[January] 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

joseph joestar | jjba

[nextlineis]

a. got 99 problems and a pocketwatch is definitely one

ojiklmojiklm.,nojklm ,./lk;jopi

[No, don't worry. That's not all you get. You also get a lovely shot of a pillar at the train station. Then it cuts out. Oh wait, we're back again. This time it's the ground with a lovely boot in the shot. Almost there. Maybe. Ah, the video cuts out again.]

oimkjnbhifdgiojklnm,

[Mysterious... What does it mean? Maybe this is one of those modern art pieces you just can't understand. Or maybe this idiot just doesn't know what he's doing and you get a brief glimpse of him from the eyes up before the pocketwatch takes a long fall onto the ground. He clears his throat and bends down to pick it up.]

Whoops...

b. so eat it, just eat it

[Priorities. You know who has them? This guy.]

[That's why he's got quite the impressive spread on his table. The moment he found out he doesn't have to pay for a damn thing outside of a favor (or whatever), he just loaded up with as much food as they could possibly fit. Will he be able to eat it all? Possibly. Will he be sick as hell from this later? Oh yeah. Definitely. But it'll be worth it. Joseph cracks his knuckles with a wide grin.]

[Buckle up, ladies and gentlemen. You're about to witness firsthand Joestar table manners. (Read: He doesn't really have any to speak of. Joestar table manners are literally the opposite of that. Just ask his grandfather.)]

c. you better run, you better hide

[Note to self: don't antagonize the wildlife. That's a bad, bad idea. Fortunately, Joseph knows how to hoof it. And how to drag other people into his messes. Even if that's not his intention. Still, it's only fair as he goes barreling past that he offers the warning:]

I wouldn't go that way if I were you!

[He's not looking back and he wouldn't recommend you look forward. In fact, you should just turn and follow him. That's probably a safer bet from whatever the hell he's managed to piss off this time.]

a

[mylegacy]

[Nope, sorry, Caesar isn't patient enough to wait for the forehead glimpse. He is tired of these peasants and their shitty texts. Tired! Of! Them!]

STOP DOING THAT

[nextlineis]

[Fuck you, you're not his real mom.]

[Although it appears temporarily effective because there is nothing for a very long time. Mostly because Joseph sees there's a message, but how does one...? Hmm...]

[Don't worry. He'll get it eventually.]

DOING WHAT I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING

[mylegacy]

OBVIOUSLY NOT

[Why could it not just stop? He's having the worst day. Go away. Get back on the train. Leave.]

[nextlineis]

HOW DO I MAKE IT STOP DOING THE LEtters wait i figured it out never mind

[Did he? Did he really?]

[mylegacy]

[We honestly all doubt it at this point.]

What an idiot.

b; i couldn't resist weird al

[beatofmyblood]

[By an incredible stroke of luck - or perhaps Hamon users attracting other Hamon users - Jonathan happens to be brewing a pot of tea in the same time and place. When he glances over at the other tables, trying to figure out where to sit, his eyes immediately fixate on the strange man who seems to have an absolutely massive appetite.

Here's the thing - Jonathan's only seen Joseph Joestar as a 67 year-old man. The features of the boy in front of him certainly look familiar, yes - but not enough to pin him as his grandson from first glance. For now, he'll simply sit at the table beside him, setting down the tea platter delicately.

He's at least learned some manners. And, just to be polite, what better way to strike up a conversation than with tea?]

Pardon me, sir. Would you happen to like a cup?

i'm so glad you noticed the weird al

[nextlineis]

[Well, at least one of them knows for certain what the other looks like. Except. You know. Joseph's not willing to readily believe that a guy who died way before he was even born is somehow sitting down at the next table over offering him a cup of tea. So, he actually stops in his eating altogether for a very long stare because he's trying very, very hard to pick out the differences between the scant photographs in his memory and the man sitting at the next table over.]

