[February] 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

cait | fallout 4

[triggerush]

( cw: all here! but in particular, drug use and addiction apply to the second prompt. )

1 - 1

[ Those posters would be a lot more helpful if there had been organized schooling readily available after the bombs dropped.

As it is, they barely catch the eye of the solidly-built woman that shoves through the arriving crowds and off of the train, bloody and bruised and filthy, looking positively aflame with fury. She whips around, stringy and unwashed hair swinging around her as she searches the station. Her fists are clenched and ready to swing, knuckles bloody and bruised.

Then, she catches sight of you, and her swinging stops. Being barely literate means that she's got to get her information the Commonwealth way, and unfortunately for you, you look like you might know what's up. Her eyes are sharp as she regards you, and with all of the subtlety of a dropped hammer, roars - ]

You!

[ - and immediately rushes over. She grabs whatever she can get hold of easily - a collar, an arm, hair, throat - and the grip that she adopts says you're not going anywhere anytime soon. She pulls you close, and seethes out her demands through her teeth. ]

You listen to me, and you listen good. You're gonna tell me exactly what the fuck is goin' on here, and you're gonna do it right quick, before I tear out your throat with me bare hands. Understand?!

[ She already looks ready to swing, and you haven't even said anything yet. Good luck. ]

8 - 5

[ Cait doesn't have enough Psycho to deal with this place.

That much, of course, had been obvious within a few days. Her supply had already been dwindling on arrival, and though she had made it a priority to locate more, part of her supposes that she should have known her luck better. Getting stuck somewhere that hasn't heard of the only thing that's got her through this many years of life for an indefinite period of time is certainly par for the course in Cait's life.

She'd been expecting to see that tremor in her hands again, just as she had in her rougher years at the Combat Zone. She had never had to face it with a complete denial of fast relief. The weakness comes suddenly, and it forces her to slump against the nearest wall for support. Her chest threatens to burst with each beat, and one hand presses over her heart, as if she intended to calm it forcibly. The sounds of the city start to run together - swirling and tunnel-like walls of sound as she stands in the center of it all.

If she notices anyone else around her, she sure doesn't show it. Cait just watches her shaking fingers of her free hand, and tries to will them still. ]

wildcard

[ hit me up (literally ah ha ha ha) ]

8 - 5 o/

[lookpastthem]

... Miss?

[He doesn't put a hand on her, but Cola has been around and seen enough to know the signs of drug withdrawal at a glance. Stopping by her, he looks from her hands to her face and seems to be searching, just for a moment, for something in her eyes. Whether he finds it or not isn't said.]

You should have some water, and something to eat if you can. [He has experience here. Too much.] Do you need help?

\o!!

[triggerush]

[ Well, he didn't touch her, so he didn't do this quite as badly as he could have.

Still, if there's one thing she's not in the mood to hear, it's condescension and platitudes. She glowers through her stringy hair, and she folds her shaking hands at her stomach, hunching herself to stop the tremor rattling them.

When she speaks, it's low and laboured, seethed through clenched teeth. ]

If I don't see a needle in your hands, you can pike right off.

1-1 (Kaylin's warnings are in her profile. Somehow I am guessing her swearing wont be an issue...)

[kaylinneya]

"The ****s," she swore as she was grabbed. as training kicked in. Congratulations, she just managed to grab a Hawk, or in the argot of nearly any other world - a police detective who is used to walking a beat. She might have caught her arm. That's not the best for her. Luckily Kaylin's in a good mood. For Kaylin. She breaks free of the grip and draws her daggers - yes, one in each hand, and yes she knows how to use them, but she does not yet threaten with them.

She stepped off that same train, she gets it. And while technically assault is against the law, she's gotten worse from her so-called friends when they wanted to go drinking. And a grip on the forearm, no matter how strong is hardly the most pain the skin there has felt this week. This place was rotten with magic, just like home.

"We're going to try this again," she said in the smooth, even tone she was trained in for dealing with drunken idiots and unruly would-be mobs. Once they were full blown mobs, they became the purview of the Swords. Hawks would step in to help, but mostly they would hang back in case of murder. "You have questions. You may ask them. You may not grab me again unless you wish to grab the blades of my daggers. Are we at this point understood?"

