rubycity_ooc | April Test Drive

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April 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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[ Option 1-1 | Action ]

[ Artemis steps off the train with his usual lack of grace. He spares a single glance for the departing mode of transport before looking around at where he was. He hadn't expected this, nor factored it into his plans but considering the outcome of his plans were outside of his control, he realises there is nothing else to do but wait.

He takes a tentative step forward, as if his legs aren't made for walking, and easily makes it to the opposite wall, peering at the posters. ]

Ruby City? [ He mused out loud. ] What part of my brain did I conjure this from?

[ Option 4-2 | Video/Action ]

[ Upon leaving the train station, Artemis follows the directions to the centre of the city and takes a look at the obelisk. Everything is in such great detail and while that doesn't seem out of place, what does is the lack of fours. He doesn't comment on it though, not to himself at any rate. He doesn't want to sound even more crazy than he believes he is. Once there, he leans against the tall monolith and fishes in his pocket for the watch he had been told he had and had left upon his arrival. It was easy enough to figure out how it worked so he clicks on the video feed and speaks aloud. His accent is distinctly Irish and if anyone cares to notice, he has one hazel eye and one brilliant blue. ]

Hello Ruby City. My name...[ Which I suspect you already know as I believe this to be a figment of my subconscious, he mused but didn't say out loud. ]...is Artemis Fowl. The posters at the train station are a nice touch but I only saw two. Two is hardly a scary number. As it is, if you are here, Orion, please make yourself known to me.

Thank you.

[ He ends the video feed with a bored sort of look before closing the watch and placing it back into his pocket. He does not expect any answers. ]

Edited 2015-04-03 21:35 (UTC)

[ this place again?

it's been five years and eight months since she last step foot into the red city, and she's only missed three people from it. that is something, of course, that she would never tell or whisper out to someone's ear. not unless she adores them, but that man is still gone from this world. that's a good thing, because that means he's back home.

even though she misses him terribly so.

while walking back to her old apartment — ]

Watch your step. [ this is the part where she looks down towards whoever bumps into her, a brow raised. ] You have two eyes and a pair of ears. Certainly you'd step aside for someone, wouldn't you?

Ella was in a strange city and looked as if some of the townspeople could be from one of her storybooks. Nevertheless she always followed her mother's mantra which was to have courage and be kind. Surely someone will show her kindness in return. She suddenly thought about her step-mother and step-sisters. Would they worry about her disappearance? Would they show concern and look for her? They were family after all, she didn't think they would disregard her so easily.

It had been a while since Ella last ate so she was curious as to where she could get some food in this city.

[ Option 4-1 | Action ]

[Ooo well this looked like the prominent spot to cause some trouble, such as his coding demanded. Stitch, haphazardly scurries along the pavement, climbing to the top of the obelisk. His red jumpsuit, bright in contrast to the dark monument.]

Poocha Chubugga Oom Chickee! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

[He cries out before he pulls out some high tech blasters. He takes a moment to stare up at the sky and growl. His gaze moves to glance at the various towns folk walking around. Gaze narrowed and he fires a series of plasma blasts at the targets. However his expression quickly changes when he realizes his destruction holds no result. Growling once again he decides to fire upon the street blow him.]

9-10

Greg had no clue where he was, really. He knew this wasn't Barthis, he knew the train hadn't been like anything he had ever been on before, and he knew... no one around him.

But just like when he used to fall, forgetting he needed his staff to walk, he wasn't going to let that get him down!

Well, he knew one thing and he knew it well, the best way to get to know a new place was through music. An adage of his father's. Few people believed Donovan Deegan to have much wisdom, but Greg was one of those few.

Since he had his guitar on his back, he found a stone or stump, or something else of the right height to sit on at the park, and tuned up. Once settled, he had to choose a song. Well... this place was, according to the signs, called Ruby City, and he was thinking of his pops... so....

With a grin he began to improvise a new song, eyes half closed, watching the world around him as chords and words issued forth. He was good, but he never saw that, because his father... his father was so much better. And Quilt? Well, he seemed MADE for music.

