March 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 event tag!
10. CHOOSE YOUR OWN - Don't like any of these ideas? Feel free to come up with your own!

Comments

Dick Gumshoe | Ace Attorney (Post-AAI 1)

[paybent]

[Bad weather, you say? Well, it looks like some spring showers have decided to come early, and while Gumshoe is trying to find his way through the city streets.

So this scruffy detective can be found walking down the sidewalk and getting drenched in the rain. He may be wearing a worn down old trenchcoat, but he keeps it open and there's nothing covering his head. Still, he doesn't seem to have any problems with the situation. He's striding casually and smiling brightly as if getting downpoured on is welcome in some way.]

It's not so bad... almost like a free shower! [He chuckles quietly to himself.]

SCREAMING

[frilliance]

....Detective, have you ever heard of an umbrella?

[And here is your boss, standing under his own umbrella in the rain, with a huge frown on his face. You know, you are going to catch a cold if you don't cover your head somehow, Gumshoe. Mr. Edgeworth is totally worried about you ok? But don't tell anyone!]

...Teddy Altman | Marvel 616

[notasaviour]

6-1) [He still wasn't very sure what was going on, but at least coffee shops never change much. It's just familiar enough that at least he can relax a little and try to make sense of it all. This city is... well, it's not as creepy as some of the ones he'd seen on recent travels, but that's not saying much. And how did he get the watch he's staring at over his cup of coffee?]

I thought I was done with finding myself in other worlds.

[His tone of voice is resigned, though. He's done this before, after all. And besides, it does look like they need help around here.]

[OOC: Or 2) open to other suggestions!]

Scream! Hello there

[slashupontheinternet]

Ow!

[Loki winced and stuck a finger in his mouth. One of his wards had just been set off, which meant someone he knew had arrived at the train station. That could potentially be good, or it could be really, really bad.

He spoke a short Norse phrase, then paused, pulled his finger out of his mouth, and did it again. This time, he teleported to the train station, pulled his invisibility coat around him, and settled on a tree limb to watch.

When he identified Teddy, he dropped to the ground and became visible again]

Hello Hulkling.

Verity Willis // Marvel Comics 616 \\ OTA

[braveheartverity]

[1-4]
Getting off a train she didn't remember getting, Verity couldn't help but be hit by a wall of sudden cold. It had not been snowing in New York before, but where ever she was, it was freezing now. Snow falling she turned to get back on the train and found she couldn't. Okay... that was strange.

After a few minutes she took in the signs. Ruby City. Pocket watch for help. She found the watch in her pocket but shoved it back in and kept her hand there because it was way too cold to deal with. More signs gave her land marks, but so far none of this sounded like anywhere she knew. "Oooo it's so damn cold!" She said to no one, stomping her feet and moving a bit to warm up.

She started out into the street, looking around but also moving to keep warm. Verity was used to New York winters, so it wasn't a bad thing, she just didn't have anything more than a long sleeve shirt, vest, jeans and boots to deal with this. For a moment she wondered if this were Loki's fault. Some blasted trick that put her somewhere she wasn't meant to be, but she hadn't seen him in a while.

Making her way through town she found a large and ominous obelisk in the center of a round area. Standing there she looked up at it and almost glared. Nothing about this city was right! Buildings were old and falling apart and it all seemed out of place. If it were an illusion or not real she would see right through that, so what was it all?

"I'm going mad."

-----
[Or roll and start your own.]

Oh my god my life is so good today

[slashupontheinternet]

Did someone think Loki's name? Well, clearly that was why he had just appeared down the street from Verity and was walking rapidly towards her. Or it could be because he had set a number of wards on the train station to alert him if anyone he knew well appeared in the city.

He was wearing quite a different outfit than she would have ever seen him in, dressed in red and gold, with Mjolnir clutched in his hand and resting on his shoulder as he walked.

"Verity!" He raised his free hand in greeting.

Tommy Shepherd | Marvel 616

[quickestsilver]

(3-4)

How many times was he going to blink his eyes and suddenly be somewhere else this month? Sadly, this sudden translocation hadn't been initiated by a kiss like his last one had. There was also no one else around who he recognized. At least, there was a map and some kind of diagram about using the weird watch he suddenly found on his person.

