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

[digiorno]

Well, neither have I. [Although he has kidnapped people, tralala.] There are just a lot of mixed messages going around. And I tend to trust people more when they don't facilitate regular torture.

Besides, up front isn't really the word. There's a sort of . . . mythology around here. Again, unnecessary. I'd much prefer a list of demands.

[callbacks]

Mythology.

[Dave's voice flattens over the word. Seriously, universe. This shit again? Seriously?]

And torture? Dude, you can't drop something like that in casual conversation and not go over it.

[digiorno]

Is this a casual conversation? I thought we were talking about your second-weirdest day ever while carefully avoiding the fact that whatever you saw in your reflection deeply unsettled you.

[Buuut he's still smiling? And he sure sounds casual? So who knows.]

Psychological, not phys-- well. Not intentionally physical. The last one stole memories; we had to fight to get them back.

[callbacks]

[Oh well look at this, this is Dave shifting his weight uncomfortably and CONTINUING TO AVOID THAT, thank you.]

Memories? That's. Weird.

[Why would anything want memories for? What is the point? Why can't everything just be simple, like Jack and Lord English just wanting to kill everyfuckingthing that breathes because they're evil douchebags?]

Was the fighting bad? I was kinda hoping for a sabbatical on that front. Like, a forever one.

[digiorno]

[See, that is his main problem with this place. There's nobody who makes a good enemy. Like the last dude he had a fight was named Diavolo. After fighting the devil, rumor wars are just . . . not that much.]

It was distressing. [Which he says like he's saying "I like cookies, but only with milk," or "The weather's overcast today". Distressing, like it doesn't matter.] In part because we didn't know what pieces we were missing, so we couldn't plan for what we might come up against; the "enemies" were reflections of what we'd lost.

[He rolls his eyes.]

It was all very symbolic. But from a pure combat perspective, no. I've definitely fought worse.

[callbacks]

Oh, shit, no. That legit sounds like it sucks balls, I'm glad I missed that.

[He can only fucking IMAGINE how bad his weird amnesiac boss fight would be like. Shit. It'd definitely have a sword.]

It's like that all the time?

[digiorno]

Mm, no. Most of the time it's just . . . weird and empty. Boring, if you stay away from the monsters, and that's easy enough to do.

[He sort-of grins.]

Quiet, too quiet. You know?

[callbacks]

I'm sort of extensively familiar with the feeling at this point, yeah.

[...]

But an actual atmosphere over my head and the notable lack of handsy aliens getting all up in my grill is new. I could maybe get used to it, interminable boringness and random torturegames or not. Are there movies, at least?

[digiorno]

There's no electricity.

[This is the face of suffering.]

[callbacks]

[GASP!]

No.

[DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNNNN.]

[digiorno]

Unfortunately, it's true.

[It takes?? so long??? to do his hair without a hairdryer????]

[callbacks]

How do people live.

[He literally??? Comes from a computer game?????]

[digiorno]

It's been an adjustment.

[A HORRIBLE ADJUSTMENT]

There are people here who come from the 1800s? But still. I don't come from the 1800s.

[callbacks]

I literally couldn't exist without computers. Computers made me. I. How do people make food?

[digiorno]

[What. OH.]

Stoves. You have to make food on stoves. [LIKE IN THE OLDEN DAYS.]

[callbacks]

...

...

Is that what the stove is for.

[Christ, suddenly so much makes sense...]

[digiorno]

[Oh god.]

It is. Fire comes out of it.

. . . You might need help settling in, if that's news to you.

[callbacks]

[His voice drops for a moment to a mutinous mutter.]

Not my fault our kitchen was a nonfunctional puppet dick deathtrap.

[BUT ANYWAY.]

Can't we, like, reverse engineer some modern shit? I mean, you're from 2001 and I'm from 2012, there's gotta be other people that actually, like, know how to do stuff.

[digiorno]

[What - you know what, no. THAT IS HIS LIMIT. He holds up his hand. Cease.]

Puppet dick deathtrap.

[Explain your ass.]

[callbacks]

Nnrrrggnnffh.

[Could Dave look less enthusiastic to talk about this? Debatable.]

My bro collected puppets. And also assorted live weaponry. And mostly left it all lying around the house for my prepubescent past self to fall ass-first into.

[Or, you know. Deliberately set booby traps for his prepubescent past self to fall ass-first into.]

...

There were cherry bombs in the ice dispenser.

[digiorno]

[Bro . . .]

[He looks - confused for a moment, understandably so, but not for the normal reasons, because - well. Childhood homes do not necessarily make safe havens; that doesn't surprise him. But live weaponry.]

[He's abruptly very curious, wants to know - how old was he? Did he give a reason, or not? What was he like, angry or distant or just calm? And some of that curiosity is communicated in the slight tip of his head, the way his expression is just a little too sharp, but most of it stays buttoned up tight, as things usually do with Giorno.]

. . . You must have gotten very good at dodging.

[That seems to be all he has to say on the matter. Is that tact or politics?]

Reverse-engineering might be possible, but there's no electrical grid, so we'd have to start there. And I have to tell you I have no idea how to set up a direct current.

[callbacks]

[It could be tact or politics or a tap-dancing bear for all Dave cares, he bails on that topic like it's the Titanic and he's that asshole who pretended to be a little crying girl's father to get on the lifeboats. Good-bye, whichever character(s) might represent Bro's inescapable looming shadow over his life. Maybe the ship itself? Maybe the iceberg.

Whatever. He's just gonna move on.]

I mean, I don't know anything about that stuff either, but if it was that hard, like, people wouldn't've been able to do it in the first place. Doesn't it have something to do with kites?

[Dave, you are not Benjamin Franklin. Stop.]

[digiorno]

Um.

[Okay, but Giorno is not Benjamin Franklin either.]

I think there was a key on a kite. And an elephant?

[No, that was Thomas Edison. You're just confused now.]

[callbacks]

An elephant...

[Yeah, nope, Dave is just accepting this.]

Man, colonial Philadelphia must've been one hell of a trip.

[digiorno]

Maybe someone from colonial Philadelphia will show up to give us pointers. I really don't know where to start.

Unless you want to stand out in a thunderstorm with a kite. [#dubious]