"Uncle Pinky," he started singing "in the Ruby city.
"Little man who comes to do your taxes in autumn has wandered lost.
Spring is here and he walks the roads
His mark shines in the sun like a scar of pride
what he has endured is is branded on the outside
From the plains of Maltak where humans no longer roam
For a short time, Uncle Pinky called them home.

Uncle Pinky in the Ruby city
So lost, so found, he wanders around
Little man in pink who comes to do your taxes in the fall
So silly so foppish, the smartest of us all.
Uncle Pinky in the ruby city
Struts around like he's so pretty....

Uncle Pinky knows his worth
The players on their stage give him berth
For Uncle pinky, they all adore
But uncle pinky keeps one paramour.
Uncle Pinky tall and proud
Uncle pinky's voice so loud
Hear him strut upon the stage,
Hear him sing in joy and rage.

Uncle Pinky in the ruby city
Down in the muck and the nitty gritty
Uncle Pinky has come to town
and Ruby City's the home he's found..."

He let the last chord fade into the air as he watched anyone who might have stopped to listen. He doubted anyone would, it was, as far as he was concerned, a pretty horrible song. The meter was substandard, the rhyme scheme was uneven... but he did have to almost admit that the chords sounded nice. He might keep the music, but not the lyrics.

Still, the point had been to get a feel for the people, not to write a new song for Oblivion Folder.

Nadeshiko sat at the coffee shop, at a table near the window. Her legs were crossed at the ankle, and rested at an angle so that her knees were by the wall and her heels faced the rest of the building. She wore her school uniform, complete with Guardian Cape, so that Tamari and Rhythm's eggs were safe, close to her heart, hidden. Her school bag lay flat in her lap, and she watched the rain fall outside the window, wistfully.

She sipped carefully from her tea every now and then, and shared a plate of cookies with Tamari, subtly breaking off small pieces for her Guardian Chara to eat without drawing attention to the missing bits of food. And so that she didn't soil her kimono.

The Chara could be seen by anyone with magic, not that Nadeshiko knew that. She just knew that she was alone, in a strange place, without her friends. Her long ponytail bobbed whenever she took a sip, but mostly she stared out at the rain, with small sighs.

Nadeshiko had gotten herself settled in, met a few people, made some appearances, but it was time for her to rest. So Nagihiko was taking his turn to explore this new city.

"And the best way to do that... is from up there," Rhythm suggested, pointing to the top of the clock tower.

Well... why not? The rain had stopped, and it wasn't like he was afraid of a broken leg. He didn't fall that easily. So he followed Rhythm up the stairs, whistling to himself as he went.

When they came to the top, he found a rail to lean against, and looked out over the world. He leaned his full weight forward on the rail carelessly, legs spread far out behind him, arms across the top of the rail, chin digging into his own wrist. Rhythm had been right. They could see the whole City from up there, it seemed.

It was pretty awesome. Still... he wished Amu or Rima were there... to see it with him.

【8-5】

[ New arrivals had a way of making themselves stand out probably; and this young lady was no exception- running down the streets yelling out a number of different things: 'Young Master!' or names like Sebastian, Finny and Baldroy. She's quite obviously in a hurry, which is - for her - a big mistake. Her foot catches on the ground and she goes sprawling forward. Instinctively she reaches for a nearby guard rail to try and catch herself.

...however, rather than help, the poor guard rail is taken out with her, leaving her on the ground on top of the rusty, broken railing.

It only takes a moment for it to sink in. ]

AHHHHHH!! Oh no! Now I've done it--

[ Will you simply watch the poor maid trying (with little luck) to try and put the guard rail back, or will you give her a hand? ]

【5-1】

[ It felt like there was so much to see all around her. From the time she'd arrived, it felt like she'd been running around aimlessly, even though that wasn't necessarily true. She'd taken the opportunity to read the provided information and she understood it well enough in theory, but it did nothing to ease her worries. She had been separated from the young master and the others and that was the only thing she could think about.

