November 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. EVENTS - 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

[morality_pet]

1

There's a dusty, dirty little girl in a poor peasant's kimono who stumbles wide eyed off the train, turning back to look at it and hug herself in confusion and some fear. Closer inspection will reveal that the kimono is made of silk, and despite the dirt, her hair is neatly combed and tied with a fine silk ribbon. She does not speak.

8

Later, she'll be found running around and peeking curiously in doors and staring in the window of shops, pressed against the glass with her mouth open in a soundless "oooh" of wonder. She'll shy away from anyone who approaches too suddenly or aggressively, but otherwise shows no fear of anyone.

9

The first sound she makes is when she is playing happily in the park, only to be ambushed by wolves - a sobbing gasp as she backs away, trembling and wide-eyed.

"Sesshoumaru-sama!"

Or chose your own adventure!

/steps in late

[earlofphantoms]

He can't, in good conscience, leave a little girl on her own. Despite his own confusion, Vincent tucks his newly acquired pocket-watch away and approaches her, smiling.

"You look to be the age of my son." maybe younger? "What is your name?"

For her sake, he kneels down, keeping a safe distance.

Zack Fair / Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core

[heroespride]

1-2

[One minute he’d been walking along the market in Sector 5, the next he was on a train.

Zack jolted to his feet, looking left and right in utter confusion. Was this another training module? But that didn’t make any sense. He was sure he’d just been outside; he’d been talking to Aerith. There was no way any of that could have been part of a training module, and to double check he raises his hands to the sides of his head to see if the visor was in place. It wasn’t, of course it wasn’t, because he wasn’t in any simulation.

But if that was the case, where was he? With a frown he waited for the train to stop, hoping off it and onto the platform. Instinctively his hand moved to the hilt of his sword, scanning the empty platform until his gaze landed on the helpful posters that lined the station.]

Ruby City…? [He let go of his weapon, hands moving to pat his pockets until he found the mentioned pocket watch, hitting the record option by accident. Soon the Network is greeted to a very puzzled face.] Maybe I hit my head harder than I thought…?

[His eyes flicker back to the posters, then the watch and it’s then that he seems to realize it’s on. There’s a brief moment of surprised before he straightens his shoulders.]

Right, uh, hello? This is Zack Fair, SOLDIER 1st Class, reporting in. Could someone please explain what's going on here? Or maybe point me in the direction of Shinra? [He's about to turn the watch off when another thought strikes him. His eyes widen, the previous questions momentarily forgotten.] Wait, actually. Has anyone seen a young woman named Aerith? She’s about this tall- [an estimated gesture of height] – and has brown hair in a braid with a pink bow? I was just with her...

8-1

[After getting an explanation for things on the watch Zack has taken to exploring the city itself. It's not hard to navigate after a little while, and soon he manages to remember certain places or things to help him along the way.

Honestly, he's not sure what to make of any of this. He pauses outside on of the empty storefronts, rubbing the back of his neck. He had to get home, that much he knew, but how?

Feel free to bother him while he thinks, or perhaps catch him while he's walking around!]

(young) Elwing | That historical Tolkien book no one wants to read

[whitestarfoam]

[arrival / video]

[The young girl that steps off the train isn't like most arrivals. She's, obviously, younger than most, probably just barely fifteen and wearing a dress more fitting for summer. The chill doesn't seem to bother her much though. What bothers her is that her parents necklace is missing and she knows she had it on before coming to on the strange metal carriage.

Looking around the train station, frantic, she finds the watch and flicks it open. It starts recording.]

Hello? Aunt Galadriel? Uncle Celeborn? Hello?

[wildcard]

[anything, literally anything, goes]

[brightseastar]

Elwing...? {They have only met once, but he knows. He knows her.} Are you -

The station, right? {He is on his way! The scenery flies by rapidly.}

Henry Mills | Once Upon a Time | Returned

[truestsweeper]

[As Henry stepped off the train, he noted the posters and made sure to read them. They seemed familiar for a moment until he had a blast of memories appear within his mind. The Keyblade which he could wield only here appeared in his hand for a moment before disappearing and all Henry could do was brace himself against the wall until the moment had passed. Shaking his head slightly to clear his mind, he patted his pockets looking for the watch he now knew he would have.

Quickly flicking it onto the video function, he smiled at the camera in his strange new clothes spoke with confidence.]

