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rubycity_ooc2014-12-01 11:41 pm
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December 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:
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!
Wes | Don't Starve
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.]
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[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.]
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He had been hoping to find some kind of book to help fill in the gross disparity between the world as he'd last left it and the world as everyone else seemed to describe it. Or at least everyone else who had a world anything like his, anyway.
That said, it was probably a poor idea to stare that intensely at a man quite as jumpy as Wes had become.
He feels that stare and turns sharply, closing the book quickly to lock eyes with... um.
Some.... one....?
Who are you and why are you looking at him like that?]
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Uh...
[Was this some weird being put here by the City? WHAT SUFFERING DO YOU BRING WITH YOU, ROSIE CHEEKED LITTLE MAN? WHO ARE YOU?]
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Wes was apprehensive, but...
Was he... stalking him?
Or....?
Slowly, carefully, he bends down and sets the book on the floor, still keeping one eye on the shaggy figure behind the shelf.
...if... he didn't know any better....
.... was this person.... afraid?]
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[Silent minutes stretch between them. And then finally.]
Are you real?
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Y-yes?
Wes looks profoundly confused.
He... feels real. That's a good start. Right?
Uncertainly, Wes spreads his hands as though he's going to shrug, but his brow furrows slightly in bewilderment; existential questions really are not for him.
At last he extends one white-gloved hand, reaching out to the... someone... peering around the shelf. It's an invitation.
Come on out?]
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[This was SUSPICIOUS.]
[But come out he does, standing between the two shelves, outsizing Wes in both height and width considerably.]
How long have you been here?
[IF YOU'RE REALLY THERE AT ALL!!! Maurice really needs a drink. This cold turkey business is killing him.]
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He makes a valiant effort, though, counting quckly on his fingers, then stopping, then starting again, then restarting entirely--finally he gives up and just shrugs helplessly.]
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[He was being paranoid. He was being silly. But still. Mime. Mime and he wasn't TALKING. Maurice doesn't know if he simply doesn't wish to or can't and knows it's an asshole question to ask so he starts wringing his hands.]
I didn't know Mimes went inside buildings.
[Yes.]