For her, this place was the best place to gather her wits. From here, she could see the whole layout of the city and understand it in a way that she probably wouldn't have if she'd continued to run around. She'd put her glasses atop her head to travel up the narrow staircase and to look at the view - which might seem odd in and of itself. She's solemn and serious as she looks out. The distress of her situation is written clearly on her face as she lets it hit her. She has to find the young master and Sebastian as soon as possible. ]

【3-6】

[ There were a lot of people who were hungry and... this place... well, no one was helping them like they should. Perhaps they were simply understaffed... Well, someone had approached her, asking for something and one thing led to another and instinct kicked in and she ended up running about trying to help feed the hungry customers.

Was she supposed to? Probably not. Had anyone stopped her? Not yet, anyway... ]

Train station and Watch talk

[Shiori is officially NOT HAPPY about this. Kidnappings aren't usually an issue anymore. But either someone drugged her or this is the most elaborate kidnapping she has ever heard of. Regardless, whoever did this chose the wrong victim.]

SEBASTIAN! Take me home. THAT'S AN ORDER!

Edited 2015-04-05 04:52 (UTC)

1-1

[ There was much to think of and much to see and no small part of those things were strange and new and altogether disorienting; a still she disembarked from the train, fingers lingering on the cool metal as they did, with a sense of grace. Her steps were slow but altogether without doubt. Arwen's eyes were drawn to the informational posters and so to them she went, gentry reaching up to trace the paths with her finger. From this she could see only the city itself; it did not relay to her information of the surrounding areas or the paths that had lead her here. With just this information, she would not be able to make the journey back. ]

2-3

[ Boots stripped off her feet, Arwen touched the bare sand and felt it squish between her toes pleasantly. Even so, it was cold; it probably hadn't seen the sun in hours, but even so it did not deter her. Rather, it seemed that she welcomed the cool, damp air and the cold, shifting sand. Slowly, drops of water fell. First one, two, three at a time- barely noticeable drips. But slowly, yet surely, more fell. It was not a heavy rain, but it was steady. Arwen held up her hands, welcoming the touch of the rain. And she would remain that way for a long time. ]

9-8

[ Arwen was aware of eyes upon her back; of the soft sound of grass moving under small feet. They are different from the footfalls of humans- and they are advancing at a swift pace, sure and stealthy. Her hand itches at her side. She has a knife on her but if she is correct, there are no fewer than three. Competing evenly with that number of beasts with only this would be impossible. So that meant she needed to reconsider her other options. The park was a very open space. Hiding was not an option. At the edge, there were trees but her chances of making it to them before the beasts could catch her were not ones she would bet upon. Then that left...

Her eyes connected with another person visiting the park.

She had no way of knowing what they were capable of, and yet appealing to them was her best chance at coming out of this fight the clear victor. In her eyes it was clear- she was asking for their assistance. What they would do... she could only wait. ]

[6-1]

[To think that a prince of Hell would be trapped in a city an unable to do anything, once more that it would be in a place as run down and desolate as this. Belial would almost have rather remained isolated in his own castle. The worst part though was that those that entertained him the most were not here, he had simply seen a number of humans and elves which had posed little interest to him.

Sitting in the café it was at least a small reminder of her, and of that place that had captured his attention for all that time.]

I’ll have to find a new way to kill my boredom.

[9-4]
[Well it seemed like the park was certainly a place to see at least a few interesting things, and Belial had taken to watching from one of the trees as the creatures below milled around. Though at the moment it seemed that one person was misfortunate enough to catch their attention, maybe if that unfortunate soul asked for a bit of help he would step in since the creatures feared the demon.]

[5-1]
[Hopefully whoever had been thinking on the balcony of the clocktower didn’t mind the company. It might have seemed that he appeared out of nowhere but Belial took a seat on the edge of the railing looking out over the city where he had recently arrived.]

It’s not very much to look at compared to some places.

[Then it was far better than a number of places that he had visited as well. Still the fresh breath of air outside of the confines of Pandemonium, his palace, was a little refreshing after six decades. Here he might be able to entertain himself for a little while until he could find out who had interfered with his plans and trapped him in this city.]