Well Ruby City, I'm back. Bad timing as always but I'm back. If anyone remembers me and can fill me in with that I might have missed while gone, I'd appreciate it. I'll be heading over to Mr Gold's shop if you want meet me in person.

Thanks.

Dave Strider | Homestuck

[callbacks]

Clocktower; 1 and/or 4

[Staircase? Pfft. We don't do stairs in the House of Strider. Denuntiabamus de gradibus, frater.

After a little nonplussed wandering and general existential uncertainty, Dave's floated up to the top of the Clocktower--literally. He hovers in front of the big clock face, a gangly figure in an impressive cape, hands in his pajama pockets. He watches the evening city below, gaze moving slowly from street to street, from dispersing knot of activity to lights in the windows. There's not a whole lot of expression to be read off his face, but he seems more perplexed than anything else.

Of course, then the bell sounds the hour right behind his head.]

Fuck--!

[Those passing by the Clocktower this fine evening may find, instead of startled birds settling down at the front of the structure, an ungainly tumble of gangly limbs, cape, and distressed swearing dropping out of the sky to land in an awkward stumble on the cobbles, hands clapped over his ears. He reels, half-deafened, and his voice comes out too loud.]

Jesus's zombie ballsack, does the shit parade never just pull over for drinks?

[He's. Not really looking where he's going.]

Watch: Text

desperate noob question but im an orphan child in need of essentials and the supermarket wasnt listed on the flyers
anyway food shelter aj
that stands for apple juice and is the most important item on that list
my needs fuckin mighty where can i get the goods
also
how can i get netflix on this thing and does someone have an account i can mooch on
ty

clocktower!!

[digiorno]

[. . . You know. It probably says a lot about Giorno's life, both here and at home, that when he looks up on one of his daily proprietary walks around the city and sees a kid on top of the clocktower with a cape fluttering in the light breeze and a look of extreme chill, he's not even slightly surprised. No, he just pauses and watches Dave watching the city with mild curiosity.]

[And he doesn't even laugh when the bell tolls and Dave flops to the ground without getting even slightly hurt, by all appearances. The only thing that gets even the slightest reaction - a minute raise of his eyebrows - is the phrase "Jesus's zombie ballsack". Wow.]

[Dave's about an eighth of a second from colliding with him when he just. Puts out his hand and puts it on his shoulder in a Very Definitive Way. Do not run into the don.]

Are you all right? [Said in that tone, you know, the one that says "I'm not laughing at you, but it's really fucking hard."]

clocktower!!

[doreimi]

[...Wow. Were that slightly less of a dramatic entrance, she might actually have a remark to offer about being completely fine with having guys fall for her but they probably shouldn't take it so literally; as it is, that sure is a guy who just went clocktower to cobblestones in a matter of seconds, which means that's her cue to book it over and make sure he's hopefully not dead.

Which is a thing she's very qualified to judge, all things considered.

So she rushes over as fast as her sandaled feet can carry her, with her golden retriever bounding along at her side, and when she reaches Dave she's kneeling down in an instant (quite the nimble feat, in a skirt that relatively short) to investigate.]

Hey! Oh my god, mister, are you okay? Hey, speak to m—

[...]

...Okay, it sounds like you hit your head pretty badly...

["Jesus's zombie ballsack", indeed.]

Clocktower!

[serenesuccessor]

[Naomi had only been in the city one or two days now, meaning she was still trying to gain her bearings as she wandered around the city. She was also still wearing a leather motorcycle jacket that was clearly too big for her, pushed up to her elbows, and her purple knit fingerless gloves. So far the only two places she could find without getting lost was the Clocktower and Obelisk.

She was on her way to the Clocktower when the bells began to chime and actually looked up to see the time when she first heard them.

When she saw someone dropping from the sky her eyes widened. A tiny scream escaped her throat as she ran forward, not even thinking as she threw her hand out. She's not quick enough to catch Dave when he lands awkwardly, but a few teal colored crystal stalagmites soon seem to appear from nowhere to help him keep his balance when he stumbles.]

Are you okay!? [Naomi's voice is frantic as the seventeen year old rushes forward, a soft glow coming off from the back of her hand, only slightly muted by her gloves.] I-I think I know where the clinic is if you broke anything!

Ava Ire | Ava's Demon

[wrathiava]

[Arrival]

[Ava's arrival is... let's say 'different' from most arrivals. She stumbles off the train wearing a strange pair of spectacles, that she rightfully shouldn't be able to see through but manages fine. That's not the strange part though. What's strange is that her skin almost looks like boiling lava.]

