April 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

Martha Jones | Doctor Who | 1 + 8

[forwardandback]

Stepping off the train, Martha took a long look around her, and as she did, she felt a prickle on the back of her neck. She glanced behind her again, because that feeling was all too familiar. No one was standing there, of course, but she still felt that someone, or some thing, was watching her. Too bad she didn't have a gun or other weapon on her person right now, because if there was some threat out there, she was quite a bit more vulnerable than she'd have liked.

But rather than standing around, which seemed daft, she decided that heading for the nearest building and finding someone who looked halfway decent and like they knew what was going on was the wiser choice here.

Approaching, she knocked on the door, turned the handle, and stuck her head in. "Hello, anyone here? Sorry about the interruption, but I was wondering if you knew where this is. Those posters back there said something about Ruby City, but where's that even located? What planet is this?" That might raise some eyebrows, asking about specific planets, but there were ways to get answers, and being direct was one of them.

And if there was someone following her, hopefully they hadn't noticed her ducking into whatever operation this was.

[calmbefore]

As luck would have it there is someone in this building. Not a someone who lives there, no - hard to live in a clocktower - but another person all the same. Someone who looks like he might have been half-lost in thought, just prior to Martha's arrival. But he turns out the sound of her voice all the same, whatever reverie he'd been wrapped up in neatly set aside.

"That's just the thing. We aren't really certain what planet this is. Or even if it is one. Which isn't really the sort of answer anyone is looking for, I know. And it's not like people haven't been working on it besides. It's just that the evidence is... inconclusive, at the moment."

Which is, to be quite honest, more than a little frustrating. But as long as they keep working at it he has every faith that the answers will come in time.

[forwardandback]

Well, any someone is better than no one at all, and frankly, Martha's glad to find out she's not alone. Being alone on a strange planet is exciting but scary too, and right now, she'd rather have company, even if said company is, as far as she knows, a stranger.

"If it's not a planet, then what is it?" It's not really an answer, the one he gave her, but it's piqued her curiosity even further. "But people are working on it, yeah? I could help with that, if I stick around long enough for that. Is there a way out, or are we stuck here?"

He's free to note that she doesn't seem overly fussed by that concept, as if she's been in similar situations before.

[calmbefore]

"We aren't sure," he answers, with an apologetic shrug. "It does look like a planet, at least on the surface, but that doesn't really mean that it is. Just that it's beneficial to someone that it looks like one."

On the other hand, it could well be a planet. One he doesn't know, but that's easy enough to manage. He can hardly know everything, and most of the time he's more worried about the fact that the TARDIS is grounded.

"But yes, we're working on it. In bits and pieces, mostly. But we are still working on it." A brief silence. "Other than that we're stuck, for the most part. People have left, yes. But no one really knows how. Or when - as far as anyone's been able to tell it just happens. With no real warning."

He does notice that she doesn't seem to be bothered about the concept. But he doesn't ask about it. There are other topics at hand, and it can wait at least until he's gotten most of the explanations taken care of.

Fingon | Silmarillion

[goldenplaits]

This new arrival doesn't step onto the the platform as much as he faceplants on it. It's a stumble and staggering that ends with him falling at the last stair and falling, only marginally catching himself. For a moment, he just lies there, barely conscious.

That he just fell from a bit over ground and landed on a hard surface is only part of this. Him being heavily founded and bleeding might also be a reason. As is, probably, the multiple fresh burns, one of them mostly covered by the helmet that still sits on his head even though it has been split in the middle right at the top.

His clothes are also smouldering and even burning in a few places, and that is what finally makes him move. Not much, though. He rolls over onto his belly. And then again. Flop, flop, flop, Finwean baked roll slowly flopping down the platform in an attempt to put out the fires on himself before they can spread and grow.

I should be tagging other things BUT YOU KNOW. Cousin, and all that

[bythewaves]

"Fingon!" Said Finwean baked roll is very fortunate that Elfhouse is right next to the station, and Maglor drops everything and begs Nyelafinwe to Stay inside, please, stay inside, I'll explain later, but stay inside and is tearing across the platform, stopping only long enough to dunk whatever bit of cloth he had handy (its a teatowel) in water so he can help him douse the flames.

