February 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:

• Use an RNG to choose a location and prompt, or wait for someone else to tag.


• Post with your character with their name and canon on top!


• 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 - The place where everyone gets dumped off at. Your first view of Ruby City, complete with informational posters telling you all about where you've ended up.
2. THE BEACH - Lovely year-round, though in the winter months, you're probably not likely to dip your toes in.
3. THE BLACK STALLION - A rather quaint bar. Supposedly, the burgers are great, but you don't see anyone immediately who's willing to serve you. Maybe you're meant to get it yourself.
4. THE OBELISK - The tall monolith in the center of the city marks the gathering place of many events, though right now it seems to be cold and dark.
5. THE CLOCKTOWER - Offering an impressive view of the city, several residents come here to clear their heads, if they don't mind braving the narrow staircase.
6. THE COFFEE JOINT - the front windows are warm and welcoming, and it seems there's always someone friendly enough to fix you a cup when you wander through.
7. THE CATACOMBS - Intrepid, aren't you? Those weird holes may beg exploring, but go too deep and you're going to be in a lot of trouble, considering the viciousness of the creatures held within.
8. THE CITY STREETS - All told, Ruby City is a lovely place, once you get past the fact that several of the buildings look derelict and on the verge of falling down. There's no harm in doing a little sightseeing.
9. THE PARK - You thought it'd be a lovely stroll, but the park is anything but friendly, if those approaching wolf-like creatures are any indication.
10. CHOOSE YOUR OWN - Don't like what we've come up with? Feel like picking your own place? There's a whole host of lovely locations to choose from in the City.


Scenarios


1. NEW ARRIVAL - Step off that train, walk down the street. People usually latch on to newcomers to try and help them out. Even if you look shy, the other residents probably won't be!
2. WATCH TALK - Feeling lost? Disoriented? Don't worry, everyone feels that way on their first day. Fortunately - if the signs at the station are to believed - the watch in your pocket can be used to talk to whoever else might be here.
3. BAD WEATHER - Aw, man. Whether it's snow, or rain, or just plain cold, today was definitely the wrong day to get dumped off in a City in the middle of nowhere.
4. A RUN-IN - Maybe you weren't watching. Maybe they weren't. Either way, you just bumped into someone. Perhaps apologies are in order?
5. HELP, IT HURTS - Clumsy, aren't you? Perhaps wherever the train brought you from wasn't so friendly, or you just tripped and twisted your ankle. Either way, you're in a bit of pain. Hopefully someone will notice your booboos and help patch you up.
6. HUNGRY - It isn't very obvious sometimes that restaurants are what they are, especially in a place like Ruby City. Where can a person go to get a bite to eat around here?
7. MISTAKEN IDENTITY - Hey, there's someone you know! --Or maybe not.
8. BEING FOLLOWED - Maybe you're just being paranoid, or maybe you've got a reason to be afraid. Whatever it is, it feels like there's eyes on you...
9. CURRENT EVENTS - None at the moment, but feel free to look through our <href="http://rubycity-ooc.dreamwidth.org/tag/event">event tag!
10. CHOOSE YOUR OWN - Don't like any of these ideas? Feel free to come up with your own!

Comments

Tyler "Tai" Warrens / Original Character

[heir_of_dragons]

1-2

[The first thing that should be apparent as the video opens should be the sheer fact that those helpful posters for newbies? Well they're sure on fire right now. The next thing is the eighteen year old looking over his shoulder, before at the screen. There's a sheepish smile.]

... Sorry, I'll make sure that gets put out.

[Outside of that he doesn't seem to concerned about it spreading, mostly because he knows it won't. He's the one who started the fire and despite the cheerful smile he's focusing very hard on containing it.

He should probably put it out but he's afraid he'll forget how to use the watch in the process.]

So, uh, anyone wanna tell me when the next train comes by? I really need to get home. Kinda sorta a matter of life and "my friend is possessed and trying to kill his sister and I'm the only one that can stop it" sorta thing...

Fun Ghoul / Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys

[radioactivedonuts]

1-1

[One minute he was holding the door shut, holding off BL/ind while Jet got the Girl to safety, the next minute he was sitting on a train.

An actually train. Fun Ghoul had never ridden on a train, even before everything went to Hell and back. There had never been a reason too, but here he was now. And he spent the entire ride fidgeting with his bracelets until it came to a stop. After that he was on his feet, rushing off the train and looking all over the platform for something familiar. Unfortunately, there was nothing familiar.

It wasn't the Zones, and it certainly wasn't Battery City. Was this some crazy train to the afterlife? Had he died?

He probably died.

He totally died.

Fun Ghoul was dead.

Heaving a sigh he looked around again, dragging a hand through his black hair.]

'least Jet and the kid are safe...

[Better go see what this purgatory was like.]

8-3

[When the first drop of rain fell Fun Ghoul had high-tailed it to the first awning out of sheer habit. Acid rain was a common occurrence, after all, and he didn't feel like getting burned by it in an unfamiliar city.

He stayed under the awning, at least until he saw other people passing by without any worry outside of getting wet. That alone was enough to make him pause, then reach out.

Oh. It was just normal rain...

Wait. His entire expression lit up. When was the last time there had been normal rain? He couldn't exactly remember.