[There has to be some differences because this is utterly impossible. He both does and doesn't wish that Granny was here right now because on the one hand, she'd know right away, wouldn't she? On the other, it seems cruel having her look at someone who looks so much like the man she lost decades ago and see that it's not him no matter how close the resemblance may be. Maybe his memory is just faulty and he's just superimposing the man over the photographs. That's gotta be it...]

[With the way Joseph's staring, it could just be easily misinterpreted as basic confusion or maybe he didn't hear what the offer was exactly because he was too busy stuffing his face, and is currently trying to piece it together enough to cobble an acceptable response. He finally seems to remember to swallow his last bite and wipes at this mouth with the back of his hand.]

Um...sure... [Joseph answers slowly.]

[It's impossible, right? It has to be.]

it's my special stand ability - polka power

[beatofmyblood]

[Jonathan is a little perplexed by how long it takes to find an answer to his very simple question - but then again, he thinks, it could just be that this young man hasn't had tea many times before in his life. Not only that, he must remember that he's offering this as a complete stranger! It would have been perfectly natural for him to decline, but he's rather grateful that he gets to share his afternoon beverage with a potential new friend.

He'll make small talk as he's pouring a cup.]

Do you drink tea often? It all depends on how you brew it, of course, but I'm quite a fan of a spot of milk with mine.

i'm duly impressed!

[nextlineis]

[Joseph is only half-listening to the small talk. A) He's never had much patience for small talk (how many times did he whine at Granny Erina about how utterly bored he was during any sort of social gathering until he got promises it would be over soon?) and B) that does not feel all that important right now because he's still trying to determine whether or not his eyes are playing tricks on him.]

Ssoooometimes, [he says, turning in his chair to face him better. Does he test the waters here? He definitely can't just ask outright, that's too weird. But maybe if he just... Hmm... Dropping a few names seems the best way. Either he'll recognize them or he won't. If he doesn't, then it's definitely not who he thinks it is. If he does, however... Joseph almost doesn't want to because if it isn't, it shouldn't be as disappointing as it feels it might be. But if it is, then he doesn't know what he should do. Would the guy even believe he's got a grandson? Does he know he's dead? Jesus Christ, Joseph is not the best person to be handling this. But. Okay.] Granny Erina would usually insist upon it whenever Uncle Speedwagon came for a visit from America.

[beatofmyblood]

[Jonathan's muscles freeze in place the moment the names of his lover and his closest friend reach his ears.

He almost can't believe it - he knows what it means, but he runs through countless dates in his head anyway, generously plotting out how long they both could live without thinking of the word death, thinking back to countless history books to remember the war that will take his son's life, noticing that all the dates piece together, like some long-forgotten scrapbook of a family struggling to stay alive. There's so much to think about, so much to consider in those names, wondering if she was ever happy and if it was ever a thought in his mind to take a moment for himself--

Joseph is supremely lucky his grandfather manages to find himself again before scalding tea starts overflowing from the cup..]

Y-You must be...! But how?!

a

[hitthebeat]

[ you know she's pretty sure there's some modern iconic line somewhere about having your mother's eyes and all so hello person who can't hold a pocket watch straight yours look kind of?? familiar? ]

[ maybe it's just the light ]

Try holding it up to your face.

[ because, a., then people can... see you mystery person? then, b., they can probably teach you how to use the thing ]

[ (maybe he's from way back in the past?? probably??) ]

You can switch between audio messages or moving pictures if it's easier for you.

[nextlineis]

[Hey! Joseph knows that voice! At least he thinks and hopes he does.]

Hey! Lisa Lisa! [He picks the watch up and does as she suggests while still crouched down from picking it up. He is, of course, grinning crookedly.] What are the chances?

[hitthebeat]

[ WELL ]

[ Of all people to show up here, at this point he's admittedly the one she's been missing the most so of course she looks surprised. It's a faltering kind of expression coming from her, but she'll concede just this once. Joseph's in it for a hot, hot mess after all. ]

Not very slim, when you're the one who's late, Jojo. [ A beat. ] We need to talk.