Okay, no need to panic... yet. He just needed a plan. Maybe he could find someone he knew, or at least someone who could explain to him what was going on. He studied the map for a moment, committing it to memory, and then took off. In under five seconds he'd been to and briefly searched all the places listed on the map. He'd had no luck in spotting anyone he recognized, but he had caught a whiff of something that smelled amazing. His stomach rumbled in protest, and it didn't seem like it was going ot give up anytime soon; obviously, his searching could wait until after he'd begged some food off someone.

Peering around for the source of, what he was pretty sure was, some kind of beef cooking, he nearly walked into someone, jumping to the side just in time to avoid a collision.

"Oops, sorry... hey, where do we order?" He asked without taking a break from his search for food. Desperate times called for desperate measures; his plan was to order, snag his food, and run. He didn't really have any other options, it wasn't like he had any money on him and he doubted this place would be willing to just hand out burgers.

[Or roll something else!]

[noassgardian]

"Tommy?" He hadn't seen anyone he really knew, not since Loki. Well, there were familiar faces around here, but they just weren't... ones that knew him really and so he hadn't approached yet. He would soon.

Soon.

Right now, the more urgent matter seemed to be his twin that had suddenly popped up. "Did you just get here?"

He had to, right? How else would Billy have missed him... the realization of which has him giving a slightly exasperated noise.

"Tell me the first thing you're worrying about ism't food."

Fëanor | Tolkien

[burnstoohot]

1-1
It was a rare moment of semi-peace, if not a moment of quiet between battles and hunts that led to the Noldo king stepping off the train. Fëanor frowned at the abrupt change in scenery and spun on a heel to watch as the mechanical monster pulled away, leaving him behind with many questions. Alone in a sea of unfamiliar faces, as opposed to faces well known. Armored and armed, an impatient hand brushed back a lock of dark hair, tucking it behind a pointed ear as he turned back around. Slower than the wary spin from before.

Signs that nearly jumped at him caught his eye long enough to be read as he stepped away from where he'd landed, but he ignored them just as swiftly as he'd learned their messages. Not a writing he'd made, but it displayed a level of intelligence and technology. Along with whatever it was that had brought him to 'Ruby City'.

The tall, handsome elf set out to explore, steps confident and certain in stride, he wouldn't let anything stop him from learning all there was to learn. Nothing would keep him from finding a way back to where he belonged, either. This was no official exile that he'd acknowledge.

6-3.
Fëanor couldn't care less about the snow that had started coming down while he was out, but that didn't mean the lure of a warm meal while he poked at the watch he'd found on his person wasn't welcome. A flash of a smile, barely real but taken as such by the servant at the 'cafe' had him shown to a table and a cup of dark, steaming liquid was placed in front of him. Back to the wall, he set the watch on the table beside the cup and pulled out some small tools he'd gotten his hands on.

Then set to work learning all the workings of the device, memory telling him what would go where when he was ready to put it back together. For the moment, his cloak would dry and be of more use later. He could work in peace and quiet. And he had a flat, stable surface that was fairly clean.

Wildcard! [Make your own adventure! He could be wandering the beaches, the forests, or the streets, poking his nose into everything.]

1

[bythewaves]

Maglor slips out of the house to sit on the bench and watch the train come in often, idly picking tunes on his harp. But ah, that light, that song. The harp slips from suddenly nerveless fingers and he starts to his feet with a soft gasp.

"Atarinya?"

Is he dreaming?

Elros | Tolkien

[mortalhalf]

2-1
Of course the first place he went was the beach. To the sea. Any member of the Eldar would go there, be them half or full. Any child of Eärendil the Mariner wouldn't have any other real choice, the sea was in their blood. The half elf had left his boots behind at the spot he'd set foot on sand first. Out of the way, yes, but still off. The water brought memory, recent and far, but walking had always helped settle his mind.

Elros only knew what he'd read, and what his keen ears had overheard along his wanderings. That was alright, aside from the fact there was no clear way home. 'People come and go, we don't know how or why.' Not reassuring. 'It's a game to them.'

No. He wouldn't be toyed with. The Valar were one thing, but even then he would tread cautiously until he knew his welcome. But they weren't here, were they? He'd even grown up with Maglor and Maedhros, fighting and arguing all the while. Getting Elrond into trouble right along with him, then right back out of it. But not these nameless people he'd seen nothing of, though he'd heard some appeared and spoke to those trapped here.

Wildcard [Make something up and we'll run with it.]

