in the evening.]

C!!!

[earlybird]

[ For all the strange variety of people here in Ruby City, to date, there's only a select few who opt to travel by rooftop. Others do just fine with the roads, or by air, or by teleportation or whatever, but the rooftops remain their domain. His and Grayson's.

So his attention, and his irritation, is caught when he spies someone else bouncing around, late one night.

It's up to Robin to investigate.

...--keeping up is actually something of a challenge. Whoever they are, they're good. Fast, sharp reflexes, and they blend into the night almost seamlessly. It's familiar, naggingly so, but he can't figure out why. And it becomes readily apparent they've not only noticed him, but that they're playing cat-and-mouse with him, as he swings onto a rooftop only to find it empty when it'd been inhabited just a half-second before.

He clicks his tongue, annoyed, hand at his belt as he scans the area with narrowed eyes, the night-vision of his mask finding nothing. ]

Enough games! Show your face and come out already!

Twelfth Doctor || Doctor Who || The Library

[twelfth_night]

[Books! Lots of books. A perfect place for the Doctor to regain his sense of direction. He had no idea where he was, other than being within a strange, new library. Being lost within a library was always good. Wasn't it? He thumbed his way through a dozen books, before looking around to see if anyone was watching him or was passing through. There had to be others within this vast place, didn't there? It just seemed odd for him to be here without a reason. There was always a reason.

He plopped himself down into a vacant chair, clutching a thick, dusted books in his palms. If he was going to be here for a while, a little reading couldn't hurt, could it?]

[gallifreytotrenzalore]

[Eleven was carrying a pile of books he had been ordered to return by River, most of the part of her research on the city's history and origins. As he was struggling to not drop any while putting a rather large and heavy volume on its shelf, he noticed a grey haired man a short distance away.

The man's face looked weirdly familiar, though Eleven couldn't put his finger on why that would be the case. Maybe he had met someone who looked similar during his vast travels? It was a likely possibility, at least. It had not been here, he was sure of that much, which meant that the guy had to be new to the city.

Putting down the books on a nearby reading desk, he approached the man, a helpful smile on his face.]

You look a bit lost there. Can I maybe help you?

Amy Pond|Doctor Who|The Saloon

[alwayspond]

[Amy blinked. She blinked. River had told her that she would end up in the time and place that Rory was in. Rory.... Her best friend, her lover.... her confidant... her husband.... her soulmate.

As she looked around the saloon, she didn't know where she was,but she knew, somehow she knew that Rory wasn't there. She always knew when he was there, even when she didn't rightly remember him, she still somehow trusted him. He wasn't in this place though. It almost reminded her of Utah. She expected the Doctor to walk in any moment, with a 10 gallon hat, or that stupid fez. She smiled at thee thought of River shooting it off the top of his head. The smile fell away though because she didn't know where Rory was now.

The thought made her more scared than she had ever been. Worse, then when the Doctor left her for 21 years, and worse when she couldn't remember loving Rory. She took a deep breath, and wiped the tears from her cheeks, looking around debating what to do. ]

[twelfth_night]

[The last time the Doctor had entered a saloon was when he was back in a town called Mercy. Not the best of memories for him, since he had his Stetson shot off by none other than River Song. Yet, he was a new man now and would not be wearing any silly hats. Nope.

His gaze was drawn to a woman standing on her own looking very lost. Was she alright? She didn't look it. The Doctor was drawn to damsel in distress types and this could be his moment. Couldn't it? Another human needing rescuing. He could just walk away and leave her but his conscience would kick him in the stomach for doing so.]

Can I help you? Are you alright? [He spoke to the back of the woman and wondered if she wouldn't just panic and run away. Some did.]

Donna Noble | Doctor Who | The Forest

[useproperwords]

Donna had never considered herself unlucky, but right now, it seemed as though the universe was conspiring to make her change her mind. Not only had she turned up in some forest located in who-knows-where, but it was also raining. No, not just raining: it was flat-out pouring.

This was a really brilliant turn of events, because she'd gone from being with the Doctor on the TARDIS to here. Of course, one of the last things she remembered wasn't exactly comforting, but still, the Doctor had been there, and that was more than enough.

So whoever had been rude enough to split the two of them up was not on Donna's good list. If she ever found them, she was of half a mind to give them a good talking-to. Of course, that was if she ever made her way out of this forest.

There was a path just ahead of her, and although she had no idea where it might lead, the only way to find that out was to take it.

"All right, then, here goes nothing."

[twelfth_night]

The Doctor walked through the dense forest with a mix of curiosity and adventure. He loved new places but also didn't know where he was. That annoyed him. He always liked to know where he was and where he was going. Right now, neither of those seemed to ring clear in his mind.

He stepped through into a clearing and noticed a ginger-haired woman walking in front of him. She looked oddly familiar from the back. No, not Amy, but another woman.....someone he knew a long time ago now. He quickened his pace and walked right up to the woman, stepping so that he was standing on her right hand side.

"Lost? I could say the same myself."

