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

[magicsprice]

"Oh, Bae." He'd wanted the privacy to conjure clothing for his son and he'd wanted Bae in dry clothing before he'd begun his confession. Yet, to get those things he'd have to convince his son that there was no danger of his vanishing from this place, which was impossible to do truthfully.Especially when the city could send either of them away within a heartbeat with no warning or explanation.

"Very well, you can follow me upstairs to one of the guest bedrooms." He would just have to improvise, perhaps he could use the room's closet to hide the fact he was conjuring the clothes. Fortunately one of the bedroom's closet was being used to store boxes that held future stock for his shop.

Once he had his son warm and dry, they could have their talk while his son ate.

[baelfyre]

He nodded and reclaimed his father's hand tightly. "Alright, Papa," he said softly, clinging to that hand, clinging to his father, afraid of being ripped apart again. The Magic... the potential of the magic...it scared him. Down to the bone.

He swallowed hard as he clung to his papa, waiting for him to walk, for them to go and find dry clothing. He blinked. "You need dry clothing too, papa," he said softly. If he'd only been a year without his magic, he might have forgotten how to take care of himself...

That was okay. They would take care of each other.

[magicsprice]

A small smile came briefly to his lips at the statement. "I know. I'll change once we have you taken care of." Never mind the fact that he could have himself dry in seconds with a snap of fingers and a little magic, but he would need to further throttle back his usage of it more now since his son was here.

Use it solely for necessities and when possible out of his son's sight.

He led him up stairs, and down the hall to the room he had in mind. "You wait beside the bed here. I'll see what clothes I can find in the closet here."

[baelfyre]

He nodded, standing by the bed. Not a pallet of straw but... some thing of wood and softness that smelled clean and interesting. Bae wanted to look at it, wanted to look around the whole room... but he didn't dare. He wasn't taking his eyes off his father. Not for one moment. If another portal opened under one of them, they were going together. He had already cost his father this year apart, he was not going to let him suffer any more. Not when the magic was his fault in the first place; not when he was the one who made his father give it up.

[magicsprice]

He had to admit, it was hard to finally leave Bae behind, to turn away from him in order to cross to the closet and open one of its door's. The fear that once he had the clothes and turned back around to see nothing and no one was a very valid and real thing. He didn't let it overwhelm or control him though. Not now and hopefully never again when it came to his family.

It was a work of minutes, though he stretched it out and made it seem as if he was actually searching the boxes before he finally left the closet with the clothes, held in one arm. A pair of shoes held in the other. Hopefully his memory of the sizes needed were still what he thought they were.

"Here we are. I've found one outfit for you for now. We'll see about getting a few more later." he said as he laid the clothes down on the bed, the shoes set down beside them.

"Let's get you out of these wet things for now, hm?"

[baelfyre]

He nodded a small bit and started climbing out of his wet clothes. Any modesty he might have gained as he grew up that might have made him embarrassed to change in front of his father was weaker than the fear that he would vanish.

He finally got the last of it off, the clothing had been plastered to him by rain and mud, making it more of a task than it should have been. He stood there shivering and reached for the clothes, then hesitated. Um... what? He glanced at his father a bit confused. he glanced back at the clothes again and poked experimentally at the zipper...

[magicsprice]

"I'll help you with them." He picked clothes based on Henry's own tastes to a degree, thus his decision to give his son a pair of jeans. He helped his son first with the underwear briefs and then reached to pick up the pants. He undid the zipper and proceeded to help his son into them, pulling the zipper up and finishing it off by doing the button. "These are called jeans, they're pants made out of a tougher material than linen.

He picked the sweater up and held it out toward Bae. "Do you want to put the sweater on yourself, or shall I help you with it?"

[truestsweeper]

Once Henry had also kicked off his shoes, he grabbed Bae's hand again and proceeded to drag him up the stairs to his bedroom. He'd clean up any mess later or ask Gold to do it magically. Either worked in Henry's opinion. Magic did have some uses after all.