Edited 2015-04-05 02:36 (UTC)

[Well it was the last smoke that he had, but then when in hell you didn’t think much further than your last smoke anyways. Lighting it up Bernadotte stepped off the train, having half expected to see some cheesy montage of all the moments in his life, a flash of still shots of the moments that he had spent with his men, and the last few months that he had spent at Hellsing. Instead it had been a pleasantly quiet ride.]

Well, I suppose I should be glad I didn’t have to pay the toll to cross the river with that skeletal bastard they go one about.

[Taking a long drag from the cigarette he looked around. He couldn’t help but think of Seras and wonder how she was.]

So I wonder just what kind of hell hole that I’m in now? Guess that this place can’t be quite the same pit as that place, huh Mon cher?

[For anyone who found him, he would look like hell, covered in blood with hair that had been abruptly braided once more and simply tied with a torn piece of cloth.]

[A city that looked half in ruins, people not certain of what to do and a lack of a plan, it was all pretty simple and ordinary. There didn’t seem to be any grand scheme or no masterful war in the work that Schrodinger knew of, and so for now the cat boy simply sat on the edge of the Obelisk singing. Or perhaps it was on the edge of the platform at the train station, even the park and coffe shop, the catboy simply appeared in each singing.]

Es zittern die morschen Knochen,
Der Welt vor dem großen Krieg,
Wir haben den Schrecken gebrochen,
Für uns war's ein großer Sieg.

Wir werden weiter marschieren
Wenn alles in Scherben fällt,
Denn heute da hört uns Deutschland
Und morgen die ganze Welt.

(The rotten bones are trembling,
Of the World before the great War.
We have smashed this terror,
For us a great victory.

We will continue to march,
Even if everything shatters;
Because today Germany hears us,
And tomorrow the whole World.)

1-1

[Morgana's reading the posters, a carefully neutral expression on her face. Another nightmare, perhaps, or this could simply be the product of some sort of illusion. Even so, this architecture is nothing she even remotely recognizes. And this "watch" - how curious. She's seen clocks before, but nothing this small.]

[With no pockets or bag to place it in, Morgana holds on to it for now, unconsciously fidgeting with it as she takes in the rest of her surroundings.]

Someone certainly has a vivid imagination.

5-3

[Just her luck. Of course it starts pouring rain before Morgana's gotten her bearings and she does have to dash around a bit before she finds shelter. By the time she reaches the clocktower, her silks are soaked and her shoes are making this awful squelching sound when she takes a step.]

[She doesn't try the stairs yet - right now Morgana's main concern is wringing water from her hair and clothes. By the looks of things, that's probably going to take her a while.]

((ooc note: canon point is mid-S2))

[Option 7-5]
"Weird holes" didn't particularly inspire a desire to investigate unless you somehow managed to tumble your way into them. At that point you didn't really have much of a choice in the matter as Archie was quick to figure out.

Leaning against a wall, he hissed as he gingerly applied weight to his right foot, biting the inside of his cheek to suppress the urge to scream.

Pongo whined, looking at his human pet worriedly. He needed to get help, but he didn't want to lose Archie either.

"I'm okay, boy. I...ah!" He slid down the wall to the ground, clutching at his injured ankle. "Okay. Maybe not as okay as I thought."

It felt like a bad sprain. Hopefully his self-diagnosis was right.

[Option 2-3]
A walk on the beach with his dog had seemed like such a good idea before now. Then the storm had come up out of nowhere and it'd started pouring.

At least Archie had his lucky umbrella with him. He tried holding it out over Pongo, but the Dalmatian had gleefully bounced around in the wet sand, leaping into each puddle he could find.

"You're getting a bath when we get home," Archie scolded with a smile.

1-1
[Hopefully no one really cared much about the sign out the train station, because as soon as stepped off the train it was one of the first things that Zero took her anger out on. There was a loud reverberating echo as he foot met the wood, splintering it all the way down though somehow it managed to hold together.]