Only one swear word, and that in Elantran - common - so it was even understood. This was Kaylin being very very polite. It probably will not last.

She was kitted out - an odd term given that her Sargent was a Lenontine so basically an upright ticked off cat - in a long sleeved linen shirt, leather chest armor over that, a tabard with a pair of hawks in flight over that - one of them picked out in gold beads. She had a wide belt that held the sheaths for the daggers that were now in her hands, and leather pants that spoke more to armor than fashion. Her boots were solid, sturdy, and worn. She looked like a giant walking wrinkle, her clothes were so crushed. well, the tabard, shirt, and pants. Hard to crush a leather chest piece. Her hair was rough cut and staked back from her face with a gnawed on stick that could have been whittled from any given branch. She did wear an expensive looking bracer of antique gold with three inset gems, and on her face in delicate lines was what seemed to be a tattoo of a flower - deadly nightshade. Her dark eyes were narrowed.

And she might be ignoring the translucent cat sized dragon looking beast flying over her head, but the beast was not ignoring them... it's dark opaline eyes - the only solid thing about it - watched as it circled.

not at all ahahah

[triggerush]

This is also Cait being very polite, for Cait.

Because, while her first instinct is to swing for her face hard enough to break something (even if that something is her own knuckles), she doesn't. When her grasp on the woman is rended, Cait springs back half a step on her toes and brings her fists in close to her face. Her eyes are bloodshot and watery, but her gaze is sharpened and alert as she watches, honed by years of violence and fighting. She keeps her feet ready for nimbleness, and her fists tightened, arms ready to swing the second that she needs to.

There's no humor to be found in the derisive snort she gives at the woman's words. What may or may not have been meant as a genuine attempt to negotiate arrives to Cait as condescention, and it doesn't do her hair-trigger temper any favours.

"You got hearin' troubles or somethin', you stuck-up little bitch? I asked 'em already, so why don't you get to answerin', before I have to get to bustin' your skull open and findin' the answers meself?!"

The threat of being stabbed, clearly, isn't one that's terribly concerning. You don't go undefeated as long as she has she has in a post-apocalyptic fight club without getting stabbed a few times. She could do it again here, tattoos and flying creatures be damned.

Torunn | Next Avengers

[thorsdottir]

4-1

[The tall structure reminds her of the markers back into their dome, the ones constructed in remembrance of the original Avengers. Seeing something similar here, makes Torunn quieten and calm. A grave or a memorial, regardless it maker her solemn.]

You there, for whom is this?

[She doesn't turn to look at who she's speaking to, but she gestures over her shoulder for them to come near.]

What is being remembered with this-[A pause.] thing?

9-3

[Some would run from a thunderstorm, but Torunn welcomes it. She'd flown out into the park, standing in the midst of the most open area she could find there. Her face is tilted towards the rain, smile stretching across her face. Lightening strikes nearby, but she does not flinch. She turns instead to the newcomer, smile turning competitive.]

Have you come for a challenge? Well then, have at thee!

5-2

[She's flown up the highest point of the city, her video from her watch showing the dwindling light of the evening sky. It would be a lovely picture if not for the frowning girl in the frame.]

What is the meaning of this? Where hast you taken me? I am the daughter of Thor, a warrior of Asgard and I will not stand for this, uh, this insolence! Send me back or face my wrath!

[Her frown deepens, tone changing from haughty and overtly important to something far more bratty.]

Pym, if this is your trick then I won't need a sword to smite you!

Wildcard

[Catch her flying around the town or make something up!]

5-2 (-SWOOCES RIGHT IN-)

[flyfishing]

Woah woah woah, hold your horses there tough gal!

[You can practically hear the smile in the voice that answered her, though it was obviously not one she was familiar with.]

I don't know who 'Pym' is but do you really need to "smite" them? [He chuckles.] What did they do? Strand you up there? Not a bad view, if you ask me.

comes back 8 hours later

[thorsdottir]

I'm not holding any horses.