[vaultofstars]

No, any child with the blood of Eärendil, or even Tuor the Blessed, has any real hope of evading the call of the ocean. Even Elrond, who comes every few days just for the peace of mind that listening to the gulls affords him. Some days are better than others. Some days he wants to drop-kick the rulers of this world for their ideas of entertainment. Of bringing people in to treat like toys, tossed away when no longer wanted.

He comes from the opposite direction, feet equally bare, dressed in a plain tunic and breeches; armed as always. Elros may well recognize the blade - Hadhafang, once belonging to their grandmother. Of course, Elros may be too distracted to notice right away, as he's suddenly tackled from the side down onto the sand.

There'll be an unrepentant man sprawled right next to him, with his face, looking both astonished and hopeful at the same time.

"You have but a few seconds to explain why you wear that face, or ... if you are ..."

If Elros is really Elros.

hans / frozen

[admirably]

[ this is certainly not where hans thought he was going to end up after his voyage home, but all things considered, he could be much worse off. could be. he's gathered that trying to leave the city would do him no good, so really, he's just ended up in another, larger prison. but he still had much to learn about this place before making any plans.

for now, he's content to walk about the city and learn the lay of the land. and, of course, like the courteous prince he is, he'll stop to introduce himself to anyone he comes across. ]

Excuse me - I'm so sorry to bother, but could I perhaps have a moment of your time?

[paybent]

[Here's another newcomer greeting him. A scruffy detective in his early 30s, and he's dressed in a very old/worn trenchcoat. But he greets him with a smile.]

Sure thing, pal! What can I do you for? [Sure, he knows almost nothing about this place, but a detective's got to be helpful!]

Ash Ketchum | Pokémon

[befriending]

I think... we're lost, buddy.

[ Although to most people it may seem as if Ash is talking to himself, he's actually, in fact, talking to the electric rodent that resides upon his shoulder that lets out a somewhat upset squeak of "Pikaaa. . ." understanding that yes, they are lost as they exit the train station.

Just their luck. They had just returned to Pallet Town after their long adventure in Sinnoh, and now they were somewhere completely different. Which, for Ash, isn't something new, but still. It causes him to groan before deciding on his next course of action.

Which is why he's aimlessly running around the streets of Ruby City in a sheer attempt to find somebody. And with the first sign of life, he manages to wave them down with a grin, not caring if he's bothering them or not. ]

'Scuse me! I was wonderin' if you guys know where the nearest Pokémon Center is. Or uh, well, where this region is. [ .... And cue the growl of his stomach. ] And prob'ly a place to eat, too.

ooc; i hope you don't mind!

[rosariies]

[ The look of the stranger staring over at her causes her to arch a brow, taking a step towards the young man. Carrying herself with the grace of a matriarch ( as she was raised in her schooling-- ), she smiles, folding her hands over her stomach with a hum. ]

Hm? Ah... well, I'm not sure what a Pokey-man is, but there is a small cafe at the end of this street...! They have this bitter-yet-sweet drink called coffee. Are you new to these lands, as well?

Rosaire Amell | Dragon Age: Origins

[rosariies]

Well, my travels were bound to take me in one direction or another.

[ Hands on hips and weight rested evenly on both feet, the Hero of Ferelden allows her neck to pop ever-so-slightly, lips pursing as the curiosity as only a seeker of knowledge such as herself could obtain plasters itself to her cheeks. Unequipping the staff on her hands, resting it against her back as she fastened it to her robes, the mage in question turns around, only to collide with some sort of other figure.]

My word-- are you alright? I didn't mean to step in your path...! I'm not from here, you see.

[arlathvhen]

[Beleth stumbled back slightly, not expecting the woman to turn so quickly. She'd been of a mind to approach her already, for the staff and the robes bore some resemblance to what mages of her own world wore. She brushed herself off, and flashed a smile at the woman, no malice on her face.]

It's no problem at all, don't worry. No one is really from around here.

[She scanned the woman's face for some sign of familiarity and found none. A vague sense of disappointment rose up, but she forced it back down. With as many worlds as there seemed to be, it wasn't surprising that there would be people with similar clothes. And, she probably was being rather self-centered, to think that only people she knew would appear from her world.]

Are you new here, then? Welcome to Ruby City, if that is the case.

Maleficent | Live Action film Scene 1

[wingsthatdragged]

She was lost and confused. Warily, Maleficent stepped out of the train and to the platform. She leaned heavily on her staff that thankfully was still with her. Her long black cloak traveled behind her as she walked. All she knew was that this wasn't the Moores that much she knew. She had been whisked away to some unfamiliar place. Was this King Steffan's doing? Or something else entirely? Her first instinct was to call out for Diaval, but when he didn't answer or arrive right she grew worried.

