rubycity_ooc | February Test Drive!

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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!

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[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...

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[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.]

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[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.]

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!?

[His head whips around at the voice, eyes just as wide though no as scared. He's relieved if anything to see a familiar face even though his chest clenches. Last time he had seen Party had been across a sea of white masked enemies when Korse-

He pushes that thought - that image - away.]

Shit, Party P? That you?

Well it ain't the fuckin' Witch, pretty-boy.

[He sounds breathless. His chest feels tight-- it hurts, fuck, what's going on--

One hand goes up into his hair, gripping at it.]

Shit-- shit... Where is she? An'-- Fuck-- Where's my brother? Where's Kid?

[Normally Ghoul would crack a joke, but now isn't the time.]

Jet's got her, last I saw he was gettin' the Girl out to the car. They're both safe.

[He doesn't want to answer the second question, but he knows Party will keep asking.]

Kid, they got 'im... After you went down.

[He feels his throat close up.]

Y'r lyin'.

[Then his hand is clenching tight into the front of Fun Ghoul's jacket, he's yanking the other man towards himself, almost lifting him up from the ground.]

Don' tell me that shit, G, don't fuckin' tell me lies, tell me the fuckin' truth.

[A yelp escapes him as he's yanked forward, his hand moving to hold onto Party's wrist.]

When the hell have I ever lied to you?

[Minus a few white lies, but never something serious like this. Fun Ghoul can't help but be a little offended by the fact Party thinks he would lie about this but...

But he understands why. It's Kid, after all.

He holds onto the other man's wrist, looking him dead in the eye.]

He got himself ghosted. I guess he saw Korse take you out and went after him.

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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."

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[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.

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Shut up, you shut your fuckin' lyin' mouth, Fun Ghoul.

[But he lets him go - drops him - pacing away and kicking a flimsy wooden box along the length of the station platform. Fun Ghoul wouldn't lie, not about this, not--

Fun Ghoul is his best friend. He wouldn't lie about this, but Party doesn't want to think that they failed. He pushes both hands up into his hair, exhales slowly, then pulls in a deep breath through his nose.]

A'ight. No more guessin'. We gotta find where we are.

[When he's dropped he moves to smooth out his shirt, if only for something to do. He watches Party take out some anger on a innocent wooden box, keeping his mouth shut as requested.

At least for a moment. He looks around, his hands slipping into his back pocket.]

Well, if those signs are anythin' to go by, someplace called Ruby City. [He inclines his head towards said signs.] Never heard of it before.

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[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.

*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.

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.

Sounds like someone needs a new toybox.

[She sighs softly, well until she finds out what is really going on...]

So Mister, can you tell me where I can find a place to stay while I'm stuck here? A cute little girl like me shouldn't be out alone at night.

[Even if said little girl was much older than she seems.]

_{[Right down to business, huh? He can get behind that. He doesn't know her, but he's glad she didn't do like him and just decide I Am A Hobo Now right off the bat.]}

Anywhere that doesn't already have somebody living in it. No rent, no bills. No television.

No television? How am I supposed to watch my shows?

[Interesting.]

Trust me, you won't need a TV here. Enough crap happens right outside your window. Monsters, fires, civil war, that kind of thing.

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.

[ 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..?

[ A muffled sob before Maglor masters himself ]

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

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. ]

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[ choose your own adventure ]

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February Test Drive!

Tyler "Tai" Warrens / Original Character

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

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Satine | Moulin Rouge!

Little Washu | Tenchi Muyo

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Lady | Devil May Cry

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Curufin | Tolkien

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earendil | tolkien