"Cousin, cousin, easy, what's the worse hurt?" Because the obvious death wound might be healed, or maybe not yet inflicted, but there were plenty of other injuries that will need to be seen to, he remembers.

=D

[goldenplaits]

It's disorienting, the sudden change of location and situation - and he knows that that happened, must have happened, because the air is clear and not filled with smoke and the scent of blood and doom, because he has covered at least a few feet of ground now and has yet to bump into a corpse, because there is no victorious Orcish chanting in the distance - and he can't make heads nor tails of it (he is still within his hroa, too, that he is absolutely certain of - that it hurts so is a good indicator).

Disorienting enough for Fingon to not immediately be able to tell who just addressed him, much less understand what he said. It takes another moment to turn his head so that he can see Maglor and focus, and then process whom he sees. An elf, Fëanorian star- "Ma...," wait, no. Not the one that he was thinking of last, if ever so briefly, "Makalaurë?" He's too far gone to think about politics, to form words in a language that isn't his native one, and even Maglor's Quenyan name leaves his lips hoarse and weak.

<3

[bythewaves]

"Here, yes, it's me, Finno" He falls automatically into Quenya in answer, despite how rusty it sits on his tongue (easier, since Nyelafinwe spoke no Sindarin when he got here and they had had no choice).

"Easy, easy. You are safe, now. But not yet in the Halls, and I would prefer if I can prevent your leaving. Let me see how bad it is now the flames are out?"

Ned Stark || Game of Thrones | 8+3

[winter_iscoming]

[Ned looked up at the sky and felt the cold, cutting wind slice through his warm furs, as the snow fell softly. Although, he could feel the cold, he did not find it unwelcoming, as he was used to the cold back home. He practically felt nothing even with the cold wind and snow falling all around him. Yet, he was far from home. The city street he was currently standing in was nothing like his home. How on earth had he got here?

Was he dreaming? Had he drank too much wine whilst dining with Robert, the king, last night? The snow felt so real though and the wind felt like a familiar embrace for him. He also felt something heavy in his thick fur cloak's pocket. Delving a hand inside, he pulled out a fancy gold time piece of sorts. He had never seen such a thing before but guessed it was worth a few gold. Why had he come here? For what purpose? He wanted to see a friendly face right now; Jon, Bran, Robb, Arya, Sansa.....where were they? Caitlin, his wife. He was a stranger in these lands.

[summerswarg]

[ It seemed as though Ned might get his wish. Bran had also been wandering the streets, looking for someone to inform him of his whereabouts. He'd found the watch not long ago but neither him nor his still nameless direwolf had any idea of what to do with it. It also seemed as though he had left his furs in Winterfell and while he was used to the cold, the wind was still cutting through his leathers with ease.

But then, the direwolf barked, signalling another body to the boy. Bran looked up and saw a figure walking towards him. And he smiled as he realised it was one that he recognised. Both boy and wolf ran towards Ned and Bran said one word in greeting.] Father!

[winter_iscoming]

[Ned heard the wolf's bounding steps towards him and then the little boy's voice. He knew that voice. Could it be he wasn't alone after all? He turned to face the wolf and recognised him immediately. Bran's wolf, Summer. His face cracked into a smile at the sight of the magnificent beast, then his eyes shifted to the small figure of his son, Bran.]

Bran! What in all the God's name are you doing out here? Your mother will be worried sick, knowing you came out here with Summer to find me. [He captured his son into a warm embrace and sighed with relief to find that he was safe.]

Brandon Stark | Game of Thrones

[summerswarg]

[ Option 1-1 ]

[ The last thing Bran remembered was falling. He'd seen the Queen and her brother in the Broken Tower and then...And then he had been falling but he did not remember hitting the ground. His direwolf pup, that he had still not named, was by his side as he looked around. Wherever he was, it wasn't Winterfell. He looked down at his pup, walking out of the station. ] Let's go explore.

[ Option 6-6 ]

[ Bran had followed both his nose and his direwolf's nose to a building named the Coffee Joint. He had no idea what that meant but they were both hungry. He was unsure how to go about purchasing any food as Winterfell always had food in the kitchens should he need it. But perhaps if he looked in through the window, he could learn how this city operated. ]

Option 1-1

[sonof_thrain]

[Thorin noticed the wolf walking alongside the boy obediently. Was it possible that the wolf was his pet? That brought a smile to the dwarf's lips, as he thought of Durin, his own dog. Durin was of the blood of the wolf, since being a husky from the mountains. The boy looked young, yet the sight of a large wolf beside him did not make him afraid.]