Not that any expression had shown her face. She kept expression neutral. She wasn't going to let others know what she was feeling. Only after the initial shock wore off, she became angry. Where was Diaval her loyal companion? Where was her precious Aurora, her Beastie?

She had no one she could trust or confide in and for once she truly felt alone. She wanted to lash out at this strange world for imprisoning her. So she took her anger out on the buildings near by, letting her magic wreck havoc on them as she walked along. She didn't care if people were near by or were in the building's. Who ever did this would be punished.

Eventually she left the train platform and the city gave away to what looked like a small forest...park? She wasn't sure what it was, but it was something familiar.

[takesyoubytheheart]

The sun had started to finally come out, and the snow had melted. With the warm weather walking in, Mickey had decided this was excellent nap weather. So as Maleficent makes her way through the park, she may or may not notice the mouse creature sleeping against a tree. At least, he had been sleeping. The nearby whistle of the train had disturbed his slumber, and he grumbled, rubbing his eyes. He sat up a little straighter, a yawn escaping him.

"Guess that mean's a newcomer's here..." He mumbled to himself, unaware that said newcomer was in fact in front of him. "Wish I'd known a little bit sooner."

Diaval | Maleficent

[beastybabysitter]

1-1
Crows didn't belong inside. Anything. But the train had one frantic crow that darted out as soon as the doors opened, powerful wings carrying him out and straight at poor, unsuspecting people. But he tried to dodge them, even as he worked on getting away from that wicked thing.

He'd just keep flying, too, unless someone caught his eye or managed to catch, restrain, change or calm him down.

[wingsthatdragged]

She sensed, rather then spotted the crow. So Diaval had arrived after all. This was some good news. Had this been back at the Moores she may have smiled. Instead, she turned from her path and headed toward the crow's direction. With a wave of her hand she pointed at him.

"You're late."

Sora | Kingdom Hearts (Post DDD)

[heartofstrength]

1-1 & 6

[Stepping off of the train in a strange place is hardly new to him. The signs on the other hand... Sora scratches the back of his head, ruffling his spiky hair in the process (not that it makes a difference in the end).]

That's helpful. But this wasn't exactly where I wanted to be.

[Actually he'd been trying to get back to Master Yen Sid's place after visiting his friends. Riku was supposed to come here too and then -- well, he wasn't sure exactly what they'd be doing after that. Training or going home or visiting other worlds. Technically he's already doing the last one but he has no idea how he got on that train in the first place.

He approaches the sign and focusing in that map. Pretty convenient that they were telling him where he could get a better map. It's not far from the station so he sets off at a leisurely stroll. Hopefully no one pays attention to the fact that his stomach is grumbling. Sheepishly he covers it and peers around to make sure no one noticed... and if he happens to spot somewhere to get some food, then that's okay too.

If he does see someone, Sora will give them a wave and a huge grin.]

Hiya there!

8 - 4

[One map acquired and a stomach full means it's time to go exploring! This here is one kid who smells adventure in the air and he's following wherever it leads. Really, it might be hard to not notice Sora running through the streets of the city because there isn't a place he won't go. Sometimes his pace slows but it's only to check out a building here and there. Honestly he's just plain distracted.

Which would explain why the moment Sora rounds a corner, he runs straight into someone else. OOF! The collision causes him to stumble back until he lands on his rear end. One hand idly rubs at his face.]

Sorry! Guess that'll teach me that I should look where I'm going! [Enough about him.] You okay?

8 - 4

[befriending]

[ Ash rubs at the nape of his neck idly, laughing it off as he brings his hands up apologetically, his Pikachu sitting atop his head as he tries to laugh it off. ]

No, it's okay; I'm fine. I should've watched where I was goin', too. And Pikachu's OK, so no need to worry! [ And the little electric rodent waves, giving a cheery response of "Pika~" ]

Chibi Chibi || Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon

[moonlit_star]

[8-3]

The snow and harsh winds could blow even the strongest sort about today; which was why, perhaps, it wasn't that odd that at the moment, there was a very pink figure flying about in the air.

Her umbrella caught in the high winds, the little four year old let out a little cry as she was floating all over the city. The fact that there was a four year old flying on an umbrella may be forgotten when it was clear that the child had no means of getting down, her arms flailing.

