rubycity_ooc | February 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:

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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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. ]

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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. ]

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[ got another idea? toss it here. ]

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

Curvo?

[ There's an equally long silence on the other end. Then Curufin lets out his breath, opting to believe this isn't a trick. ]

Kano.

[ A muffled sob before Maglor masters himself ]

Where... are you? [ Can I come and see you? Am I dreaming? ]

[ Well. That's new. ]

In town, here and there. Why?

I am coming. Tell me where.

[ Nooooooooot answering that on the network because it will end in screaming rage ]

[ to be frank, he remembers very little of his first days here. he knows that this is neither the halls nor valinor, he's been told that he arrived by 'train'--which he's come to realize means a thunderous contraption that moves at great speed--and he knows.. that he'd died. he's certain of that. he's already had the panic attack (several, actually) about it, and about the days (weeks, months? longer? one loses track of time in sauron's gracious care.) leading up to it. he's still in a great deal of pain, of course. the physicians and healers had done their best with what was left of him, and that's more than he might have expected, given what was done to him.

he's heard that there are others here-- family, even. he hasn't contacted them, though, at least in part out of shame. instead, the moment he'd been able to leave, he'd done so, dressing in donated clothing, leaning heavily on a cane. his attending healer had been against it, but.. celebrimbor'd had enough of prisons, no matter how caring his jailers.

it's a barely recognizable figure, then, that limps into view of the cafe. hair shorn and barely curling beneath the lobes of his ears, bandages around most of his visible skin, and clearly missing two fingers from his left hand and one from the right, he's clearly been through hell. and if the physical signs weren't enough, well, probably the way he flinches at loud noises and shies away from contact is telling all on its own.

he freezes on the sidewalk when he notes a familiar figure, though, visible eye--the other hidden beneath bandages--widening in stunned disbelief. it's not possible. ]

You-- [ his voice trembles, and he looks a moment from crumpling on the spot. ] .. Atar..?

[ Curufin has been in town less than one day. Just long enough to learn the basic layout of the city; where the hot spots are, what residents might be counted on to lend a hand, which areas to steer clear of for now. The important things. He has yet to find himself a place to stay, and, frankly, will sleep in a tree if that is deemed necessary.

For now, though, the former prince is content to collect information and people watch. Until the people he's watching transform into those near and dear to him. Which, truthfully, number very few these days. His brothers. His parents. His son.

The drink is abandoned without a second thought, his powerful frame weaving out of the shop before even consciously making the decision. His son, his son, his son is here and oh how that both terrifies and elates Curufin. The Noldor reaches out, unmindful if Celebrimbor even wants to be touched, a palm settling with a surprising amount of tenderness against the smith's shoulder. ]

My son.

[ he flinches at the touch, maimed hand tightening around his cane, expression somewhere between stunned and afraid and ashamed and--beneath all of those--grateful. he'd never agreed with the kinslayings, never agreed with his father's actions, but in the end.. he's still his father. and it had been one of the hardest things in the world, cutting ties with him, with all of that part of his family.

and now here they are, and celebrimbor is.. a shade of himself. he takes a shuddering breath, the sound rattling in his chest. ]

I did not-- Have you.. been here long? [ his voice is a hoarse rasp, as if his throat is flayed. sauron had left little of him uninjured in the end. (he'll certainly never sing again.) ] Your armor..

February Test Drive!

Curufin | Tolkien

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