Uh... O-Odin? Wrathia?

[Her clothes are pretty well torn up, at least the red dress is but she's wearing a blue jacket over it, much too large for her to make up for it.]

[Black Stallion (OMG FOOD)]

[It feels like it's been forever since Ava's had anything to eat, Really it's barely been a day and a lot of that time she'd been unconscious or sleeping. Once they'd gotten to Titan Headquarters though it had caught up her her. So making it to Ruby City, her stomach was grumbling and clenching and demanding food.

Thankfully, Ava has come across the local bar. Obviously she's too young to drink (not that it had stopped Maggie from drinking up at Gil's place) but that's not what she's there for. No, the smell of freshly made food draws her in.

Anyone that finds her there will see her tearing into a burger and fries and a soda.]

[wildcard]

[Have at her.]

dio brando | jjba

[kicksdogs]

[ a - let's bully the twelve year old ]

[If you happen to be walking through the town square casually there is a very high chance you'll be one of the lucky many to bear witness to a young, blonde boy in clothing that looks like a page out of the 1880s being chased down by a very, very large and angry dog. If you don't recognize him then the irony of this situation is probably lost on you.

If you happen to be unfortunate you may be one of the few he shoves out of the way harshly in his desperation to lose the dog's mad eye on him. For a twelve year old he's pretty vicious about it too.]

Move!

[ b - like a drowned gutter rat ]

[Today's just not looking up for this poor kid! A sudden rainstorm catches him by surprise and before he can reach cover he's already drenched to the bone.

Still, he stubbornly stands under the awning of a closed shop with his arms tensely folded over his chest and represses his shivering as much as he can all the while glaring at anyone who even glances at him. If looks could kill, etc etc...]

a

[digiorno]

[Okay, wow, way to be aggro, small child?? Whatever - Giorno doesn't even lose his balance, because of course he fucking doesn't, just half-spins on his heel to grab Mystery Boy by the collar and reaches out to the dog with the other hand.]

[The dog, of course, stops in his tracks, because Doctor Doolittle here does not fuck around.]

What are you so angry about? [To the dog, not Dio. Obviously.]

this is the most pretentious tag i have ever written

[sinfamous]

[Do you believe in gravity?

Enrico Pucci does. He has seen countless scenes of everyday hardships, one more boy shivering in the rain should not warrant any special feelings of pity, yet as he strolls past the boy safely under his umbrella he cannot stop himself from looking back. He can't pinpoint what calls out to him. He looks like any other hapless street urchin.... Except for that look in his eyes has a fire behind it that reminds him of someone.

Oh a whim the priest turns easily and walks directly up to Dio. He does not shy back from appraising him, from his strange clothes to searching his face of every eerily familiar characteristic. Whatever he sees, Pucci tilts his umbrella forward to bump lightly against the edge of the awning. A silent invitation for him to join and walk if he wants.]

An unfortunate day to be caught out in the rain, child.

[There's no edge of mocking in his voice. For all the world he simply appears to be a concerned man of God.]

A; BANGS POTS AND PANS LOUDLY

[beatofmyblood]

[This is not the reunion he expected.

If he ever saw Dio again, he expected it to be in the very shadow of death, with a sacrifice he's been told will end their fates together - at least, for a time. Jonathan Joestar expected to see Dio with a face as pale as moonlight, fangs glinting in the firelight, sinewy neck torn away from his body by desperation and force.

Jonathan Joestar did not expect a fading memory from his younger years. He's grown since then, matured from an entitled child to a man others could respect as a true gentleman. This boy has stopped time, and Jonathan snaps his head around to look twice at the scene in question. The irony present in this situation hits him like a sledgehammer, but this man plays rugby, and it takes a lot more than the body weight of a twelve year-old to shove him to the side.

This is the boy who will kill him. This is the boy who will threaten the very fate of his family someday, but this is before his life took a turn for the bizarre. He knows by now that Dio never cared for him as a friend or a brother, but the boy he's looking at is no longer a monster.

He's human again.]

D--Dio?!

[He can't explain how this feels. He can't explain how any of this feels.]

B i can't believe this is happening

[hitthebeat]

[ Oh boy and if the day couldn't get any worse better, Dio can be greeted with the towering sight of a fancily dressed young-looking woman with a black umbrella and– what are those, sunglasses?