Hail there, lad. Are you new to the city?

[summerswarg]

[ Bran turned at the voice and his direwolf kept between him and the boy. He may not be very large yet but he could still protect his boy. Bran didn't look too afraid, mostly wary of his surroundings and thus a stranger. This was all so new to him. So he nodded. ]

Yes. Could you tell me, which city is this?

Blackarachnia | Beast Wars

[treacherous_widow]

[Option 1-1 | Action ]

[This was NOT what she was expecting when she woke up from repairs. When the slag did this mudball of a planet get a train and what in the pit was she doing on it!? Lets just say a certain widow was on edge when she stepped off the train and scanned the station.

The posters caught her optics immediately and she honed in to read them as a claw settled on her hip. Ruby City? Either the apes suddenly learned to do something other than eat fleas or there was something very wrong here.

Very, very wrong and she did NOT like it. ]

[Option 9-2 | Video]

So, which one of you dupe heads is the one in charge? I'd like a word with you.

[Moments later someone strange and with a very metallic black gold look along with a spider theme appeared on the network and she wasn't happy in the slightest. Blackarachnia's black optics were glaring down at the small little watch in her claws. This this was so slagging primitive that she was surprised it still worked!]

I don't appreciate being dragged away of my repairs and put on a train to Primus knows where without my consent. So someone better have some answers or this spider is going to start causing problems until I get an answer.

[She shifts the device a little and everyone watching can catch a the brief sight of very large pincer like claws that are holding her watch and trees. Someone's out in the park by the looks of it.]

So start talking.

Warning, Tamari is invisable to anyone who cannot see magic

[nadenagi]

Nadeshiko and Tamri had been exploring, looking back around the train that had let them off in this odd place. They was searching for any sign of Their friends, of the other Gaurdians, even another Chara.

What They found, instead, was... not what they was expecting. Not in the least. Nadeshiko hesitated, looking at the other. While Tamari was a hand-span high, dressed in a pretty kimono and invisible, Nadeshiko looked like a very pretty 13 year old girl. Long purple hair was swept up into a ponytail adorned by a ribbon that ended in small flowers. Nadeshiko's eyes were warm, and even startled, there was a smile on that young face.

Nadeshiko was wearing the female school uniform for her academy, with the red plaid skirt, black blazer, crisp white shirt, and red tie. The top was hard to see, however, because as usual, Nadeshiko was wearing the red guardian cape, a full around red plaid caplet that didn't quite go to the waist and closed in the front.

The tall boots that laced to the knees were not part of the uniform, but they were very stylish and very Naedshiko. The child smiled warmly, greeting the odd stranger, after the initial moment of shock. "Hello!" as delicate and graceful as Nadeshiko looked, the voice suited perfectly, gentle and light.

Got it!

[treacherous_widow]

It just goes to show just how jarring the transition was that Blackarachnia didn't notice the smaller humanoid until she spoke. The she-spider stood much taller, somewhere around six or seven feet, nearly towering over the girl with black and gold armor and a very, very obvious spider motif with legs coming off her forearms and large claws. This bot was very obvious not human, or organic for that matter. Not right now anyway.

Her black optics narrow slightly as she regards... a human? Scrap, when was she now? The last time she checked, the apes were still picking fleas off each other. Right away she could write off the time period of the last mudball of a planet she was in.

So, where was she then? It should have been impossible to snatch her and not the others on the Axalon... unless this was the Vox's doing. She really hoped that was the case.

"Looks like I'm not the only unlucky one. Where did they take you from?"

Miriel | Tolkien

[silver_jewel]

2-1
The wind blew, threatening to tear away a star-studded cloak from an elven woman, pale of face and hair. Frail though she looked, her hands drew the cloak closer about her, maintaining a firm hold on it as she walked. Feet bared, though she seemed not to notice as she walked along the sands. Unhurried, soundless steps even when the wind and sea were silent. Only the ruffle of cloth could be heard.

A ghost? The woman was pale enough. Frail enough. Gentle enough.