[What is figurative language?]

I always need to smite Pym. He's annoying. And me being here is probably his fault. [Still frowning] I flew up here. I'm not stranded.

9-3

[thepuppetmaster]

You're gonna have to give some context on what we're having at.

[Not adverse to storms, Dirk hadn't really been expecting a challenge while he was on his way home (there comes a point where the water sliding down the back of your neck isn't fun anymore). His eyebrows briefly lift in an expression of curiosity.]

I'm not saying no, but I've got this thing where I like to know what I'm getting into.

[thorsdottir]

Can you not here me?

[It is a haughty, but genuine question and she pauses as she reaches down for the sword she had lain behind her.]

A challenge, a fight. Have you come for a brawl or do you just enjoy the crash of thunder?

Senator Amidala | Star Wars | 1-1

[senator_amidala]

Confusion was an understatement as the Senator stepped off the train to look at her surroundings. At first thought, she theorized that this must have all been a dream. Maybe that rough landing had caused her to hit her head as she did not have any reconciliation other than falling off the Republic Cruiser.

Posters nearby caught her attention and she started to approach to investigate.

"Ruby City..." she read aloud to no one but herself.

[thorsdottir]

Torunn had been sitting on top of the station since her own arrival, trying to think about what she should do next. She was used to fighting her way out of a situation, so the intelligent approach was not suiting her well. When she heard a voice nearby, it seemed a welcome reprieve from her goal.

"Hello?" She jumped down from the roof, peeking into the station. "Did someone say something?"

[thefivesigns]

"We didn't pick the name," Remus says, apologetic without really meaning to be. Now and then, as some people did, he would check the train station for anyone looking lost and confused. Not as often lately, but sometimes.

"But you might find me more informative than the posters."

Komaru Naegi | Dangan ronpa (Another Episode)

[hackinggungirl]

1 - 1

[Komaru stepped off the train, shaking like a leaf and feeling quite disoriented, her hacking gun held in front of her like a shield. The last thing she remembered was having been at Towa Tower with Toko and the blackout. They had been following one of the Monokuma children's footprints and then - out of nowhere - a Monokuma had leaped out at them, fangs bared and claws ready to deliver the fatal blow. She remembered squeezing the trigger and then - nothing. She had simply opened her eyes, sitting on a train with nobody else on it. Not even Toko.

As she left the train she scanned the surroundings, making herself as small and invisible as possible and held her hacking gun firmly with both her hands. There was no sight of a Monokuma, nor any bodies lying around. It was strange, how quickly one got used to sights like these and couldn't help but notice their absence.

Once her second foot hit the ground, the train behind her started to move without warning. At first she started to run after it, but quickly noticed that it was futile and instead faced the station again, shifting along close to the track's edge so to not give anything or anyone the chance to attack her from behind.]

F-Fukawa-san?

[Her voice sounded so weak in the wind, all alone like this. She went on, pressing her back to the station building as soon as she reached it and tried calling out once more.]

Fukawa-san! Where are you?

[No answer. No sign of anyone. Only then did she notice the posters, spread on the walls. "Ruby City"? And communicators? This definitely wasn't Towa City anymore, yet Komaru found that she couldn't feel at ease at all.]

What ... is going on?


1 - 2

[The video clicks on, showing the face of a high school girl with no remarkable features, her back pressed to what appears to be the station building. Her voice is quiet, as if she is trying not to attract any attention to whatever may be in her vicinity.]

I ... My name is Komaru Naegi. Can someone ... maybe tell me what is going on?

[She can still ask for more information on how she got here or where Toko is afterwards, right?]

1-2 Video

[scary_music]

We've all been kidnapped by unknown magical forces!!

Are you a bad enough dude to escape Ruby City??

[ real helpful right?]

[... Ibuki here doesn't seem bothered at all by the situation]

1-1

[thisisourfuture]

[He'd been investigating the train station again. Hinata did it every week like clockwork. As if it would somehow point the way to an answer. It's that luck that leads to him spotting her. He makes sure to walk loudly so she'll know someone is coming. She doesn't look familiar at all but he recognize her posture.