[nextlineis]

[Joseph looks away when she mentions him being late. Who him? Nah. She must be referring to a different Jojo! (Little does he know there are actual other Jojos to refer to aside from himself.)]

What about?

a

[lapidarius]

[what the]

You should probably try holding it right about eye level. Just not too close, or nothing's going to be clear at all.

[nextlineis]

What? Like this?

[Too bad Joseph doesn't know about selfies. He's got a good distance and angle without needing a selfie stick, but alas!]

[lapidarius]

Yeah, that's f-

[recordscratch.mp3]

That's, er...

[That's Joseph fucking Joestar isn't it.]

...that's fine?

[nextlineis]

[Surprise, Kakyoin! Joseph does make a concerned (and mildly confused) face as Kakyoin stammers his way through that simple sentence, resting his chin in the palm of his hand.]

You okay, kid?

[Kid? Jojo, you're barely older than him. Stop it.]

[lapidarius]

[...okay first of all, excuse you]

[second, he'll just fidget with his glasses and make a less-than-flawless recovery.]

I'm okay. Sorry, I just...got distracted for a second.

[Which was, strictly speaking, not a lie.]

c - because i cannot resist the stupidest method of recognizing jiji in existence

[starmark]

[So here's the thing. Jotaro spends a lot of time in the park. The house is near the park, there are monsters in the park, he is very invested in making sure the monsters decide that staying far the hell away from his house is a very, very good idea. So he's out there, as he customarily is, when all of a sudden SOME ASSHOLE GOES BARRELING PAST AT TOP SPEED, SCREAMING HIS HEAD OFF, and his legs are pumping and his hands are knifing through the air and —

The Kujo family — no, the Joestar family has a secret technique passed down through the ages —

— and there is only one person in the entire damn world who could possibly be using it right now, at a speed like that.

True to form, he starts running; keeping pace isn't hard with Star Platinum's help, but unanswered questions and inexplicable emotion in shades of anger and disbelief are bouncing around in his chest, and he opens his mouth to snap a name in exasperation but only just barely remembers to pull the vowels around, just in time, so it's not "what the hell, Jiji" he ends up yelling, but —]

WHAT THE HELL, JOJO?!

[...god, that's so weird. But off they go.]

[nextlineis]

[Oh my God, who tries to hold a conversation at a time like this? Especially when Joseph is trying to think here. That's the whole point of running like this. It puts a little bit of distance between him and whatever happens to be trying to either kill him or otherwise kick his ass, and gives him time to come up with a plan. But it's a little hard to do that when someone wants him to explain why exactly they're running. Especially when Joseph is running to think and this other guy should just be trying to get the hell out of dodge while otherwise not worrying about it.]

THERE'S NO TIME TO EXP--WAIT. [Hang on. Joseph looks over at Jotaro and frowns. No, he doesn't know who the hell this kid is, but he seems to think he knows Joseph.] HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME!?

[starmark]

There is time, so hurry up and tell me what you saw!

[Since we are, in fact, running like the wind now — and holy shit, who knew Jiji in his prime was so damn fast, if he weren't cheating and using his Stand he might actually be having a hard time keeping pace right now, what the hell.]

Person! Monster! Whatever, what did it look like?! How close is it?!

[nextlineis]

[Hey man, when you gotta outrun vampires, you gotta haul ass. And for quite a while, too. Joseph could keep this pace up for a while without any problems. Joseph's immediately irritated his question isn't being answered though.]

It's a spider, alright!? Now will you shut up and let me think!

[starmark]

...Shit.

[But that's also apparently his cue to skid to a rapid halt, shoes digging long tracks in the dirt as he pivots and brings out Star Platinum properly, fists already up in preparation.]

Dog size or bigger?!