Just what kind of shit is this?!? I don't have time for these kind of games. And if this is supposed to be a vacation they could have at least picked a better location than this dump.

8-4
[Well if she was stuck in this hell-hole she might as well take a look around. Zero didn't have any worries about what she might run across or who the hell was here at the moment. All she wanted was to see where she could find a place to stay and get something to eat. The clicks of the wedges against stone shouldn't have been hard to miss, but then the intoner garb she had on might be just enough of a distraction. Either way she isn't exactly watching where she's going either, so a run in is inevitable.]

[It was another adventure, and must like the last this one was one that Sam had not planned on. Still as he stepped off of the train he found himself in a strange land, no idea as to why he was there or what it was exactly he was supposed to do. This time there was no magical ring to be destroyed, no Frodo for him to tend to or look after, still there had to be a reason why the hobbit was brought here.]

Well you're here now and there is no turning back I s'pose.

[It was an awfully strange place. At least compared to the shire it was, nothing as fancy as the elven cities though. Luckily he had brought plenty of food and enough supplies to last him a few days at least. As for being seen, well it would be quite easy to look over a hobbit standing just over three and half feet, so it'd be quite easy to bump into him.]

a - 3

[ She's only been here a solid ten minutes but may as well find something to do. Like wander into some western bar. If no one is waitering this place, Roxy just figures she'll get it herself, why not. She just... heads right back and starts fixing herself some kind of monstrosity hamburger. When someone walks into the back, she'll just smile. ]

Hey, want one of these? I call it the Ro-Lal Special.

[ It has two hamburger patties poorly cooked, onions, pumpkin spice, french fries, and what may or may not be marshmallow cream between two lovely buns. It comes with a wine glass of grape juice. Can you pass up such an offer? ]

b - 3

[ Who ordered a side of hail with their snow. Roxy doesn't know, but she sure did just get pelted with a chunk of ice the size of a golfball. ]

Ow! What the-- [ Pardon her as she runs by trying to escape the sudden torrent of hail currently raining down upon the city. She may possibly try to use you as a human shield if you're bigger than her 5'5 teen girl self. ] Sup.

c - 6

[ You're just getting a cup of coffee when a girl slides into the seat next to you and starts to casually make conversation. ]

So, come here often?

[ If you're a handsome teen (or older) male there may be a flirtatious lilt to her words, but otherwise she just seems like she wants to chat. > Chat with teen girl? ]

1-1

[She steps off the train, looking shell shocked if anything, and when the train leave she jumps, her pale blonde hair whipping around as she turns. Serenity can feel her heart beating against her chest, a panicked induced fear overtaking her as she takes a few steps back.

The last thing she could remember was speaking with Amir, trying to decide what to do about Markel. They hadn't reached a decision. She'd grown frustrated and left. She'd been on her way home and then...

Well then she woke up on a unfamiliar beast, and at present, stood in an unfamiliar city. Her stomach twisted, bright eyes looking all around.

What was going on?]

8-5

[Walking around with no shoes on can lead to several problems. Serenity has found one of these problems after stepping on what she presumes was a shard from a broken glass bottle. She'd managed to hobble away, taking a seat on the side walk to asset the damange.

She sighs, then, carefully ripping a strip off the end of her dress to make a makeshift bandage. It isn't too bad, it could be worse.]

[8-8]

[If this were the beach, it may not be that strange to see sea life roaming around. A crab, for example, would be very common place.

But this was not the beach.

This was nowhere near the beach, a fact that was troubling the little crustacean quite a bit. How in Triton's name did he get here? Was it the sea witch? He looked all around, peeking out from one corner and scampering as quick as he could towards another place of hiding.

His cover? A leaf, better than lettuce, certainly. His knees were shaking as he tried hard to avoid getting spotted. Where was Ariel? What had that sea witch done now? He had to get back to her. He needed to find the water, get into it, and speak with the king! It should have been the first thing he did when Ariel went and got herself human legs. HUMAN LEGS! The mere idea...