"Chibi Chibi!" she cried out, clutching onto her umbrella.

[takesyoubytheheart]

Mickey's seen a lot of things in his lie. There are few surprises left for him.

Now he done seen about eeeverythin', before he saw a little girl fly.

"What the... h-hey!" Once he was sure that was indeed what he was seeing, he frantically ran after the unusual sight, arms outstretched, for surely that little girl couldn't hold on forever. "I gotcha, I gotcha..." His body began to build up in magic - if need be, he could call out his time-pause spell, and hopefully stop anything bad before it started.

David Nolan/Prince Charming | Once Upon A Time (End of Season 2)

[notjames]

[Well, it wasn't Granny's, but the Black Stallion looked promising. It was a lot nicer that some of the places he and Snow frequented while on the road before they'd been married.

And the atmosphere was a lot more pleasant than that tavern the Pirates frequented. Or so he'd heard. Shepherds/princes don't go to places like that.

But, he can't find anyone around to take his order.]

Hello? Is someone here?

Have a grandson

[truestsweeper]

[Henry was sure there were places in the city he wasn't meant to go. But that just meant he visited them anyway. The Black Stallion was one such place though it was low on his list. Today, he was glad he had.

Seeing his other grandfather, he dashed over for a hug.] Grandpa!

Maeglin | Silmarillion - Angband-canon-point | 1-1

[mining_mole]

video

[All that can be seen is the sky above, but the connection is clearly deliberate, as the Elf on the other side speaks up almost immediately, addressing everyone who might be on the other end. His voice sounds sure and direct, though the tone betrays weakness and weariness as well.]

I seek a way to ensure that I will not return whence I came from. If such a way is known to any here, please tell me of it. [There is a pause, and then he affirms:] It matters not how terrible the path to it may be.


action

After getting off the train and reading the signs, Maeglin starts wandering in slow, careful steps, searching for shelter - the torn, dirty tunic and pants that he wears and the train curtain that he snuck out to wrap around himself to hide more of his upper body and arms (and provide a little bit of warmth) pulled tightly around himself but still shaking in the cold onslaught of the wind.

action

[bythewaves]

Maglor does not know what Maeglin looks like - he never met him, after all. But he can recognise one of his kin when he sees him, and Maglor can see that he is not well, and he hails Maeglin, already pulling the cloak from his shoulders, hoping that the Star does not turn the stranger away.

"A moment! You look cold."

Steven Quartz Universe || Steven Universe !! 1 - 1

[watermelogisty]

[ He's staring up at the train station posters. He doesn't remember even getting on a train- this one is a lot fancier than he one he got on way back, too! He actually thought he was dreaming, when he first woke up in there. Maybe he shouldn't have eaten all that ice cream before bed time...

But that's not important now! Right now, he needs to figure out where he is. ]

Ruby...City...

[ Wait, is this a gem thing?
There's a map. Maybe no one will mind if he takes one of the posters with him.


He steps out of the station and wanders around, exploring the city streets-- until he walks up to the first person he sees. ]

Hey-- hello? Hey, can you tell me where I am? What is this place?

after today's episodes this was everything i could have hoped for

[hallacious]

[It was only every once and a while that he came across a new arrival during his walks, but today was one of those days. It always worried him when he saw children in this place, with all its dangers, even if they were all the machinations of a child himself. So when he sees the young boy walking by thoroughly confused, of course he feels obligated to assist him in any way we can!

He might come off as...a little intense, though. Sorry, Steven.]

Hello, young man! Welcome to Ruby City! Did you see any of the posters?

snow white/mary margaret | ouat | end of S1

[sneewittken]

city streets:

As with many new arrivals, Snow is of a mind to explore. After she's come to terms with being yanked somewhere else against her will. The one pro of the situation is the lack of memory loss, or being given a different identity. She remembers who she is this time, and that is all to the good. The cons are ... well, she's apparently misplaced her family again. And it may take some time before everyone is found.

So she, no stranger to walking, does just that. Wandering down the more well-traveled streets, sometimes peering in shop windows, or browsing any wares on tables outside. Eventually she winds up on the bridge, peering over the side and wondering if flipping a coin into the water below might bring some luck.


coffee joint + rain:

[ Eventually, the pleasant weather takes a turn for the wet. Caught out in the open, Snow has little choice but to seek shelter, huddling here and there under awnings and beneath trees until she spots the local cafe. Thankfully, the rain doesn't start pouring until she's safely inside, and fending off a sneeze.