Lisa Lisa just kind of looms over the glaring kid for a good while in silence, paying mind to how familiar his petulant gaze looks. Did he just stumble into the city? Is he alone? Because her instincts are telling her to keep her distance, but then again; he's a kid. It kind of strikes a chord. ]

Come here.

[ It's not really a sweet tone, but not a flagrant demand, either. However, hamom usually means business so her mind seems to be made up about not letting him drop dead on the street. ]

enrico pucci | jjba

[sinfamous]

[a. the minor fall]

[2... 3... 5... 7....

After it all Pucci was drained. So much had occurred and so much obscured by the simple action of arriving in a town he had no recollection of. He hardly knew what his own Stand was anymore in this period of change and here he was. In Ruby City.

11... 13... 17... 19...

He stumbles through the streets. The information provided at the train station had been unsatisfactory to say the least. He needed to get there. He could not risk losing this chance to reach Heaven. He would walk there on his own two feet if he had to. Except even his feet were not the most diligent allies at the moment he realizes as his foot catches on the uneven cobble tumbling directly into a stranger. He catches himself against the other on reflex but hurried pushes away while bowing his head.]

Ah- I am terribly sorry. How clumsy of me.

[God damn it. He did not have time for pleasantries right now. His time was slipping away from him and he needed to go- As soon as Pucci rights himself he tries to move forward once more. Focused only on his goal. He was not defeated yet.

23... 29... 31... 37...]

[b. the major lift]

[Pucci has taken some time to rest, to collect himself. Even if he cannot accept the fact that he is stuck in this city there is also nothing he can do about it and he was not one to uselessly waste energy.

With nowhere to go he gravitates towards the cathedral in the center of town. No one could say that Pucci was not a pious man. He is remarkably unobtrusive, seated on a bench to the side of the great hall with head bowed. To the casual observer they might assume he is praying and he very well could be. After all, isn't a man alone with his thoughts another form of prayer in its own right?

Despite the private display he is wearing a priest's garb and as one he is always open to talking with his fellows. It was a habit that was hard to break even when one is feeling lost themselves, so anyone that stares for too long or approaches he will make eye contact with. Come talk with him if you wish.]

A :')

[digiorno]

[Giorno is always walking. When he isn't fighting or governing or planning something, anyway - he's always walking. His goal is to know this city well enough that he can walk it in the middle of the night with his eyes closed and his ears plugged, and truth be told he's very close to achieving that goal.]

[Part of being aware of your surroundings is being aware of the people nearby, of course. So he's aware of the man coming towards him - he recognizes the garb of a priest, even if it's a little unconventional - and is completely prepared to nod and let the obviously troubled man pass without speaking to him, but then. Well.]

[Man, people run into each other a lot around here, don't they.]

[Still, at this point - at this point it's obvious that the man who's run into him isn't well, in body or in mind, and so he reaches out to grab his shoulder, even though he obviously wants to leave. This is not, it should be noted, out of the goodness of his heart. Letting someone obviously troubled walk away without at least the offer of help is a bad first impression. He doesn't make bad first impressions.]

[So.]

No, that was my fault. Are you all right, Padre?

[This will probably go fine.]

b

[blackmass]

[Was he really alone at all?]

[The sound of quiet steps on a wooden floor would interrupt the silence of the poorly lit cathedral, their source a man in the pitch black of a priest's clothing under a long purple coat. He walked in slow but long strides, coming to a gradual stop when he noticed Pucci and turned dark eyes on his fellow man of God with an unreadable smile.]

Good afternoon. It's rare that I find others having made their way here.

[...and oddly, he spoke in a voice remarkably like Pucci's own.]

Narancia Ghirga | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

[volare_via]

[hello hello]

He coughs, face pressed against the glass, reddened by the way he's been leaning on it. He doesn't know how he got here, but he knows that he and his soul weren't so intact just moments ago. He felt the world drift away, and he knew it wasn't coming back.

"So why the fuck am I on a train?"

It's spoken to himself, idly, alone, but it makes him no less surly about the entire ordeal. If a tree falls in the forest, does it still make a noise? If he yells at nothing, is it real? He's not sure. The train slows, then stops, and he steps out onto the platform, looking around with a frown. This ain't Italy.

"Seriously, what the fuck? Hello?"

Narancia Ghirga, age 17. The scene repeats as he gets to various lonely locations...


[chow time]
[Do you work here? Do you look like you're generally competent about things in the area? Are you anywhere near the counter? Like... do you exist?

Narancia just walks right on up, looking around like he knows what's going on... Protip, he doesn't. He's a little out of sorts, anyway, so please pity him and his crestfallen face.]

