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rubycity_ooc2016-06-01 09:24 am
rubycitymods) wrote in rubycity_ooc2016-06-01 09:24 am
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[JUNE] 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. 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!
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[It takes a moment for the full meaning of that to sink in. Not just a year is likely too long to sustain a Stand attack without stopping, although that is also true. What Fugo means, though, Giorno realizes after a short pause (during which he doesn't look away from Fugo's face, doesn't blink, his expression frozen as he considers), is that it is impossible for Giorno Giovanna to be beaten.]
[Beaten like this. Maybe beaten at all.]
[There's a part of him that wants to cry at that. A not insignificant part, honestly. For someone to have that level of confidence in him . . . He knows he doesn't get to just have that. He knows he has to earn it. But the fact is that people here — it's just not the same. It's not. And he misses home so much, all the time, what he was able to do there, be there. His people, his famiglia.]
[There's a part of him that wants to hold onto Fugo as tightly as he can, for fear that otherwise he'll disappear again. There's a part that wants to just run away now before something awful happens.]
[He doesn't do either of those things. Just gives Fugo a steady look, squeezes him lightly around the wrist, and lets go, because it's that or cling, and Fugo is giving him the opportunity to be strong instead. He very much wants to take it.]
There are Stand users here. But they aren't keeping us here. It's not like that. It's something else.
[Glancing forward, he squints through the rain and indicates a right turn with his thumb.] It's just a minute this way.
. . . You just killed him, didn't you? Volpe.
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Of course he's worried about where he stands with Giorno, this Giorno who hasn't yet sighed regretfully over a meal he hadn't ordered and told him about how he doesn't like to eat chicken because his mother used to make nothing but yakitori. (A Japanese dish. Cooked on skewers. Meant to be served with beer. Why was he eating that in Italy? Where had his mother learned to make it? Why had he shared that story? What did it mean?) He knows, very well, that Giorno has a list of dangerous people who were a threat to him, his dream, and those he wanted to protect. And he knows, equally well, that was was a time when Giorno had considered crossing his name off of that list with the same pen he had used to remove Volpe's. The thought that the Giorno in front of him hasn't yet decided what he thinks is the best way to resolve the threat he represents makes his stomach twist and churn.
It's not easy for him to trust. But he's learning, more and more every day, that trust isn't an easy choice. He's chosen to trust Giorno; has shored up that trust with reassuring little facts like he wouldn't be sharing information with me like this if he saw me as a threat and this area is already deserted enough for a fight, if he wanted to stage one. Giorno's hand on his wrist was like a lifeline in his churning sea of uncertainty, pulling him out of his thoughts, guiding him along when he needed it, and wordlessly reassuring him when it was time to let go. Fugo doesn't blink or look away from Giorno, meeting his eyes without trying to mask his worry or hide the fact, despite it, he has chosen to trust him.]
Alright. [That's another fact that doesn't sit well with him; Giorno wouldn't have said "other Stand users" here if he meant members of Passione, their people, were here. If Giorno says they aren't responsible for bring them here, he'll believe it--but they're still unknowns to him and he doesn't care for it. Fugo nods, fingers slowly clenching and relaxing around the handle of the umbrella, and follows Giorno's lead down the rainy streets.]
[Without hesitation:] Yes. Three weeks ago, in Sicily. There's nothing left of the narcotics team. They're all dead. [Three weeks, twenty-one days, five hundred and four hours. Maybe it was his time in the hospital, where the painkillers they gave him for the mess he'd made of his throat had left him hazy and floating during the mercifully few hours he'd spent conscious, but it hardly feels like any time at all.] I needed to spend some time in the hospital, but I've been assisting you for the past two weeks.
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[Three weeks. One in recovery, two active? That's jarring, because he knows . . . he sees the logic in it, but there's a part of him, the part that's grown here into something he can't quite control, that hates that Fugo had to start working again so quickly. He has some idea of how it went down; Mista told him some things, and he assumed some others, he was already thinking about how to deal with both problems, Fugo and Volpe.]
[But knowing his own coldness and seeing it in practice, those are two different things. He isn't sure how to handle what he's feeling, or even how to name it. To know something is necessary but have to do it anyway . . .]
[The version of Giorno who pushed Fugo through this. Did he have these feelings, too? Or was he able to divorce himself from them, the way Giorno is no longer entirely able to?]
[It worries him. Lots of things worry him. But he doesn't let it show, other than in this brief pause, because Fugo is worried enough for them both. Instead, he walks ahead and opens the door of the cafe for Fugo, standing back to let him pass.]
[. . . And then he remembers Purple Haze and curses inwardly, but what are you going to even do.]
How do you take your coffee? Do you want something to eat? We have towels.
[He's stressed right now. Little bit.]