Fear is easy to see.

With his hands held up so she can see he doesn't have anything on him, he says.] It isn't going to get any less confusing once you move past the station. But there's a lot here and I'll answer what I can too.

It wasn't that long ago I got here myself.

2; video

[heirdisqualification]

[Togami is going to have a bit of a royal freak-out. You can't tell, because he's a world-class master at hiding his emotions, but...yeah, yikes.

He looks perfectly calm and collected, if your definition of calm and collected includes talking around half an octave higher than his usual tone.]

You say your name is Naegi?

2, video prolly DRAE spoilers

[hoperulesdespairdrools]

[No, Komaru. This boy who has just appeared on the network is not familiar. No, you guys have not met before. And no, he totally wasn't the one who snapped that bracelet on you. It's just your imagination.]

Hello, Komaru Naegi-san. I'm afraid I don't have good news in regards to your circumstances. A great many of us have been abducted and brought here for reasons we don't know yet.

[Nope, you don't know him at all.]

1-2

[properprincess]

[Just the face alone is somewhat familiar to Sonia, but when paired with the name, she can't help but be curious.]

Naegi? Could it be that you are related to Naegi Makoto-san?

amaterasu | okami

[byleapsandbounds]

a. park

[Cities are nice and all, but being outside and around some nature is definitely a little more natural for Ammy. So, of course, she heads for the park. Now, if you happen to see her here, you might think she's hunting. After all, she's chasing a rabbit and it's natural for wolves to go hurtling after rabbits, running them down until they can't run any longer or trying to steer them away from their homes. But if you watch longer than for a few seconds, you'll notice that when Ammy pounces, she simply boops the rabbit with her nose before turning and trotting the other way.]

[...And the rabbit is chasing after her.]

[In case you didn't get the memo, this is a very intense game of tag, although Ammy is not running full-tilt to give the rabbit a chance to actually catch her. You're free to join them if you'd like.]

[You're also free to help her build a snowman, too, because you bet she starts rolling around balls of snow once her small friend is too tired to play any longer. She pushes the base around until it's bigger than her and begins rolling the middle. Of course, she has the very difficult task of trying to figure out how to get the ball up on the base. The first attempt is met with failure, the middle ball rolling straight off when she pushes just a little too hard and breaking in half. Ammy looks both surprised and a little disappointed, but she sets to work with rolling another to try again.]

b. beach.

[If there is one thing that Ammy does not like, it's water. But if there is one thing she does like, it's fishing. She's found an adequate stick somewhere (don't ask) and she's currently racing down the path through to the beach and then close to the water. Where she steps, flowers sprout and fade, leaving an easy trail to follow if you should happen to lose sight of her, which is entirely possible given that she's more or less a blur. She stops at the edge. Maybe you see it, maybe you don't. It all depends on your age, piety, and your sensitivity to the supernatural. But whether you see her draw a circle with her tail or not, a lily pad appears some distance from the hore. Ammy backs up and with a running start, leaps into the air. Midair, she leaps forward again, a shower of red leaves falling in her wake as she lands on the lily pad.]

[It rocks a little under the sudden weight, but Ammy maintains her balance carefully until it settles and smooths out to only rock with the rolling waves and nothing further. She takes a moment to look around, assessing the spot she's chosen before sitting with her stick.]

[...And drawing a line from the tip of the rod into the water to start pulling? Enjoy some non-traditional surf fishing.]

c. greenhouse.

[Fortunately for Amaterasu, there's still some green somewhere in this winter wonderland, and she finds it after a bit of wandering around the city. (Which it's possible you might find her while she's doing said wandering. Ammy is nosy as hell and it's likely she stopped to investigate your business, or maybe she just wanted to mooch some food off you. Don't worry, she demonstrates that she is a Good Dog fairly quickly by sitting a safe distance away and wagging her tail with enthusiasm.) How Ammy gets into the greenhouse without thumbs? Don't worry about it. The point is, she lets herself in and shakes off some of the snow clinging to her fur.]