Yet strong enough to keep on going. Keep on walking, holding the cloak of memory around her. Those that knew the story of her family would recognize the scenes woven in amongst the stars of the cloak itself with a skill rivalled by few.

Questions tumbled through her mind. Where were the Valar? She could see no one familiar. This was not where she was meant to be, that she knew of. That she'd seen. Where elves were resistant to cold and the weather, she felt the wind. She felt the air and the chill.

But this time she would not let it beat her down nor batter her away.


Wildcard make your own adventure!

[twicelived]

He had been so young when she had died yet still her pale face was familiar. Glorfindel approached with caution, however, as he doubted that she would remember a young elf who had only seen her from afar. His family were only distant kin but still he recognized her from those few times he had been at the court of the High King.

"My lady." His voice was gentle, he hoped that he did not startle her at the very least as he kept to Quenya. Asfaloth remained some steps behind, as if sensing that his presence would be too much at the moment. He realized how he must look at the moment, currently standing before her in jeans, a v-neck t-shirt, but the sword at his hip had been forged in Tirion, and the glow about him indicated he still had the light of Valinor around him. "My name is- G-" Ah yes, not Sindarin. Sometimes it was difficult to make the switch after so long. And then there was the matter of tenses. This was strange. "-Laurefindil, I serve the High King. May I be of assistance?"

[silver_jewel]

Miriel looked up at the voice, one hand reaching to push hair aside and out of her way as she stopped, sand settling over toes unnoticed. There was something familiar about him, enough to hold her silence as she studied him for a long few minutes.

His state of dress was unfamiliar - strange and struck some unease in her. But the Quenya he used told her without a doubt he spoke true, though she knew from the glow he was at the least from her own time. Her gaze flicked to Asfaloth, and the horse's clear intelligence and awareness was of some comfort, along with the distance he kept.

"Call me Þerindë," barely above a whisper, but at times that was still all she could manage. The name she preferred kin to call her.

'Push down the unease and focus on the now and what you see.' He knew her - this 'Laurefindil'. But that still left the matter of which High King he spoke of. And if it mattered here. Looking back to Glorfindel, she gathered herself. Her voice strengthened to more of a normal level, closer to what it had once been.

"Is the High King here?" Did she even want him to be? Miriel didn't know.

HAH you get mags first because ... I'm lazy to boot up babyFe

[bythewaves]

"Grandmother?" Soft and wondering - he's only ever seen her in pictures and heard of her in tales, but she has his father's eyes.

lol

[silver_jewel]

Even if the greeting didn't give away who the tall elf was, his face would. Miriel had seen what had happened - it hurt her heart, but she'd made herself watch and record all. Someone had to. It was her purpose.

But this one - this one was less like her fire spirit of a son than the rest of his brothers. Kinder in ways, and yet not in others or all at once. Hesitation turned to surety and she stepped forward, slowly at first, eyes searching Maglor's.

Would he run from her?

...Should she from him?

No. "I know your face," she murmured just as soft. The hand not holding the cloak to her reached out to him.

told you I'd do it~

[needscounselling]

He stumbles off the train and turns to glare at it as if personally affronted, the irritation shading to curiosity.

Where is he? What is this... thing. And more importantly, how does it work?

The flash of silver hair at the corner of his eye is ignored as he walks closer to the train engine, trying to see how it would work. Oh hey. Steam. That's an interesting thought.

(Someone might want to stop him before he walks right off the platform in his curiosity)

lol

[silver_jewel]

That fire was one she could never forget nor ignore. Miriel stopped to watch him for a long few minutes, unease somewhat forgotten (or ignored) in favor of seeing him for herself. Not from afar, through visions and images or tales.

Did she dare approach him?

It was the fact he was so distracted by the train that spurred her to move, pale hand reaching out to tug him back from the edge. Would he strike without thought? Automatically? She did not know.

[fairandterrible]

Of all your brothers, you are the only one to have my mother's hair and it is almost eerie to hear that voice in his ear, now that his father has been dead for so many years.

Even more so considering what roused the memory - there were enough portraits of Miriel back in Tirion to recognize her. It's been a long time since he's seen any of those, but he looked at them often enough as a child to recognize her.

"Grandmother?" There are others from future and past and Valinor and even the halls here, it should not surprise him - and yet it does.