rubycity_ooc | March 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 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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[ it would be the uncle most likely to hear his place in the music, would it not? when the panic has faded and he can dredge up reason and thought once more, he realizes just how tight and uncomfortable his chest feels. .. yes, he's been avoiding him, avoiding all of them, but it doesn't change the fact that he's missed him. his father and his uncles had done.. ugly, terrible things, but they're still his family, and he loves them, and he'd feared.. well. it hardly matters at the moment.

his lips part, but a cracking croak of a noise is all that escapes his throat for a moment. embarrassed, he presses his lips thin, swallowing hard, struggling to regain his voice. ]

We-- [ he coughs, glancing away, fingers tightening around the head of his cane. ] .. Uncle. We should get out of the doorway.

Tyel... Celebrimbor [ He corrects himself, remembering belatedly that his nephew rejected that name. His hands flutter uselessly, wanting to hold, wanting to cling, but knowing from long experience with Maedhros that touch needed to be initiated by the other party, first.

He nods jerkily and wrings his hands in lieu of doing anything else with them ]

Yes, of course. Inside? Do you need to sit?

[ he finds his face heating at the concern and the question, hand tightening around his cane. he shakes his head once, mutely, nodding toward the outside, before carefully sliding past his uncle, limping out into the fresh air and away from the claustrophobic interior of the shop.

he only stops once he's found a bench to seat himself on, easing himself down onto it, a little out-of-breath and trying to disguise it. leaning his cane against his knee, he cups his coffee between his palms, staring down at missing fingers with a mixture of shame and embarrassment. what a sight he must be. ]

.. Too many people in there. [ he can feel the tension drawing up tight between his shoulder-blades, whole back aching, reminding him that he should take it easier. he's not what he was and never will be again. he needs.. to learn his new limits and not try to overdo it.

taking a careful breath, he lifts his head again, short hair trailing against his jaw as he meets his uncle's eyes. --there's still a bandage over his left eye, but most of the rest are gone, leaving his scars a little too apparent. but there's really no hiding them, and the more practical he is about.. all of it, hopefully the less alarming it'll be for his uncle. ]

I-- Forgive me for not speaking to you sooner. I was not.. not quite ready.

[ Maglor follows exactly the same way he used to stand behind and beside Maedhros, if Celebrimbor remembers, just off his right shoulder. Far enough not to crowd, close enough to offer support if needed, and when Celebrimbor sits he fidgets hesitantly before sitting beside him ]

No! No, do not apologise. You... you repudiated us, I should not... have troubled you.

[ he appreciates that his uncle doesn't walk in his blind-spot more than maglor might realize. (or perhaps, given maedhros after thangorodrim, that's precisely why he'd done it.) while he knows that his uncle would never try to harm him, it still makes his skin crawl when people are too close but just out of sight. it reminds him of things better forgotten.

he shakes his head, quiet again for a few moments. ]

None of that.. matters any longer. And anyway, I repudiated the kinslayings, the Oath you all swore, and the Silmarils. Not-- Not you. You are all still my family, no matter what you've done.

[ he lifts a hand from his coffee, tucking a few strands of hair behind a torn ear, glance falling to his cup again. ]

.. Besides, in the end, I was no better. I helped to create things that.. [ he trails off, throat grown too tight, taking a shuddering breath through his nose. ] Well. You probably already know.

[ Maglor knows how to manage one tortured, if that one will let him, in any case. Knows how to telegraph his movements and make enough noise to be noticed, to keep from making sudden movements or loud noises, and almost subconciously he tries to make it easier for Celebrimbor, sitting in a way that does not crowd him on the bench, restraining himself from touch ]

Oh Celebrimbor, my little silver one. It was right to repudiate us, and I was glad that you did so. Even your father knew that, as angry as he was. The fewer we dragged down with us the better. I only grieve it was not enough to save you.

And you were better, you were, are so great. [ fiercely ] Never blame yourself, never. You were tricked, used. It was not your fault. I tried to reach you, when they said you had been taken. I came too late. I am sorry.

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[ lifting his coffee to blow the steam from the top, he shakes his head once, daring a slightly sideways glance up at his uncle. ] I was never.. great. I simply stepped in where I was needed. I spent-- more time in a forge than around people.

[ his glance slides away again, down to the coffee, shoulders hunching as he curls in on himself faintly. .. yes, though, he'd certainly been tricked and used. he'd thought-- he'd thought annatar had loved him. he should have known better from the start, though. what maiar could love someone like celebrimbor of all people?

he hesitates, then reaches out without looking, fumbling to catch his uncle's hand and squeeze it. his grip is weak-- given the damage, he'll never work in a forge again. but then, it's doubtful that he'd wish to. ]

.. Do not apologize. I was doomed from the moment I set eyes on Annatar. [ his hand darts away again, unable to bear the contact longer. ] But-- enough about.. that. How-- How long have you been here, Uncle?

You were. You are. [ Gentle but firm and he smiles when Celebrimbor dares to reach across to touch ]

You made a name for yourself. You forged bonds of friendship with Durin's folk. Even if we lay aside the Rings, you invented much and built well. I know... your father would have been proud. You did that. Not Sauron.

[ But alright, he'll accept the subject change ]

Not long. A month, maybe two, I think.

[ two months. not long at all in the life of an elf, though celebrimbor's sense of time is skewed these days. he has no idea how much time passed between his capture and coming here, and he's not entirely certain how long he's been here. weeks, at least-- it had taken a while just for him to grow strong enough to walk this much. there's no telling how long he'd lain all but insensate in that sickbed. he hadn't asked.

after a pause, his mind drifts back to the rings, the dread of not knowing. ]

.. It was all I could do to keep my silence. [ he finds he's trembling faintly, and sets his coffee on the bench beside them to keep from spilling it. ] The-- The Rings and their bearers. Are they..?

Hey. [ Maglor reaches across to brush carefully against a shorn lock of dark hair to pull him out of the memories ]

None of that. Where is my firey nephew who refused his father hm? You succeeded. [ He says firmly ] You won. You kept your secret, despite all he could do. He did not break you. You beat him, Celebrimbor. In that last, desperate place... you won. He destroyed you, destroyed everything you built, but you defied him to the last. Well done.

March Test Drive!

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