rubycity_ooc | 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:

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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Of course it didn't feel right. It wasn't right. None of it, except they weren't alone. He smiles at her answer. If that was all he had, he'll bear it.]

You truely are your mother's daughter.

[Yes, he can see that even having just met her. And the simple pride in it is clear for all to see.]

I will never be so strong as her though. [She takes a step back, eyes still a bit sad, and slips her hand into his. She gives it a squeeze, not hard but a little harder than she needs to. It isn't fair that he doesn't know her yet but she'll bear it somehow.]

I can show you where we have been staying. It is not so grand as Tirion but it is comfortable. We have wine and food there. And I can barter with Morrigan to make you a cloak.

[He wasn't so sure about that, but he holds his tongue.]

Your strength is your own.

[He also doesn't keep her from stepping back, let her decide what she felt comfortable with. Arafinwe gives her hand a gentle squeeze in return, giving a nod of encouragement.]

It will be fine, Celebrian. I have lived with less.

You do not have to though. And it will be good for us, making relations within the city.

[The squeeze he gives her hand is comforting, familiar. Even without his memories, it's the same encouraging or reassuring gesture he'd given her as she had recovered, one she'd desperately needed more than once.]

Our house is not far. We might have taken one near the forest but I am told there are... creatures in there. [And there hadn't been any available that had a nice clear view.]

[Her concern with how little she had to offer him was touching, and draws a soft smile. Already he loves her, even if he'd not been there to watch her grow. Even if he had not all the memories he should.]

Creatures?

[What dangers has she been told of? He'll follow where she goes, just a breath behind her to make it appear they both know precisely where they're going rather than one leading the other.]

Some friendly creatures. Others... not quite so. [He may notice a shiver run through her body.] Wargs, trolls and other manner of beasts.

[Basically, things she really wouldn't want to deal with or be able to. Five centuries was enough time for her to recover but the fear would always be there. Well-hidden but there.]

[Of course he saw the shiver, and it made his heart clench and eyes narrow. Wargs generally meant orcs, though she's yet to mention them. Arafinwe inclines his head a little, understanding and gives her hand another gentle squeeze of support.]

Then we will remain away from those creatures.

[She hasn't heard mention of orcs but she does know they're likely about because of the wargs as well. And it's not an encounter she ever wants to risk. Not something Elrond wanted to risk either, while he'd been there, she's sure.]

Thank you, grandfather.

[The door to the house they'd chosen is already unlocked, for ease of all the residents, and Celebrían pushes it open to let him inside. It really isn't anything like Tirion, or Lothlorien or Imladris, but she has tried to bring some of the comforts of each place into the house.]

[Nothing would harm her if he has anything to say or do about it. Doubtless Haldir of Lorien would agree and do his part.

He stifles a little chuckle at her thanks - it was only his due to guard her safety as her grandfather. If she'd not figured out he was the protective sort, from what she'd said and the fact she knew him, then there was no hope for it now.

Besides. She'd clearly gone to some trouble to bring home to this strange city, as he sees so clearly as he walks in and looks around.]

How long have you been here, to bring in such comforts?

[Now doubt that any who knew of her fate would do the same. However much she would insist they not put themselves in the way of harm for her. After all, Finrod had taught her at least a bit of swordplay to defend herself. Though there had never been reason or need for it in Aman.]

A few weeks. Elrond was here for a short while, I could not have done half so well without him.

[No doubt at all. And Arafinwe was proud of the peace in Aman, but had not let his skills fade more than the nature of active use forced upon them. But here, here he might just have to continue the lessons his son had begun with Celebrian.]

Perhaps you would tell me more about him some time.

[...And he really needed to read that letter in entirety...]

[Which would, of course, require that they find suitable swords. It was doubtful they would find Noldor steel in this city of all places but there were weapons at least.]

I would be glad to. Though you will meet him someday. He promised to follow me when he was done with his duties in Middle Earth.

[Not as good as the swords from home, but they would manage with what they found. They could do no less.

Arafinwe inclines his head, pleased that she would eventually see her love. And a promise like that was not lightly given, he was sure.]

I look forward to that day.

[She moves to lean against him, smiling and sighing softly. They wouldn't have trouble finding other weapons at least, there was a forge in the city.]

As do I.

[Of course he doesn't push her away, no more now than the moment he met her. And if there was a forge, he might just attempt to make something. Otherwise he'd see about having a sword or two made for them, if the blacksmith was able enough.

Her words draw another quiet little chuckle and he tightens his hold on her.]

[And for that she's glad. Even without knowing her, he's still the same person who'd won her trust when she couldn't see anything bright or worthwhile in the world any longer.]

If you need anything, I can show you the shops. And you are welcome, of course, to anything in the house.

December Test Drive!

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