I guess this place has pizza... Man, I haven't had any since I got here...

[So... hook him up with some?]


[video stuffs]

[Looking shiftily to the side, Narancia's lips are pressed together, somewhere between complete stubborn resistance and a pout. After a full minute, he finally takes a little breath and looks like the most put-out brat in the world.]

I'M SORRY.

[Another breath, and he looks back over his shoulder at someone.]

THERE. I SAID IT. GIVE IT BACK.

scoots in here pardon the icons

[zigazagah]

You're so predictable, Narancia.

[s i g h. it's a comfort, knowing that nothing has changed and that Narancia will continue to be Narancia, but Trish knows roughly none percent more about their current circumstance than he does.

so what the hell, she's gonna go for some pizza too.]

Let's get some for the others. I'm sure Buccellati won't say no. [a faint smile.] What kind should we get?

video

[pracao]

[bwha]

You're- sorry?

A-Are you alright?

[digiorno]

You know, hearing someone repeatedly yelling what the fuck should not be comforting. It really shouldn't. And for a second Giorno actually can't place why it's comforting, because he's thought about it but also tried really hard not to think about it. Why hope?

And yet.

Sometimes he comes to the train station just in case - just in case this time the city brings him three for three. Just in case. And today. Well. There he is, isn't he.

What the fuck indeed.

So, even though the chances of him getting stabbed in the stomach for this are pretty high, he reaches out and grabs Narancia's arm as he goes past. Why not? He's a little bit speechless, for once in his life, and even if he gets stabbed, he can fix it. No big deal.

azmaria hendric | chrno crusade

[pracao]

[ a - train station ]

[She wakes up on the train when she should have woken up on a plane and her surprise sends her running off the platform in a panic.]

R-Rosette... Rosette! Father Remington! [Now off the train she spins around and takes in her new environment with widened eyes. It all hits her like a wave. Did something happen while she was asleep?

Distracted, she doesn't even see how close she is to running into someone until she actually bumps into them. Azmaria squeaks and bounces back.] I'm so sorry-!

[ b - coffee joint ]

[Sitting inside the coffee shop is a small relief from the cold weather outside. She takes up a table near the window with the pocket watch she found in her pocket earlier laid out on the table.

Of all things why a pocket watch...

She picks it open and runs a thumb lightly over the buttons inside.] Oh Rosette...

b

[digiorno]

[She's so teeny-tiny, what the hell. Why does this place bring in children? It makes him want to punch stuff. Or write it a sternly-worded letter.]

[Anyway, he's perpetually here, so he makes his way over to her after giving her a little space and sets a mug of hot chocolate down on the table in front of her.]

Are you all right?

Pannacotta Fugo | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

[purple_haze]

2

[If hesitation could be conveyed through text, this was it.]

I'm not going to ask questions about where I am. I'm only going to ask questions that those who I'm seeking will understand.

1. Passione. The name should be enough to draw who I'm looking for out.
2. Stands. If this doesn't mean anything to you, don't worry about it.

Don't waste my time.

8-8

The streets were unfamiliar to Fugo. They were unlike the streets back in Italy. They were strange and everything put him on edge. He felt uneasy and he'd felt that way ever since arriving in this place. Trains made him uncomfortable, to say the least.

The last thing he remembered was getting back in Giorno's graces. He had wept openly in front of the young gang leader. It was hard to be welcomed back like that, but he didn't hate it. He hated the circumstances that lead up to it -- his overthinking. He hated how he felt abandoned. Feelings of helplessness at the deaths of the people he trusted. Calling Abbacchio a "friend" was not right -- a trusted team member, yes, but not a friend. Narancia, though...that was a friend. One he felt responsible for. Buccellati, too...No, not responsible for him, but something else. There was an emptiness inside.

Speaking of overthinking, a creeping feeling came over Fugo. Was he being followed? He didn't stop walking because he knew better than that; never let the one trailing you know you noticed. He pretended not ignore the feeling and kept going. He did allow a glance over his shoulder. Nonchalant...as nonchalant as he could be, anyway. Keep moving, don't let them know. Keep your guard up.

Or choose your own!

[OOC: I am playing him post-Purple Haze Feedback, meaning he knows the events of part 5.]

2

[digiorno]

[Narrows. Eyes. This could either be a really good thing, or something absurdly terrible. The text-based introduction did not lend any confidence, honestly.]

What is the date for you?