Needless to say, there's soon a grown man jumping into puddles, laughing away as he becomes drenched.]

... oh what the heck // 1-1

[deathorvictory]

G--? G!

[There's a blur of red hair and blue faux leather running across the platform to the smaller man, his eyes wide and-- scared.

He has no fucking idea what's going on. The last thing he remembers his Korse's face and then--

Then--...

Party Poison scrubs one hand under his jaw, not for the first time, feeling the scratch of dirty leather against the skin and there's no wound there but there should be and--]

What the fuck!?

Satine | Moulin Rouge!

[justacough]

8-1

Being dragged from the bedroom of her elephant was not exactly what she called treating a lady with respect. Next thing she knew, she was on a train and given a watch and there was some nonsense of being trapped in a city. Kidnapped, essentially, but who would kidnap her? Well, the Duke, perhaps, but she had only just met the man.

Though... She supposed it could be viewed as something different.

Being here... being here meant no one knew who she was. Oh, Satine would never stop being the Sparkling Diamond, but no one would know her. No one knew that she was the courtesan to the wealthy. She could be anything.

She could finally be an actress... Maybe this place even had some culture with a theater. If not, Satine would be damned not to use this opportunity and make one herself. She was sure she could sucker some wealthy gentry to make one for her.

She had flown away, far far away, a place where the Moulin Rouge may not even be known, a place where no one likely knew the name "Sparkling Diamond." Oh this... this could be something else entirely. At her core, she would still be the same, of course, but now she could be free to do other things too.

Still in her red gown, she felt a little over dressed for the place and a little under-dressed for the weather. She shivered. Well, best to find some lodging. Or maybe something to drink. Well, she'd find out more about it later. She eyed every single person, bypassing some to choose- ah. She put on her best smile and while she made out to reach for them, she did not actually touch them.

"Well hello, I don't suppose you could help me? I'm afraid I'm the tiniest bit lost."

She's gonna get TB from Satine isn't she

[motherwarnedme]

Selina had just arrived herself, and she could only describe herself as being relieved. While she wished it was some place nicer, like an exotic beach, it would do. She needed to put as much distance between her and Bane. She tried to find out information about where she was, but so far she was out of luck. She'll have to resort to eavesdropping in on people to help figure out her next move.

She noticed a pretty redhead who seemed to be on her own, and newly arrived as well. She gave a wry smile and called over to her, "No one seems to be much help." That red gown on the woman was quite nice, even if it did look like she was cold.

"Need to find you some warm clothes," she suggested. She wasn't far better in her black dress that fit snugly on her body. If there was a downpour, she'd be screwed.

Little Washu | Tenchi Muyo

[crabbygenius]

1-2

[Video]
This isn't what I had in mind when I mentioned taking a vacation.

[A young girl looking about twelve with massive red hair regards the watch with curiosity and perhaps a little annoyance.]

So, can anyone tell me what's going on? The posters were cute, but not as helpful as you'd think.

[goldeneyeball]

If only it were a vacation. Long story short, some creepy magic kid decided he wants you in his toybox. He doesn't play nice either.

Lady | Devil May Cry

[patricided]

8-2

[For a moment all that can be heard is teeth chattering before the video brightens and a woman’s face appears. She’s young maybe no more than her late twenties and definitely feeling the cold based on the red tint to her cheeks and the way her free arms is wrapped around her. Based on what little of her blouse that can be seen she’s accustomed to far warmer climes than the one she’s found herself in now.

The camera itself, however, is bouncing up and down and her with it. She isn’t moving along the street so much as making the most effort she can to keep warm while she makes this attempt at getting a few questions answered. And it’s as good a time as any to try and figure out this watch even if her fingers are stiff and barely feeling anything anymore. Her speech is broken up by her near violently chattering teeth.]

W-when I t-took th-th-this gig th-there w-was an-n-n underst-standing that it w-was to s-s-somep-place warm.

[She pauses, jaw clenching and for the first time there’s only the quiet that comes with a cold night. Granted the look on her face says she’s anything but happy with the way she can’t help but chatter her teeth. Her face suddenly going out of frame and the buildings are moving by in the background when she comes back into frame.]

D-Dante I s-s-swear if you p-pissed off an ice d-demon, I am g-g-going to shoo-shoot you. It w-was s-s-supposed to be a s-s-simple cl-clean up j-job. Ic-ce d-demons were n-not p-part of th-the d-deal. An-and I d-d-don’t w-want t-t-t-to know how y-you f-found one t-to p-p-piss off i-in th-the fir-first pl-place.

[superstylishsquid]

*At first, it's just a Bianky staring at the watch and making incomprehensible noises before Alastor snatches it up. So, have a pair of dimly glowing eyes on a concerned face.*

What he was trying to say is, this is just the weather around here right now. Why don't you let me have a good look around the street so I know where you are and I'll come help you get somewhere warmer.

Curufin | Tolkien

[curvo]

cafe

[ Not all new arrivals stumble off the train and then stagger around like a babe in the woods. Most are disoriented (okay, maybe they all are) but some do get over it a little fast than others. The new arrival sitting in the coffee shop is one of those. The epitome of tall, dark and handsome, he's more interested in watching people walk past the window than drink the bitter liquid in his cup.