Because a cold is exactly what she needs in a strange place.

She smooths down damp hair in a moment of vanity, then steps up to take her place in line. And, once up at the register: ]

I'd like a mug of hot cocoa, please, with a dash of cinnamon.


wildcard:

[ have another idea? toss it right here. ]

Have a surprise pawnshop

[magicsprice]

[While walking those streets she just might come across a store that bears a sign with one very familiar name on it. Mr. Gold's Pawnshop. It was a rather simplistic sign, made simply of a piece of paper and hung in one of the two large windows gracing the shop. If she choose to look in the other window, she might notice the displays of various items within the lit store, the displays set up in a rather similar way to another particular shop back in Storybrooke, right down to the curtained door leading to into the back room of the store. There's a man who no doubt looks rather familiar within the shop currently standing behind the front counter doing something with a pen and book laying before him. He may or may not notice the shadow that has fallen over the window in front, but she's free to come in and question him about this strange turn of events.]

maedhros | tolkien

[ex_discrowns53]

network

Tell me the defensive capabilities of this settlement.

[ The speaker is elvish, silver-eyed and handsome, with a wealth of red hair falling past his shoulders. Armored shoulders, though the locket only displays what rests above them. ]

And why, city of gems, I have been brought to this place.

[ He has a shiny to reclaim and oath to fulfill. ]


wildcard

[ insert other scenarios here. ]

network

[bythewaves]

[ Oh that voice, that voice, he knows that voice he has missed it so, all those lonely Ages by the sea. Somewhere, perhaps, he has been hoping for this but, he will not even admit that to himself. His hands fumble the watch and that famous voice is hoarse ]

Maedhros? Brother, brother, is that you?

Maedhros | Tolkien's Legendarium

[unking]

8 | 1

[He almost wants to laugh, albeit with a slight edge of hysteria, at the fact that he had been so close, so very, very close, before this had happened. It was that or scream. He'd had the silmarils, and at long last the questing was to be over... until he hadn't, anymore, and had been... somewhere instead, traveling towards an island, and from there pushed into... into this place.

The Valar truly must hate his family, to have gone so far as this. But, of course, there was nothing that either of them could do, and now he was stuck with an impossible quest, which at its fulfillment had been instead made more impossible still.

Very well, there was nothing to do for it, so he'd do as he must. The silmarils were unlikely to be here, but the least he could do was doublecheck that fact as best he could. That meant scouting the city, which also served well from a tactical standpoint. He didn't know what was going on, but it was better to know your surroundings than not.]

or choose your own adventure

8-1

[bythewaves]

[ There's a song he knows, a voice he remembers, for Maglor comes often to the station (he will not admit it, not even to himself, but probably, he is hoping that he might see his family one day). He has found some of them here, beyond all hope, and it makes the buried embers of his hope kindle, ever so slightly. He plays for fun, and not for room and board, and as wistful as the tunes are, there is hope to them now too, buried deep.

It has been a long, long time, even for one of the Eldar, but Maglor could never ever forget his brother, the first light he remembers who is not his parents, and the hand on the strings strikes wonder and his voice is hoarse ]

Maedhros?

Lizzy Midford | Black Butler | 8-3

[watchdogswife]

As the rain poured down around her, Lizzy had come to one firm conclusion: This was really, really awful. That strange train had dumped her in the middle of a stranger city, and then dumped all this water, as if to truly signify that her life had just changed in a drastic, terrible way. The girl huddled under a shop's awning, watching the rain with miserable eyes. Neither of her parents, brother, Paula...even Ciel wasn't to be found, someone she could depend on to be around in strange situations--Especially when she needed him.

"Okay...When the rain stops, I'll go!" She told the rain, trying to bolster herself into enough determination to actually do it. She couldn't go during the rain--It would ruin her hair, her dress, and what if she did see Ciel? Or anyone else for that matter? Who would respect a lady with a soggy dress and limp hair?

She straightened her back, feeling more determined. She would wait this out! She was a proper lady, which meant patience, and an iron will! No rain would defeat her--

Her inner monologue was interrupted as she sneezed, and she gave a little sigh, pulling out a handkerchief. "It had better stop soon..."

[sweetlies]

Ciel hated traveling around the city on his own, he hated that Sebastian was missing currently and that he had to go all the way to La Cafe Anglais for a good cup of tea and he hated that it was raining.