Entering the master bedroom, Henry looked Bae up and down before nodding to himself. "Yeah, you're about my size. This stuff should fit you." And he had to let go of Bae again to sort through his drawers and closet, picking out some pants, shirt and jacket for the boy to wear. "You can go change in the bathroom if you want." He pointed to the adjoining bathroom before sorting out a pair of shoes Bae could also borrow. "Just yell if you need a hand?"

[baelfyre]

"Did you make all of this?" he asked, somewhat awed at the different textures. He pulled on the sweater than ran his hands over the pants legs. "What sort of sheep gives wool such as this, papa, and how is it woven so tightly?"

Speaking of tightly...

How.... did anyone wear these things? He was a little afraid to sit. This was all so... so odd. But... there were more important concerns. "Now you, papa," he said firmly.

[baelfyre]

He shrugged and took the clothing and headed into the bathroom. That was when the weirdness of this place hit him and he opened the door again. "I... am confused..." he finally admitted. Now he took a look at the room that Henry was in. "Is this some weird sort of castle?" he asked. Not that he was overly impressed with castles.

Wood burned.

[magicsprice]

"It's not made of wool, but cotton." He replied to the question, choosing to sidestep the first one. The honest answer was yes after all, just not in the manner that his son meant it.

A small somewhat amused smile came to his lips at the firm words. "Let's head to my room then, so I can get changed." He led him from the guest room toward his own bedroom.

[truestsweeper]

"Not at all." Henry smiled, almost amused. "I'll explain what I can once I know you're not going to get ill from being cold and wet, okay?" It was so surreal to Henry, seeing his father at almost the same age as he was. But it was nice too. He'd missed his dad, not even remembering him when he lost him. So this was something he'd cherish while they were here in the city together.

Then a thought struck him. "Or are you confused with the clothes themselves?" Henry had picked out some easy ones, or he thought they were easy, but they were still very different to what Bae was used to.

Replying from iPad, appologies for brevity/errors

[baelfyre]

Bae nodded and recaptured his father's hand, walking with him. "Cotton papa? Have we ever tried to spin that?" He tried to remember, but couldn't; most of his memories of spinning time were more about his father and less about the work. Well, that and the few dim memories from when he was really young and he and his mother would sit together, watching Rumplestiltskin spin until eyes heavy, Bae would fall asleep.

He missed the peace he found, watching his father spin, just basic spinning and carding of wool. Small little every day things that he had never appreciated as much as he should have, as much as he did after the dagger made them less..... "Maybe I should learn more, help more," he said.

Replying from iPad, appologies for brevity/errors

[baelfyre]

"That too," he admitted looking at the odd fastenings, mostly at the zipper on the jeans. "This is the oddest wool I have ever handled," he admitted. He looked around the room again, steeling himself. Whatever this boy wanted... So far other than knowing Bae's name and claiming to know his father... Other than that he had so far been playing it streight, as far as Bae could tell.

The house, this odd hut-castle... It was odd.... But he didn't see any of his father in it. No spinning wheel as of yet, nothing that looked like anything his father would have liked. So maybe the name thing... Okay, maybe he couldn't explain the name thing, but maybe... Maybe the fther comment is what passed for a greetig in this odd place. Im a world without magic... Any number of things could be odd. Best to learn things, he supposed, sooner rather than later. And it would be nice to have a friend, to finally have a friend again...

Replying when tired so same lol

[truestsweeper]

"That's because it's not wool. It's cotton." Henry did his best not to look amused as he turned back to his wardrobe. Grabbing a pair of tracksuit bottoms, aka no zips, he handed those to Bae instead. "They might be easier for you." Hopefully the button on the t-shirt wouldn't cause too much trouble.

"Don't worry about it. There's a lot of different things here compared to where you've come from. Just get dry and then I can explain everything." How many times would he have to say that? Get dry first, Dad!

Re: Replying when tired so same lol

[baelfyre]

"Al...alright..." he said. He took the other pants and went back into the room. He got himself dressed though the tiny round button was smaller than he was used to. The track suit pants were certainly easier, but he had no clue what to do with the draw string. Finally he tied each side into it's own knot.