Yu Narukami | Persona 4

[linefacingforever]

[The Black Stallion Saloon]
Suddenly stepping into the TV and (eventually) finding himself in the wrong town was enough of a surprise, but finding he was slowly remembering the familiar streets as he walked down them was a bit of a shock. He had been here before, Yu could recall that much, but trying to focus on those stray threads of memories was interrupted by the sky opening up, starting to dump snow on him like it was a torrential storm.

Yu raised an arm, protecting his face as he trudged through the quickly accumulating snow, trying to ignore the shivering that quickly took over his body. He didn't pause to wonder why his feet seemed to know where to go, not until he was grabbing the door for the saloon and throwing it open. Once he managed to shove the door closed, he flopped back against it, letting out a relieved breath as he took in his surroundings. That was way, way too much snow for him to deal with, but at least he ended up in a place with good burgers.

...wait, why did he know that?

[Wild Card]

[Feel free to hit me up with whatever you'd like!]

[denialism]

The problem with living in a bar—even if it was in a little room above the bar—was that, although it gave him easy access to limitless free booze, other people also enjoyed patronizing the bar, and other people were a pain.

Like this one, who startled Adachi with his sudden entrance as he lounged in the back, enjoying the first of what was sure to be the first of the evening's many beers. Unless he decided to switch to another alcoholic beverage.

Adachi narrowed his eyes in mild annoyance at the newcomer, but when realized who had just walked in, his eyes widened. Shit, and he was trapped in the corner here, too. If he moved, Yu was sure to look in his direction. Actually, Yu was sure to look in his direction shortly even if Adachi didn't move. There was no one else here. He could try to slink out unseen or hide himself behind something, but that probably wouldn't work. Where would he go? He'd look completely ridiculous crouching down behind a table if he was found out. No, the best idea would be to act like he'd planned this all along. Right. Perfect. That always worked. He smiled.

"There you are. Took you long enough to get here, didn't it?" That sounded pretty cool and collected.

Killian Jones / Captain Hook | OUAT

[devilishlyhandsome]

[Video]

Well, well, what is this... [The video opens on a pirate, with a bit of scruff and apparently wearing black eye liner, and dressed head to toe in black leather and silver. He is peering at the watch with curiosity, but he's having a bit of trouble with it, balancing it oddly and prodding it with a gloved finger.

With a soft curse, he sets it down, and then one can see that the reason he was having a hard time holding it was because instead of a hand on his left arm, he has a wicked silver hook. Hooks aren't great for holding watches. He gets it situated, then pulls back a bit to speak.]

This is a magical sort of communication device, yeah? Well, listen up. This is Killian Jones.

[He spreads hand and hook] I don't know how I got to this land, but if someone can enlighten me, and point me the way to some magic beans or some kind of portal to get out of here, I'll make it worth their while.

[He leans a little closer] Trust me, I can pay. Whatever is needed, I'm sure we can come to some kind of an arrangement.

Fact is, I've got important things to do, far away from here.

[Like a crocodile to hunt, possibly. He'd thought he'd given up on revenge, but his chest is still smarting from Gold's fingers, and he really wants to know how he'd escaped from that terrible fate. After all, his heart is still beating strong in his chest.

With a rakish smirk - don't you trust him? - he flips the watch closed and goes to explore this new land.]

[trubel]

Nice hook.

[ Theresa had a way with words. Mostly that way was blunt and straight-forward and focused on whatever she wanted to know most about at the time. That had a lot to do with the fact that she'd minimized contact with others for so long (save for law enforcement, but that wasn't really a choice until recently), even if she was getting back into it. ]

You're joking about magic beans, right?

[ Though he might not be. She couldn't remember if she saw beans in Rosalee's spice shop at all, but the shop isn't here so it doesn't matter in the long run. ]

Malcolm Meryln l Arrow l The Saloon

[welldressedevil]

[Malcolm had always been an adaptable soul. You had to be when you were planning the extermination of an entire section of a city. But this was a bit strange even for his tastes. He sat in the saloon enjoying a meal and glancing around trying to take a measure of the people around him.]

Barry Allen l The Flash l The Library

[give_me_a_museum]

[Barry was in heaven, if heaven was a room full of books from floor to ceiling. He moved quickly from shelf to shelf as he gathered a small pile of books. Then zipped to a comfortable looking armchair with them and settled in to read.]

Haldir | tolkien legendarium

[lothlorienguard]

Train Station

[Haldir stepped out of the door of the passenger cart, unsure of what was going on or what had happened. What was this strange device and why did it bring him to this foreign land? He frowned a bit as he studied the area trying to understand what he was about to step into.

It was clear he was no longer in the woodlands of Middle Earth. He couldn't afford to leave his land now. There was too much to worry about. He would have to seek out the people in charge to see what this was about.

With a new purpose in mind, Haldir straightened his gray cloak and pushed his way through the crowded station. He doubted these people would have the information he needed. Most of them looked just as lost as he was.]

[silvergift]

[Her usual walk around the city bring her near the train station. She's wrapped in a warm cloak, carefully bartered when she and Elrond had arrived and light boots, hair pinned back neatly. There are few she hopes to see or ever expects to, her parents being among them but how would anyone draw her mother of all people here? Powerful as she is.