His clothes were slightly askew, he'd been trying not to ask Finnian or Ritsuka for help lately. It took longer for his to dress each day but it was less he had to ask them for. At least it was expected of Sebastian and Sebastian always made sure he looked perfectly presentable.

As he walked along the street, carefully holding an umbrella, he planned to ensure Sebastian regretted leaving them on their own for an extended period and is suddenly yanked from his thoughts by the sneeze and familiar voice.

"E-Elizabeth?"

elu thingol | tolkien

[greymantle]

arrival:

Ruby City's newest resident has to stoop to exit the train car, but he does so without protest. This is not his home; while the halls of Menegroth were delved with his height in mind, assuming others do so is folly, and this elf is no fool. He stands over eight feet tall, crowned with the 'long and bright' silver hair denoting his line, and pale eyes that glow with the light of the Two Trees. His tunic is white, lighter than the trousers and robes of a darker grey he also wears, though the little gems and embroidery embellishments will not be noticeable under anything but starlight.

This is Elu Thingol, High King of the third elven Kindred, and he is not pleased to be elsewhere than the lands he oversees and protects. After a dismissive glance at the welcome posters, the Sindar makes his way off the platform. He's probably more intimidating up close; a sword sits comfortably on a hip, suggesting battle prowess, and his expression borders on visible annoyance.

"What sorcery is this, to bring me leagues from kith and kin."


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have an idea for another scenario? drop it right here.

[inafadingcrown]

Galadriel does not often stop and stare, especially at the new arrivals to the city. After over eight thousand years, she's seen enough that it takes a great deal to provoke that kind of reaction.

Thingol is an exception to the rule. It takes her a moment to believe that she's actually seeing who she thinks she is and a moment more to will her feet to move towards him.

"If it is sorcery, my lord, it is a kind beyond my ken." She watches his expression as she speaks, studying it. Just how he reacted to her could tell her a great deal about when he is from.

Morgan || Fire Emblem || 5-7

[senryakuka]

Higher positions were almost always more advantageous, he used to say. You can see further, shoot further, expend less energy to meet the foe. Every ten feet up could extend the range of your arrow by 15 feet. Diminishing returns, of course, but the concept was the important part, past the calculus.

Yeah, she reminded herself. This was a good idea. This was a good idea, she mumbled to herself as she discovered just how unfathomable was the dark tube that passed itself for a staircase up to her clearly tactically advantageous position. She was never truly afraid of heights, but the darkness, well. That was a whole other story. Dark and closed and tight with only the light at the top of the stairwell to keep her company, keep her moving forward, though she found her legs running by the time the air lightened and the scene brightened at the top of the clock tower in its bellhouse.

Morgan could see just about everything from there. An expanse of this weird city, like one settled by aliens, though people did dart about, about their own business. She hadn't a mind to stop anyone while she was on her own business, but maybe...maybe that was the wrong way to go about it. If she never stopped anyone, she'd never be able to find him, obviously. So it was time to find people.

"HELLO," she shouted at the top of her lungs, with her sword at her belt, leaning on her staff as a walking stick after the winding climb. "IS ANYONE OUT THERE?"

[made_4_ritsuka]

The beach, it had sounded like a nice place to go. It was only after it had started moving though that Yuiko had figured out where the trolly went.

Having just stepped off of a train that she didn’t remember catching, she had hoped it went somewhere that wasn't as scary as the abandoned platform she had found stepping out of the cart. And the signs at the station had simply brought up more questions than they had provided answers. She did hold on closely to the watch, though she hadn’t opened it yet or tried to use it. Instead she seemed to stare at it and study it, trying think of what she should do. It was really far from home and she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to use a watch to call home, so she figured that if this was a place where a lot people were someone would be able to help her.