So focused on his plan, Sebastian nearly collided into a boot. He gave a soft "EEP!" and pinched his leaf even closer to his body, shaking. He just prayed he'd make it to water first.]

[The tall man that steps off the train may look at the station as if he has no clue where he is or how he got here (this would be a correct observation) but he doesn't seem to mind much. He feels alive, the thrill of hunt and battle still running hotly in his veins, blood covering him all over, adding a red sheen to the silver star on his breastplate.

So instead of lingering, he walks down the platform and into the city, past the signs, in search of the next battle. Or at least the rest of his party. Either or. The sword that he sheathes as he walks is the only thing on him that has been cleaned of blood, and really, he couldn't care less.

His strides are long and vibrant, and the only reason why he doesn't call out for friend and enemy is that orcs know how to do ambushes and he'd rather not die by an arrow from a hidden bow. But he still grins. A couple more days before they have to return and do politics again, and he bets that this apparently abandoned Sindarin city holds at least a few orcs' nests.

Celegorm is hunting alone now, and that means a state of mind that is very different from dealing with groups in battle or hunt. A lot more instinctive and feral, paying a lot less attention to details that don't directly relate to the hunt itself. It's a special kind of high, and it is a kind of high that he loves and relishes.]

Edited 2015-04-09 19:22 (UTC)

(ooc: good with prose or brackets, defaults to present tense.)

arrival:

The woman who steps off the strange, metal carriage is not, in fact, dressed as a proper lady of her era and status should be. Instead of a fancy gown and corset (which she has vowed to never wear again), her slim frame is concealed beneath men's clothing: shirt, trousers, a rather disreputable jacket and tricorn hat, and boots that have likewise seen better days. There's also a baldric slung across her torso, at the end of which hangs a properly sheathed sword.

From the look on her face, this is not where she expected to be.

"... There had best be a good explanation for this."

black stallion:

[ Events like this call for something stronger than water. Not rum, that would only bring Jack down on her head (because somehow, no matter where either of them happen to be, the moment rum is introduced into a situation, so is he), but something near that strength. Finding out one is effectively stranded on yet another island calls for a hell of a lot of alcohol.

Even if she has to fetch it herself.

Liz gives up after ten minutes of waiting for service, and hopes over the counter to start reading bottle labels in hopes of finding something decent. ]

wildcard:

[ choose your own adventure with the future pirate king. ]

Edited 2015-04-09 16:07 (UTC)

Option 8-1, maybe a bit of 4

[Elsa decided against using the watch until she could get a better sense of her surroundings, In hindsight, it probably wasn't a good idea to stop so abruptly in the middle of the street, but Elsa's heels just aren't doing very well on the cobblestones.]

[Luckily for her, turning heels into something more sensible is an easy fix - a quick wave of the hand and a mental image of more comfortable shoes should do it. Elsa forgets, for once, to check her surroundings before making the wardrobe adjustment - it's amazing what a year outside of self-imposed isolation will do.]

There. Much better.

[It would be quite easy for someone to have seen her wielding a strange blue energy - just as easy, in fact, as someone accidentally stepping on her cape.]

[ somewhere on the streets is a lost girl in a frilly, cute sailor collar dress with copious amounts of tulle underneath the skirt. She has on a huge beach hat but suddenly the weather gets all wild and the wind picks up and there goes the girl's hat! ]

Uwaa! My hat!

[ Watch ]

You realize this is completely ridiculous, don't you? [ She's talking into a pocket watch. While that may not seem any stranger than waking up on a train in a strange town to some of you, it's downright weird to Supergirl. When Supergirl thinks you're weird you're definitely doing something wrong. ]

What is this, a steampunk thing? Wonderland? That clock guy? What was he called? Not Calendar Man... Clock King? Seriously, of all the things you could use as a magical communication device, you went with pocket watch?

[ The Park ]

[ The girl who is still disguised as Supergirl can be found stomping around town, trying to convince herself that none of this is real and she's going to wake up any minute now back in her parents' house in Leesburg. She is not going to get any happier as time passes. ]

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