If his height and unusual manner of dress (exquisitely crafted armor, blood-spattered, armed with an equally stunning sword) don't garner reactions, then clearly this city is too jaded for a Feanorian. ]


network

Do you believe in second chances?

[ Or third, fourth, fifth; however many it takes for the lesson to sink in. The speaker is an elf, pointed ears peeking above the wealth of dark hair. He's incredibly attractive, according to the social mores of his kind, and tall. Though that probably isn't readily apparent on video. ]

Nor did I, [ He continues speaking, a trace of bitterness underling his otherwise pleasant voice. ] Not until arriving here. How strange, to be plucked from one world to another without warning. Or, I might add, any true finesse.

There are others like myself in residence, or so I have been informed. Very well. My name is Curufinwë. I am available on this charming device, should you wish to speak.

[ Curufin calmly snaps the locket shut. ]


wildcard

[ got another idea? toss it here. ]

network

[bythewaves]

[ Disbelieving silence on this end then, soft and quiet and so, so uncertain ]

Curvo?

earendil | tolkien

[themariner]

station

[ The train is long gone, no doubt off to collect another round of passengers and the platform is mostly empty. Its sole occupant is settled at the top of the steps leading down to the street below. His clothing is plain; a blue tunic and dark trousers to contrast with golden hair, scuffed boots, and an unadorned blade at his side.

He's carefully holding the communication device, expression neutral. When the man --if he is indeed a man, there seems to be something not entirely human about his features -- finally speaks, his voice is quiet and musical. ]

Why have we been brought here? I would know the purpose of my presence in this place.


beach

[Eventually he finds the beach, unmindful of the sea-longing. He's lived with that so long it has become a part of his soul. It is chilly, more evocative of winter than summer, but the cold does not bother him. Instead, the change is a welcome one. A reminder, perhaps, of what it means to be human.

The Mariner settles comfortably in the sand, legs crossed out of long habit, and watches the horizon in hopes of catching a glimpse of a very special star. ]


wildcard

[ choose your own adventure ]

beach guess who

[bythewaves]

[ There is one for whom the call of the sea hold more than just home sickness, more than the whisper of the first Song, and even if his family demand of him that he stays with them, he still comes down to the sea. There is a song that floats over (with) the waters, a part of and yet separate to the waves.

There is someone here, who Earendil probably never wanted to see - who, in truth, probably does not want to see him either, and the song comes to an abrupt halt as Maglor recognises the peredhel on the shore. ]

Hail Earendil [ He whispers, so softly, and begins to back up ] Brightest of stars, above this Middle-earth sent unto men

Sebastian Michaelis | Kuroshitsuji

[damngoodtea]

1/8 - 1
Sebastian stepped off the train, paused and glanced over his shoulder with a frown as wind blew black hair into his face. A gloved hand reached up to shove it aside as he watched the locomotive pull out. Odd was one way to put it.

Casting his senses out, he didn't feel Ciel around (though there were plenty of other powers). But he should. The lack had him uneasy, though only a disapproving look around might give that away. The demon butler walked away from where he'd been dropped off, reading the signs with some bemusement as reality set in. Unless this was a trick by those damned Reapers, there was a whole new world to explore.

And yet there was so much to do. Just in case the young Earl showed up to ruin his fun. Contingencies; he needed a base of opperations that would satisfy the boy, and work to support said household.


Wildcard
[Make your own adventure!]

Sort of had to

[in_loveless_memory]

Ritsuka was still at the train station reading all the signs and everything they talked about as he looked at the watch. His tail swished back and forth as he tried to make sense of everything. This seriously was just another thing to add to the line up of "messed up nonsense" he had to deal with at this point. He sighed. Alright, so essentially, this watch was a cellphone just in cellphone shape.

There was really no point in pulling out his own cellphone, he already figured it wouldn't work. His ears perked as there was suddenly a person behind him, probably reading the signs too. He glanced over his shoulders.

"Oh uh... sorry, I can move."

Kenshin Himura | Ruroni Kenshin

[deadly_oro]

1 | 1/8.
To say Kenshin arrived in style was... kind. The bedraggled swordsman stumbled off the train, breath coming in gasps and he wrapped one arm around himself, other on the sheathed sword at his side. Simply because he was injured, side gashed open and blood dripping to the ground didn't mean he wouldn't fight if he had to. It didn't mean he couldn't either.

Eyes narrowed and focused, the red-head looked around for anything familiar. Nothing. The signs weren't written how he was accustomed, though he found he had no trouble understanding their meanings once he'd taken a moment to look at them after everything else.

Someone was watching him though, so he picked his way off the station, map of the area ingrained into his mind's eye so he'd hopefully find a place to hole up and recover some of his strength. And get his wounds tended, if he was fortunate.

Wildcard! Have fun with an injured Kenshin, either before he's been fixed up or after.

[foxdoc]

Someone certainly was, and that someone is going to come over him and grab him by the ear.

"Ken-san! Where on earth do you think you are going looking like that!"