[mining_mole]

"Using it, you may find ones whom you know." He doesn't sound hostile, yet there is no sympathy in his voice either as the tall dark-haired man steps closer and stops a number of feet away from her, pondering her.

celebrimbor | tolkien

[silverfist]

coffee shop;
[ it's been weeks since his arrival, and celebrimbor is only just starting to get himself accustomed to the city. that is, of course, mostly due to the fact that he's been recovering that long-- not only physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. he's still not his old self by any stretch of the imagination, but he's.. better. it's bearable. he still avoids touch like a plague, he still sleeps like a mortal, and his night terrors are exhausting, but there's only so much that can be done about any of that.

the network, once it had been shown and explained to him, has been his guide. while he's not been a presence there himself, he's used it to learn more about the place he'd found himself in and its inhabitants. and.. he'd seen that others of his world are present. in truth, he should probably take more pains to keep himself from them, but in all honesty, would he even be recognizable at this point? his scars, his missing fingers, his limp, his damaged ears and shorn hair.. he barely even resembles a member of the eldar any longer, much less celebrimbor of eregion.

he offers a slightly shaky smile in gratitude to the barista who brings him his drink. it had been a kind gesture, offering to do so-- but he supposes she'd felt a bit sorry for him, given the cane and his graceless steps. he rises only after she's gone, one maimed hand curled around his cane, the other carefully holding his drink as he maneuvers his way out of the cafe-- and nearly right into someone coming in. for a moment, blind panic leaves white noise roaring through his ears and his vision spotting at the edges. too close, they're too close-- but he stumbles back, nearly spilling his drink, with a small, gasped apology. ]


network;
[ it's his first foray onto the network as a participant, and it's mostly out of necessity. he's never been able to abide being idle for long, and it's so, so much worse now. he has nothing to occupy himself with, and it gives him entirely too much time to think. he wants to be able to work himself into numbness again, but it's.. harder now. his hands are so damaged, and even if they weren't, he's not certain he could bear to enter a forge again. too many memories, too many mistakes.

when he finally speaks up, it's a simple audio feed, and his voice.. well. he was never the most musical of his family, but he'll certainly never sing again. there's a whispery, rasping quality to it now. ]

.. Greetings. [ .. ah. this is.. harder than he'd expected it to be. he's making no attempts to hide his identity, after all, so he knows.. members of his family may come across this, may wish to speak to him. he's still uncertain how he should respond if they do. ] I had.. a request, if it is not.. greatly troublesome. I would like to-- to work, but being largely unfamiliar with this city and its offerings, suggestions would be appreciated greatly. I was once a 'smith and jeweler, but I must admit that my hands are in no shape for either any longer. [ a small, self-conscious, rasping laugh. ] .. Forgive me. I suppose that does rather make me useless.

POUNCES um um um coffee shop

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor wanders through the city, restless, now the prowling wargs have made it unsafe to go down to the sea on his own (and the whole point is to be alone there, after all, not that Finrod accepts this, and he won't bring his cousin to harm again if he can help it). He stops by the river and leans against the trees in the park, and the checks out the coffee shops to see if any of them make hobbit-level tea (spoilers: they don't).

The familiar light, the familiar song, and he stops in his tracks, the name escaping him in a choked whisper (Celebrimbor could have had his face forever marred but Maglor listens before he looks, he would have known him anywhere, and he knows about Eregion. He maybe hunted a fair few orc patrols in that area after) ]

Tyelpe?

vlad tepes | dracula untold

[impalings]

arrival, coffee joint

[ He has been in this strange city a few days. Not long enough for his thirst to become truly unbearable, he will not allow that. But just long enough to get the lay of the land - find places to hide when the sun rises and burns through the clouds. He has no more wish to become a pile of ash than leave another pile of corpses in his wake.

So the man -- tall, dark-haired, dressed in the sort of nondescript clothing that allows him to blend in almost anywehere -- takes his time. Feeds off animal blood to keep himself moving, and observes. Listens. Eventually chooses one of the hot spots, a little cafe, to settle in after dusk. The coffee Vlad ordered remains untouched, a prop that allows him to remain indoors and nothing more.

He is far more interested in watching the residents pass the front window, and those who wander inside for something to drink. ]


network

Good day. My name is Vlad, and I am interested in acquiring a sword. How might I go about doing that?

[ His smile is small, tinged with some hint of arrogance, but does not detract from his features; thirty-ish, perhaps, dark of hair, good looking. ]


wildcard

[ for other scenarios or ideas. ]

Action. Also EEEE VLAD

[cursedtosleep]

[Aurora took off her shawl as she entered the shop, shivering slightly. It had gotten cold a lot quicker than she anticipated. She'd warm herself up with something and then head back home. She had spent so much time in her flower shop she lost track of the time.

Getting some warm tea to wrap her hands around while the rest of the warmth seeped into her skin, she sought a place to sit. It seemed the only spot left open was near the window. She leaned over to the gentleman.]

May I sit there? [She asked, gesturing to the seat across from him.]