Finally he came out, drying his hair with his old shirt after wringing it out on the floor. "This place is so... odd. What is it called?" he asked, looking around.

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.

Re: Option 1

[witch_child]

She blinked, her head tilting to one side. She studied him with eyes of the deepest sapphire. There was a darkness there, if the eyes were windows to the soul, she didn't seem to have one, but whatever was there was terrifying.

She studied the jacket oddly then finally pulled it on. she caught the cuff of the sleeve on a claw and frowned at it, like she had never seen claws, or cuffs before. Finally she pulled it free with a small tear, and then carefully pulled the bit of cloth out of her claw and retracted it.

"Where?" she asked him in a voice that was a chilling blend of little kid and dark ageless powerhouse.

[fantasykiller]

His eyes briefly locked onto hers before involuntarily shifting elsewhere. Something about her eyes gave him a familiar empty feeling. It reminded him of the very first time he was torn from his world. His body shivered and he mentally convinced himself that the cause was his missing jacket.

He cringed as he watched her struggle to put on his jacket and accidentally tear it with her claws. In hindsight, he really should have seen that coming. The teenager could only sigh as she plucked pieces of his poor jacket out of her claws.

“This is Ruby City. To put it bluntly, you're currently in an alternate world.”

[witch_child]

Those dark sapphire empty eyes looked at him again. Like she was trying to figure something out. Then she pounced forward and grabbed like she was picking something up from the ground near his foot. She held what ever it was like it was small, terribly terribly small and precious. And it had to be small, if it was something real, because just from the slight curl of pale fingers and slender claws it was hidden from sight. She stared at her palm, at the thing for a moment.

Then she looked up at him. "You are cold," she said, in her creepy voice. She took off the jacket and noticed the ripped sleeve. She frowned at it and cupped her hand around the ripped section, closing her eyes. When she opened her eyes and removed her hand, there was silk thread - glossy, black, fine - in a neat patch closing the rip. It looked decorative.

She then moved, fawn swift and agile, and lay the jacket over his shoulders. It felt warmer than it had when he had worn it before. A small warming spell.

The chalice was shattered, but the inner web was intact. She was shattered, not broken, all her craft, all her dark glory was still there. Just the mind behind it was no longer in proper working order.

She tilted her head at him, like a small animal or a small child looking for approval for having done a trick.

[in_loveless_memory]

[He knows how much Youji sucks at talking to strangers so it was honestly just as well that he hadn't. At the mention of Soubi, his ears drooped and he looked away. What did it matter if Soubi was here? Soubi made his choice... and it wasn't him. His shoulders sank. Just thinking about the cemetery...]

It doesn't matter if Soubi's here or not... [He mumbled.]

[zeroitami]

[Youji sucks talking to everyone...it's just that Ritsuka and Soubi (and Kio) put up with it. He flops into a warm, comfy chair - one where there's plenty of space for both of them to squeeze in there together. The teal-haired boy even leaves enough room if the other decides to sit. Then he proceeds to put his chin in hand, almost forgetting about the gloves Ritsuka put on him earlier.]

Are you giving up on him then?

[in_loveless_memory]

[He flops down beside Youji and curls up next to him. Only Youji and Natsuo have been beside him through all this nonsense. Soubi left. Soubi picked and it wasn't him. His ears drooped and he wiped at irritated, dry eyes.

He looks away.]

I don't know... [He whispered.] He gave up on me though.

[zeroitami]

[Like they would give up on Ritsuka and go with Seimei. That would never happen in a million years. But it's different with Soubi - he had a history and who all knew what that might have involved. No matter how much they all might say that Soubi is Ritsuka's fighter, it isn't his name carved into his flesh.

He hums quietly.] Did he want to or did Seimei make him?

[in_loveless_memory]

... He picked his Sacrifice... I even ordered him... [Something he never does.] I don't want to talk about, Youji.