James Norrington | Pirates of the Carribean

[chooseaside]

Beach:

Slowly Norrington had picked himself off from the ground and tried to wipe away the sand from his uniform. Groggily he tried to piece together what had happened and where he was. One thing for sure was he was indeed a live...How? The last thing he remembered was setting Elizabeth Swan free and stabbing Davy Jones. Peculiar. He supposed now he would have to find answers to where here was...and how he had managed to survive. There had to be someone near by to give him answers.

Warily, Norrington left the shoreline and headed toward the beach. The one thing he did know that he was exhausted and his body ached. He was going to have to attend to his wound some point, but for now he ignored it. He continued to press on, wanting to find some sort of civilization.

Wildcard! Have fun dealing with a confused and injured Admiral.

[cursedtosleep]

Wildcard

The admiral may or may not have noticed the amount of birds that twirled around his head and then flapped away, tweeting and whistling as they went while his search from the beach led him into the woods. Of course, the birds were keeping a close eye on anyone who happened nearby the princess.

Aurora looked up from the bushes of berries when they returned.

"Someone is injured?" she asked as they kept twittering. She quickly headed in the direction they told her and her eyes widened at the gentleman.

"Oh my goodness! Are you alright?" she asked as she hurried over to him.

Belle | Once Upon a Time

[a_chipped_cup]

She stared at her surroundings, the world that she was stepping out into just as unfamiliar and strange as the train that carried her here. It had to be a spell that brought here. Spells had changed her life so often before, there was no other explanation to the loss of memory of how she ended up on the train or where she was going. Belle's only question was, who had cast the spell and why would they send her so far from home?

Even in the midst of her uncertainty and fear, she knew that Rumple would look for her. They had only just reconciled, his revelation about searching for his son fresh in her mind. As well as his promise to have a hamburger at Granny's with her. Things were supposed to be getting better, not taking a step back.

Belle looked at the posters, trying to make sense of her current location and what sort of world this was. She couldn't sit around and wait for others. There had to be a way home and the surest method would be to find whatever information she could. Books would save her life again.

[truestsweeper]

Henry was not in one of his better moods and also on route to the library. But not exactly for the books. As he passed the train station, he saw a familiar face and he managed a smile.

"...Belle?" Well this was an interesting turn of events. Not Henry's first choice for someone from Storybrooke but he knows it's in his grandfather's top two and she is his grandmother now even if she doesn't want him to call her that. So he quickly walked over to her. "Hey. Welcome to Ruby City."

Raven / Teen Titans

[controlledemotions]

[8-3]
[How did she end up on a train? Raven didn't remember getting on one or even have a reason to be on one. So, what is going on? Where were the others and why was her communicator replaced with a strange watch?

Standing there wasn't going to give her answers, not matter how 'helpful' the posters seemed to be so Raven started walking.

Not long after she set out, it started snowing. She paused, looked up at it for a few moments before pulling her hood down a little more.

Great. Snow. Just what she needed right now.]

[5]
[Raven floated up to the top of the clock tower to see if she could get a better view of this strange city she found herself in. Once she was at the top, she settled down.]

So this is Ruby City. I'm not impressed.

elrond half-elven | tolkien

[vaultofstars]

arrival

[ It's not just blacking out in the middle of a war. He's pretty sure that's never happened before, because that is the kind of thing that will get a warrior killed pretty damn fast. It's not just waking up on a metal ship that flies across the ground at neck-bracing speeds. It's not even standing on a platform, staring almost helplessly at posters that give the impression that they should explain everything, but don't.

It's just that, on top of the aforementioned problems, it's raining. Steady, cold water soaks into the mud-spattered cloak partially concealing his armor. Elrond shoves a lock of wet hair out of his face, looking around before making his way off the platform proper. ]

Excuse me. [ When in doubt, strike up a conversation with the first person you see. ] What province is this city located in? I need to send word to Eregion.


wildcard

[ choose your own adventure. ]

arrival

[silvergift]

[Wrapped in a cloak herself, one of his in fact, hood pulled up a little further than necessary to keep the rain from her face as she heads back to the house with tea, fruit, vegetables and fresh meat for everyone. Enough to last the week, at least until Haldir goes hunting for them again.

The voice stops her and she turns, reaching to push the hood back.]

Elrond- [She stops, voice catching.]

Eregion? Elrond, that is hardly funny. [She knows people come from different times but for the moment, that fact slips her mind.]

Sparrow / OC

[renegadehero]

5-1

Well, I sure as hell ain't in Kansas anymore.

[She mumbles that to herself, perched on the ledge of the clocktower, peering out onto the unfamiliar city in front of her. It looks like something out of an old movie or textbook. Humming to herself she rotated on the balls of her feet, her golden brown cape billowing out behind her in the cold breath. Sparrow fought down a small shiver, thankful for the under-armor underneath her suit. With a huff she pulled her goggles down around her neck, ducking a stray lock of white hair behind her eat.

Well this was a strange predicament. She ruffles the back of her hair before pulling the strange watch that she found tucked in one of her pouches after hopping off the train.

The video starts upside down, she doesn't seem to notice.]

Hey so I just got here, names Sparrow. I was hopin' someone could fill me in a bit more then those posters did. [Not that she read them fully.] I feel like I fell off that buildin' into some weird multiverse portal or somethin' like that. I mean, I didn't... Do that... Did I?