The wind spoke lightly, whispering of another elf in the city and she turns to enter, curious of who it could be. Her eyes scan the crowd and of course her eyes are drawn to one of the tallest figures. A familiar one though one she hasn't seen in centuries.]

Haldir? Haldir of Lorien?

Arwen | Tolkien Legendarium

[outofadream]

The Cathedral

[ Stepping off the train and into the unfamiliar station had left Arwen feeling both unsettled and uncertain. So when she caught sight of the cathedral in the distance, that was the location she headed for.

It was still unfamiliar, but at least it was quiet there, and what she required most was a place where she could gather her thoughts without being observed by too many curious passersby.

Once she had collected herself, then she could begin to seek out others who might have information to give. ]

/wheezes

[silvergift]

[The cathedral isn't one of her usual stops. The concept behind it makes sense but actual use, no. The Valar would hear her wherever she was and whenever she was. No but she was near, looking at the ruby colored tree that had replaced the obelisk.

When Arwen comes out of the cathedral, Celebrían shouldn't be too difficult to spot, silver hair loose down her back and wearing a pale blue cloak against the winter chill.]

Simon Monroe | In the Flesh

[castacoldeye]

A. Text
[A communication device. Not like one he's seen before, but close enough to a phone to be understandable. He's wary of it. But as with most new things, he's not afraid to use it. It's just that he doesn't know who's on the other end of it.]

I have a question for you. Are you living or dead?

B. Cathedral
[It's not far from the station, so it doesn't take him long to find the church with its spire. He stands gazing up at it. He's wearing a jacket and a jumper, but he isn't particularly bundled up. He doesn't react to the cold. His skin is deathly pale, the irises of his eyes whitish, his pupils malformed. The reason is that he isn't alive.

He starts to walk around the building, curiously, his gait unhurried and slightly stiff. He's noticed that there don't seem to be any graves. But there must be, somewhere. It might be a little stereotypical of him, this feeling of being drawn to graves, but he doesn't fight it. He murmurs to himself as he searches, but loud enough to be heard.]

He disappeared in the dead of winter...

I'm so late to tag onto this but omg In the Flesh ;w;

[doeeyed]

[Lily doesn't go to the church often; she should, given these trying times, but there's something eery about it that she can't quite put her finger on. Still, she has to pass it everyday in order to go to her shop, so here she is, running her fingers against the bars of the gate and humming slightly as she walks. She barely see him there, wandering around the grounds, and only half catches what he mutters.]

Sorry? Are you looking for someone? No one lives in the cathedral I'm afraid.

Finarfin/Arafinwe | Tolkien

[elfoflight]

Station

A letter from across the waters had arrived, delivered to his hand. Penned in a familiar hand he could never forget - never wanted to forget. But between one blink and another, the Noldor king found himself stepping off a contraption that had all the markings of dwarves, but at the same time were not dwarf-made.

Arafinwe knew enough to tell the difference. But what had made it was yet a mystery. Carefully folding the paper back up, he slid it into his tunic to keep by his heart, safe. Earwen wasn't at his side as she should be, as a glance around hardly needed to tell him.

No, instead he saw nothing immediately familiar. An unusual experience for him, if only in that he was alone without those of his kin behind him. But it did not sway him from stepping out, forward and on to explore, expression schooled into neutrality. He would watch and listen before choosing what further action to take.

He was hard to miss of course. Tall. Fair of head and face. Glowing. And well dressed, complete with an elegant crown around his head.


[OOC: So have the Noldor King that isn't an exile sorry Gil-Galad...Canon point is just before Celebrian arrives, so he's yet to meet her. I default to third person prose but am willing to match.

Alternate scenarios are welcome, just set it up!]

[silvergift]

[Oh yes, he's very hard to miss. Especially for how long she'd known him now, and how often he'd stayed by her side when she'd been recovering.

Her face lights up at the sight of him and she moves quickly towards him, feet making no sound and cloak flowing behind her. Her hair is braided around her head, like her mother would do, though she isn't dressed so nicely as she would have been in Tirion.]

Grandfather!

Thranduil | Tolkien

[seenthefire]

The Station: Arrival of the Elvenking

[The ground is moving and Thranduil nearly falls over as he recovers his footing. He had been surrounded when the elk had gone down but there is no blood, no pain. There was no snow falling as he stepped onto the platform and took in his surroundings with an even gaze, his grip on his sword firm.

He's not sure why he is here, why he had been taken away from the battle and his people who were dying. There were no familiar faces, he could hear the confusion of those who seemed that they had arrived here unexpectedly as he moved through the crowd.

He would find out what was happening and how he got here, and then he would return to the battle where he should be at the moment.]

[lothlorienguard]

[It seemed there were all sorts of his kin arriving as he had. Haldir easily spotted the Elvenking as he stepped onto the stating. Haldir hesitated a little bit before approaching the king. He had only been to Mirkwood on a few occasions, mainly to deliver information or to escort. He never spoke to the king. Haldir was more familiar with the king's son, Legolas and found him to be more approachable.]

My Lord, would you like an escort? [Haldir bowed in greeting when he weaved his way toward the Elvenking.] I can offer a few explanations as well.