[She walks along the aisle of plants, stopping occasionally to put her front paws on the tables to peer at what's been planted. Some of the plants she recognizes, others she doesn't. But once her inspection is over, she sets to work. And by work, I mean suddenly all the plants are blooming. Or maybe you've noticed her drawing with her tail shortly before the plants bloom to the fullest part of life. And those perennials seem to be even fuller than they were when they were in full bloom last time. Hmm...]

c

[digiorno]

[. . . Well.]

[Giorno loves the greenhouse, because of course he does. Usually when he comes here, he brings a book and sits in a corner unobtrusively, mostly reading, people-watching a little bit.]

[Today appears to be an exception, though. Not only because there's a dog here (a beautiful dog), but because she seems to be making . . . plants grow? Well, there's no direct evidence that that's happening, but just. Come on. He's not an idiot.]

[For a few moments he just watches all of this . . . thising. And then he sends a strand of ivy across the nearest planter towards her. It stops at the edge of the planter and kind of hovers there, swaying curiously from side to side.]

a

[berrynice]

[Holly's not so sure when exactly she crossed the line of not questioning things other people would describe as bizarre. Was it when a spectral phoenix nearly roasted her son in the cellblock of a Tokyo police station, or when her father ranted and raved about a vampire rising from the depths of the ocean to plague her family once more after a hundred years? Could it have been when she stepped off a train into another world where the son of that vampire served her tea and gave her a place to sleep, or maybe when she was drawn into a dream world inside a mirror where she faced magical manifestations of deep-seated fears and anxieties?

Regardless of when that line was crossed, Holly is definitely sure she's left it far behind her when she sees a beautiful white dog struggling to build a snowman and the first thing she thinks is that maybe she should help.

Which is an urge she follows through on, because fuck it. Why the hell not?]

Need some help there, pretty girl?

[Smiles! She is a friend, not a food.]

Johnny Joestar | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

[rotates]

3-6

[Admittedly, he did pick this place for the name. Horses are familiar, even if the city isn't something he's completely used to yet, so it's easy to latch onto something like that.

It's a food place, or so he heard. A burger was something he hadn't had in a long time either. Hell, a well made meal wasn't something very recently either. But he's not used to how they're running this place.]

Hello?

[The lack of servers being the biggest glaring issue, he stands there awkwardly on somewhat-wobbling legs, unsure of where to even walk.]

Am I just supposed to wait here?

5-2

[This is something that he thought would be familiar as well. It was obviously different, but it still filled him with a sense of awe and wonder. He hadn't seen Big Ben since he was a child, so a strange sense of nostalgia welled up in his chest, even if it wasn't the same giant clock towering over him. His hand reached for the watch that he arrived with, holding it up for a size comparison and laughing at just how much of a difference it was.

Even if that laugh gave off a feeling of frustration than anything.]

... I don't know why I'm even bothering with thinking that this is anything like London. Who am I fooling?

[The familiarity was stripped from him almost instantly.]

5-2

[lapidarius]

[He really, really hated that clocktower. More often than not Kakyoin would go well out of his way to avoid it, but sometimes it wasn't worth the effort of ignoring the direct route from points A to B. Today in particular found the redhead walking a respectable distance from the building itself, passing right by Johnny until recognition set in a few steps later.]

[They hadn't talked much the last time he was here and the horse was nowhere in sight, but that was definitely Johnny Joestar, wasn't it?]

...Johnny? [Kakyoin looked over his shoulder in mild confusion, adjusting black-framed glasses before turning around fully. When had he even gotten back? And less importantly, where did one even keep a horse around here?]

Sorry--you're Johnny Joestar, right?

3-6

[dromaeosauridio]

You're going to be waiting for a while if you're expecting a waiter.

[He'd almost considered going with if you're waiting on a waiter to wait on you, but given how well his last joke went over, no, sorry Johnny, he's not even going to try with humor. Besides, he's a little weirded out by Johnny being here, but doing his best to downplay it or at least cover it up with being a smug jackass.]