[Her eyes widen a little and she's almost bouncing. Unlike most new arrivals she seems rather excited.]

Wait, did I? Am I gonna see - like - Superman or somethin'?

[Someone help the superhero loving idiot?]

[VIDEO]

[earlybird]

The alien isn't here.

[ TWO CAN PLAY THE UPSIDE-DOWN VIDEO GAME. ]

Thankfully.

[ Superboy was insufferable. Superman would be worse. ]

Don't tell me you're a fan. He's not that great.

[ There's much better superheroes out there. See, for example: Batman.

(No, not you, Grayson. His father.) ]

Sparrow? Never heard of you. West Coast C-lister?

[ This snarky little brat. ]

1-3 Rick Grimes - TWD

[notyourgovernor]

Rick doesn't know where he is, or what happened. He'd fallen asleep in Gabriel's chapel with the others and when he'd opened his eyes - it was all gone.

Carl, Judith, Daryl - his entire family was gone.

He didn't panic. Panic got you killed. Rick simply strapped his gun on and started walking. As tempting as the smell of food was, he was more concerned with answers.

And how he got home.

BaelFire | Once Upon A Time | 4,3

[baelfyre]

Everything was a chaotic jumble in his mind. Tears mixed with the rain on his face, as he tried to process everything. Papa had broken his word. Papa had chosen magic over him. And now... now he was alone in some world he knew nothing about. The only good thing was that there was no magic here. But that, without his papa was a bitter pill. There was no going back. He tried desperately to convince himself that he didn't want to go back. He curled against the stone, huddled against the chilling rain, trying to fight the chill in his heart.

[magicsprice]

If not for the fact he'd caught sight of the small huddled form close to the Obelisk, Gold would have used magic to take him from center of the city before the rain had soaked his coat too deeply. However, the size of that form and something about the clothing caused him to refrain from that, and instead he found himself walking toward the stone, though at some point between the point where he'd exited the shop and reaching his destination he'd decided to deal with the issue of the rain and thus he held a parasol above himself and the boy upon coming to a halt before the huddled form.

It took a moment to crouch down on his heels before the form, that uncomfortable nagging sensation worse now that he had a closer view of the clothes the boy was in. It was indeed a young boy he could also tell by now. He reached out with a hand to brush soaked hair away from the boy's face and his fingers froze in mid-withdrawal as he realized abruptly why the clothes had seemed so familiar.

When he spoke, his voice was soft, almost fragile, as if he expected this to be a dream, sure that the boy's image before him would burst apart like a soap bubble upon the sound of the word being spoken.

"Bae?"

Youji Sagan | Loveless

[zeroitami]

Arrival

[He doesn't leave the train station right away, instead he waits - waits for Natsuo to show up because they don't go anywhere without the other. That's how this Zero team works. Even when they went to the school Nagisa-sensei sent them to. But the longer he waits, the more obvious it seems that he really is here alone. His Fighter isn't answering the silent call he's putting out, the thread connecting them appears to be severed.

Youji really is alone for the first time in his life. It's weird and wrong all rolled into one unpleasant feeling.

Anyone hanging around will see a twelve year old catboy looking extremely lost and kind of irritated if that flicking tail is any indication.]

I hate this!

8-3/4

[It's cold. Cold enough to see his breath and after that fight with Soubi, he's knows that he should get inside before he gets frostbite all over again. At least get a coat or something so he can stay warm but Youji doesn't feel the biting cold. He won't feel it when his fingers or ears go numb, he can't even feel the chill sinking through his skin and settling in his bones.

When it starts to snow, Youji looks up to watch the white snow drifting down from the darkened sky. He reaches out to catch one in his palm. Just like the day they met Soubi... even if Soubi was the one that made it snow. With his eyes still on the sky, it's no wonder when a collision happens with another person's body. His head snaps down, ears flick back and eyes narrow.]

Watch where you're going, baka! [Said like it wasn't at least partially his fault at all.]

[in_loveless_memory]

[Ritsuka was going to exclaim the same thing, except that he knew that bright green-teal hair, he knew those ears and that voice. His own ears perked up and his tail swished in excitement. His arms were quick to wrap around Youji as he hugged his best friend close, so happy to have a familiar and welcomed face in this place.]

YOUJI! Youji you're here! [It was his turn to hang off the other one for a bit.]

Jaenelle Angeline SaDiablo | Black Jewels by Anne Bishop - SPOILERS

[witch_child]

(OOC: If I bring in Jaenelle, I'm torn between two cannon points. So I'll be posting them both here, feel free to respond to either or both, just let me know which. I also eagerly welcome any feedback. Thank you!)

(OOC edit: Um... so I tried to put in cut tags... and... they did not work.... Still trying to fix this...
Okay, tried a white font, so highlight for the posts....)

Option 1 - The Shattered Chalice.



She fled the body. They wanted the body, they could have the body. She didn't need it! She could see all the dreams in the light from the misty place. So when she fled into the abyss and found herself on the train, she found it curious. Until she found the first shard. She held it in her hand, and it became part of her. She stepped off the train, following some vague sense that there might be shards here. The body was gone, the shell was gone, Jaenelle was gone. She was Witch.

Her body was roughly that of a 14 year old. She was... human plus, lets just say. She stood upright like a human, but her feet ended in hooves with small pale gold fetlocks. She had a small doe tail over her rear end. A stripe of soft fur down her middle. Her hands ended in sheathed claws. Her ears are slightly tapered, and from her forehead, resting above and between two bottomless sapphire eyes was a small golden spiral horn. Her hair was almost mane-like as it spilled down her back. She had found a length of sapphire cloth on the train and it was wrapped around herself like a dress. The only other thing she wore was a necklace with a set black Jewel. Witch looked around with sapphire eyes, looking for the next shard, the next piece of her shattered mind. When she found all of it... she could choose to return to the body if she wanted to... but here in the abyss... the spirit felt like the body. She felt solid here. And she didn't want the body anymore.


Option 2 - After the Cassidy books, before the short story about the next Witch.
Massive spoilers ahead. You have been warned.

Witch did not become Childru Dythane if she died young. Witch did not become Demon Dead at all. Dead was dead, and the dreams had been bound to the flesh of a shorter lived race. Jaenelle Angeline SaDiablo, Former Queen of Kaleer, Daughter of The High Lord of H***, Sister to the Warlord Prince of Ebon Rih, Wife of Daemon Sadi... was dead. She died of old age. Given the power around her, hers an that of others... there was really no other way. Daemon... she loved him, but ever since she stopper wearing the Ebony, ever since she yielded her power... He might have become a bit too over protective. Given that he was a Warlord Prince already... that was saying something.


Still, it was amazing how much being dead felt like being alive. Was this what Lucivar experienced when she healed him after he made the run? Possibly. Except she knew she was dead. Because once again her body was that of a twenty five year old. Once again she felt the Ebony resting against her chest, yet she felt the gentle purr of Twilight's dawn as well. All the Jewels that anyone had ever been gifted with, this was the power that Lorn had granted her.

She could not return home. She knew that. As a healer, as a daughter to Saetan, and as a Black Widow, she knew that the lines had to be drawn, that the dead needed to withdraw from the living so that the ones they loved could move on. And if she had gone to H*** Daemon, her dear sweet Daemon never would have.

So she did not complain about being here. It was, as near as she could tell, as good a place as any to wait until she could become a whisper in the darkness.

She settled her dress and smoothed it carefully. Black spider-silk, webby over the top of her chest, the strands ending in small chips of the Black. Long dripping webby sleeves and a long trailing webby skirt. Her Widow's weeds. Her golden hair was pinned up, held by clasps set with small chips of red. She knew this dress, this hair style, this... moment.

Kaetan. His name lodged in her throat, then she shook her head. If this was where she came when she was dead... maybe some of her friends who returned to the darkness would be here as well. And if not... well, she was here, she might as well get used to it.

That decided, she strode into town, a woman of confidence and inner fire in a way she never quite moved when she was alive. She was not a queen here. No one needed her. She could just be... Jaenelle. There was peace in that.

Option 1

[fantasykiller]

“Achoo!”

Chilly air mercilessly tickled his numbed nose as made his way to the train station. As much as he wanted to retreat back to the inviting warmth of his coffee shop, he has already committed himself to this journey. There was no sense in aborting his mission when he was already almost there. Hopefully, he won't have to wait long for any potential newcomers to arrive. He was not planning on freezing his fingers off waiting for nobody to show up.

Fortunately for Touma, it seemed like frostbite wasn't going to be a problem. The train had already arrived and dropped off its latest alternate dimensional abductee. Before him was a young girl with an unusual appearance. At one point in his life, her existence would have registered to him as something a little stronger than simply 'Irregular'. However, experience has long since made people like her unsurprising and he instead focused on far more pressing issues concerning the horned newcomer. Such as the fact she was wearing a lone strip of cloth in freezing weather.

“Here! Please put this on before you get hypothermia.”

Without even thinking, he swiftly shed his jacket and thrust it at her. It wasn't an ideal solution, but it was better than nothing.

Erik/The Phantom of the Opera | "The phantom of the opera"

[operahouseghost]

[scenario 01- The music store/ bad weather]

[Having found himself abruptly pulled from his house-- as much of one as it had been, and dropped into a city that was decidedly not his own, Erik had quickly made sure his mask was in place before he pulled his cape around his shoulders. He had wandered, finding the movement comforting enough, and escaped into the nearest shop at the first blast of cold wind trying to grab his neck. With a huff, he examined some of the instruments, murmuring in soft French. Staying to the shadows, he approached a piano stool and settled onto it.]

"Not an organ, but it can suffice." [Erik thought, turning to one of his forms of solace. Flexing his fingers, he began to play the first song he could think of. It didn't sound the same coming from a piano vs an organ, but it would work.]

[Scenario 2-- City streets, hungry.]

[He was usually good at ignoring hunger signals. It was an unfortunate byproduct of how he had been raised, but apparent to the upheaval of everything, even Erik couldn't manage that for very long. With his stomach growling, he sighed and braced against the wind as he looked for any sort of place to find food. The notices had said something about there being no money. So what few coins he had in his satin purse would enjoy their warm house a bit longer. Approaching the nearest building, he rested against it for a moment to collect his thoughts.]

EEEEEEEEEE

[cursedtosleep]

[Gifted with song, Aurora had an ear for music, and a natural inclination towards it. So when she heard the music as she passed by one of the shops, she paused for a breath to listen.

It took her only another breath to follow the music. She watched the man at the piano and how his hands glided across the keys effortlessly. The princess stood entranced as she heard the music, having heard nothing like it before. It was several minutes later when it seemed the song ended and she suddenly smiled.]

That was absolutely beautiful!

Feferi Peixes | Homestuck

[fishingforpuns]

Entry

[There's a short grey person staring at everything in the train station with interest. Which is a little odd, and maybe a little creepy, because her eyes are flat blank white. She's still apparently seeing it, though, because she's examining it all. Even the actual building, because it's not built like anything Feferi recognises from back home. If this is a dream bubble, it's very clearly not one of hers. Or anyone's from Alternia, more than likely.

...But there's no-one around, and she doesn't know most of the humans' names, and it is starting to get a little odd. There's always someone in a dream bubble. There's a lot of them dead, for a start.

She shouts, in a friendly interest tone.]

HELLO! Is anyone here?

[...There's also a gaping pink-edged hole in her top, but no reason for it to be there.]

Beach

[Where else is a sea-dwelling troll going to end up? Obviously disappointed, because this definitely isn't her beach, but there's water. And regardless of the cold, she's knee-deep in it, looking further out. But there's no signs of movement out there, and she can't even hear the ghost-echoes of her dead lusus. It's not often Feferi lets herself be less than cheerful, but just this once she's going to let herself be a little sad.

...She's also pretty sure someone's behind her, on the beach, and they have been there for a while. And she doesn't much like being followed, not at all. She turns round swiftly, double-ended trident falling into her hand from hammer-space, a full mouthful of shark's teeth bared.]

WHO'S THERE?

Entry

[scholarship]

[Orma steps around the other side of the building in response to her voice, tilting his head slightly. He returns her interested stare. He doesn't look friendly, but he doesn't look unfriendly, either.

He's never seen a person like this before, so he's curious, not finding her creepy in the least.]

I am here. And you are?

Ventus | Kingdom Hearts: Birth By Sleep | 1-1

[glidingheart]

I'm asking you, as a friend...Just...put an end to me.

[It was the last thing Ventus could remember saying, then he woke up on a train as it jolted. Now he's standing on a train station looking around and wondering where he was. It wasn't familiar.]

Terra? Aqua?

[The posters told him he was in Ruby City. It wasn't a world he knew of but what he did he know? His memory wasn't what it used to be after all.]

Is this...Did they do it?

[asapphireheart]

[She's used to sensing Aurora's heart, the pure light of it, so Ven's doesn't immediately register in her conscious mind. It sort of slowly eases forward until the sense of him is right at the front of her attention.

She reaches quickly and grabs her watch, flicking it open and searching recent broadcasts, settling on just sending one herself as she grabs her boots and makes her way out of her apartment.]

Ventus?

Haruhi Fujioka | Ouran High School Host Club

[missgendered]

[OOC: If you happen to be canonblind, Haruhi is a female student who has to pretend to be male in order to pay off a large debt to a student club, the Host Club. While she personally doesn't hide that she's a girl outside of school and like most things is pretty apathetic about hiding her gender, she physically appears to be a slightly effeminate boy, especially when in her school uniform. As a result, unless your character is pretty perceptive, she'll probably come off as male.]

[8-1]

[Arriving by train in an unfamiliar location probably should have bewilder Haruhi more than it does, but given the number of times in the past year that the Host Club has grabbed her for impromptu trips to god know where, she's come to take it with the same laissez-faire (read: apathetic) attitude she takes with most of Tamaki-sempai and company's antics. Sure, she's stuck in a location with no means of getting home, but she's pretty self-sufficient so it's not much of a bother to her.

For now she's taking to just walking around the city, looking at the shop fronts and maybe a place to grab a bite to eat. She a second she glances up at the large clocktower, tucking a spare hair behind her ear.]

Huh, so this is Ruby City..? With the clock tower it look a little like Ouran...

[6-2]

[Oh look who's all nice and content now that she's found a decent bite to eat and some warm drinks. Still not remotely concerned by her situation, she's taken to fiddling with her watch, running her fingers along the sides and munching on a bit of coffeecake.]

So it's just a pocket watch...? But then it acts like a phone, huh.

[She gives the watch one of her natural smiles, realizing she's turned it on.]

Oh sorry, my name is Haruhi Fujioka. I've been meaning to ask, how often do the trains come? I tried to find a time table in the station but I couldn't seem to find one.

video;

[underdug]

[ Giving a low whine as he talks into the watch, attached to his collar so it only shows glimpses of the speaker-- mostly as random views of yellow fur or a big black nose. ]

But why would you want to get back on the train? It is so loud! And takes you to scary places like this.

aegnor | tolkien legendarium

[fellfire]

beach

After the fanfare of arrival, after realizing he'd been torn from the quiet peace of Namo's Halls to a world that also does not house Andreth, the youngest of Finarfin's sons takes a walk. It's a meandering walk, through the city, across the bridge and back, until he eventually finds himself walking along the shoreline. While the beach is not the same that cradled four rambunctious boys and one stubborn girl, the smell of the ocean and the feel of sand beneath his feet conjure forth enough good memories to temper the fire of his wrath.

Oh Aegnor, the Sharp Flame of House Arafinwe, is still furious. He's just not going to take the head off anyone who bothers him now. So go ahead. Introduce yourself to the seven foot, gorgeous, golden-haired elf. Especially if you know his little sister: Galadriel.


coffee shop

But there are so many items. How does one make a choice?

[ Aegnor is holding up the line at one of Ruby City's busier cafes. He doesn't mean to, of course, it's just that he's never tasted the beverage before.

Elves drink others things, like tea.

So he's having a difficult time figuring out what to try first.

Maybe some nice soul can help him out. ]

[songofstaying]

Finrod stands just beyond the edge of the surf. The Eldar might be hardier to cold than mortals, but that doesn't mean he prefers to stand with his feet in frigid water. And with a cloak wrapped around his shoulders, he doesn't really complete the picture of childhood memories. Not quite.

He looks up when he senses another's presence.

Padme Amidala | Star Wars

[thunderousapplause]

8-1

[By now, Padme's figured out that if she's on Coruscant at all, it's not a part of the main sprawling city she's familiar with - and she's traveled all around it on Senate business. She's not certain even what sector she could be in - she can remember relaxing in her apartment after a rather shocking spy mission to Cato Nemoidia. She doesn't even remember getting on the train that brought her here - though due to her status and her owning her own skiff, she had grown rather accustomed to not using the public transport of Coruscant. She'd tried to use her watch - which seemed to work a bit like a holopad - to contact fellow Senate members, even Anakin, but it was to no avail.

Had she been taken hostage? That was always an option at this point, so she puts her guard up a little bit. Nonetheless, she does seem a bit perplexed, even frustrated, as she makes her way through the streets, hoping to come across a familiar face. It's strange for her to be on her own - between handmaidens as a queen and C-3PO at her apartment, she was hardly ever without company.]

[cheshire_smile]

[If there was one thing being in the military for over a decade - outside of plain old surviving - it was how to spot a politician a mile away.

And that woman with the strange hairdo was most likely a politician of some sort. There's a brief moment he hopes that she might be a politician from this city, someone he could talk to about getting back to the Radiance. That hope is dashed when he realizes that her expression is a familiar one. He's been wearing the same one since getting of the train.

With a small sigh he slips his hands into his white uniform pants heading over to her. There's a nagging voice that says he should do up his jacket, to stand in proper uniform but... Well she was no politician of his.]

Ma'am? You lost too?

Verity Willis // Marvel Comics 616 \\ OTA

[braveheartverity]

[1-3]
Verity could see through any lie someone told her, be it a general lie or an illusion, so as she stood outside in the street, realizing she was suddenly not in New York, she started to look for something that was lying to her. Holding her head she glanced around, dyed purple hair swaying as she turned fast. This can't be real.

She had stepped off a train as if it were simply the subway. Walked away from the station and stopped dead in the middle of a street as she realized everything was wrong. Not only that, but it was freezing cold. It hadn't been snowing in the city before she left, had it? "Holy shit..." She gasped, wrapping her arms around herself and wishing she had her large puffy coat instead of a simple long sleeved shirt and a vest. Thank Someone out there that she wore jeans today.

"This is so not New York..." she huffed, her breath cold before her. Jumping up and down a few times she stomped her boots, turned in a circle and huffed again. "Damn..."

[5-6]

So this was Ruby City. She had learned a bit by now about the place and was trying to get a good look around. What better place to go then the old looking Clock Tower. At first she decided, once she got there, that it was a bad idea. Those are some narrow ass steps. But this would give her a good view of the city, right? Right.

So up she went, used to hauling up steps because of living in a New York City apartment building and taking the steps often. But by time she got to the top she was tired enough that the rest up here would be welcome.

"What have you got yourself into, girl?" She said to herself, hearing her voice bounce off walls. She moved around, exploring, finding a place she could look out into the city. it was wintry looking, and cold up here, but it gave her the view she needed.

There was no way this was a normal city. It looked run down and broken. Old. She could feel the grumbling in her belly. She hadn't eaten since she got here, but it didn't seem like a problem until now. "Hang in there girl..." She told herself, hands pressed to the glass as she looked out into the world. Her eyes closed as she tipped her head into the glass, letting out a deep breath. It felt nice up here, but wrong all the same.

"I don't know if I can do this..."

[Or roll and start your own.]

Re: Verity Willis // Marvel Comics 616 \\ OTA

[kaylinneya]

5-6

Kaylin loved flying, falling, however, she was not so fond of. The stairs didn't bother her, but she had been hesitant to climb. Some cruel trick of nature denied her wings.

She had been looking around, trying to get her bearings when she heard someone else talking. She drew a dagger, silently, thanking the enchantment, and the enchanter, that it made no noise. One of the few bits of magic that didn't set her teeth on edge. Then again, his never did. Elemental seemed to be different. Before she could respond, however, or decide what else to do, she heard the other person's stomach rumbling. Embarrassingly, hers replied in kind.

The dragon around her shoulders took that as an invitation to chew on her hair.

Perfect.