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rubycity_ooc2016-12-01 09:46 pm
rubycitymods) wrote in rubycity_ooc2016-12-01 09:46 pm
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NOVEMBER 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!
WHERE MAKING THIS HAPEN...... : (
Dave only sees him out of the corner of his eye at first as he brushes snow off himself, and the glimpse nearly gives him a heart attack. Time stutters for a second and Dave's gone--but not like he never was. His footprints are still there in the snow, only slowly refilling as it continues to fall.
After a long pause, a voice comes from Dirk's other side, a safe distance away.]
I'm losing my fuckin' mind.
[Dave crouches where he stands and presses his fingers up and under his shades. Enough snow has gathered in his hair and against the dark fabric of his coat to suggest he wound back enough to watch Dirk watch him for at least a little while.]
god
But it wouldn't be easy at all, would it.]
This is a joke. [Dirk mutters. His fingers pinch the bridge of his nose in unconscious mimicry of his brother. He doesn't look.] This is another fucking joke. Why.
[A stone skims up out of the snow, kicked with the precision of prior knowledge of its position. It scatters some snow from a gutter.]
Why keep doing this. Is it fun? [A slow breath in. He lets it out and lifts his voice to its usual volume.]
Come out here, Dave.
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[He's close, but higher up: perched on the edge of a shop roof like a hunched gargoyle. Or Batman. The Dark Knight.
And his voice is dark, impenetrable, like his shades in the evening light. No evidence of what might once have been discomfort, unease, anxiety to meet his other-brother all of the sudden in an unfamiliar world. He's not nervous and flinching.
He lowers his arms and stares steadily down at Dirk, jaw clenched, fingers loose and ready to fight, if engaged.]
What's going on.
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[It's probably supposed to make an impression. The elevation, the attitude shift, whatever he's trying to do with his voice, but Dirk is tired. He's tired of this, and tired of how many times he has already had to do it. It might have stung once, but now it lashes up against a numbed part of him and provokes no response at all.
He glances Dave's way, notes his posture and readiness, and utterly fails to react. Not that it matters. If Dave knows him at all, he knows that he doesn't need preparation. He needs it even less, now.]
So, I'll give you one for free. A simpler question. 'What's going on' could take me all day, and it's fucking cold out here. What do you really want to know?
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Don't tell me what I want to know or what I've earned, you untrammeled torrent of shit. Who the fuck do you think you are.
[Genuine, live fury runs beneath the impassivity of his voice, close enough to the surface to change the color of it.]
What is going on.
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I think I'm years too far into this shit to be dealing with your fucking temper tantrums, Dave. [The back of his head hits the brick, lightly.]
And I think I'm Dirk fucking Strider, and you aren't going to stick around, because you never do, so why should I give a rat's ass what you want?
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But words have never been Dave's only language. None of Dirk's gestures have been confrontational. With the step back, with his chin tilted up, eyes closed--those are almost appeasing moves. While it doesn't soothe Dave's bubbling anger any, it at least keeps it level, keeps it from boiling over. Lets room for a little confusion to trickle in.
Dave pauses.]
This has happened before.
[It's not a question, but he's open to having it confirmed, at least. That's almost like having a real dialogue. Conversational back-and-forth. He does want to know what's happening.]
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Yeah. Enough times.
[When he moves, it's with his hands tucked deep into his pockets and his shades still in his coat somewhere. He narrows his eyes slightly against the sun, stepping back from the building just enough to get a half-decent view of the younger man with the slightest cock of his head. His expression is difficult to read.
He knows what it looks like. He's knows he's twenty-two, over six feet tall, not the teenager that Dave knows if he knows him at all.
And he knows who he looks like. It occurs to him, just as an inkling, that it might be part of the problem.]
Do you know who I am?
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Bro.
[Dave's flinty and defensive again. Walled off.]
What, do you have plans to abandon me before I establish object permanence, is that the final act of your elusive asshole shtick. Sorry to say but you're saddled with my dependent ass until at least high school reading level. I know who you are.
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I'm not him.
[Dirk couldn't say he hadn't thought about it. He's closer to Bro's age now than he was any other time he knew Dave here, and it was never going to be a happy reunion between them. The least Dirk can do is offer that reassurance.]
I'm-- [A tiny, grim smile ticks up one corner of his mouth.] Do you even know about the post-Scratch timelines?
[Establishing a ground for explanation would be best.]
1/2
Still, he does think back, even though it's been years since he had to think about that horseshit, and when he does--]
Oh.
2/2
Which is good, because Dave doesn't have a sword on him to begin with.]
Okay, but you're still being a shitbag.
[Just saying.]
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Yeah. I am.
[Another couple of steps back and a hand up to shade his eyes gives him a better view of Dave, though the sun is already starting to give him a headache. Idly, his free hand pats the pocket his shades are tucked into, and he draws them out.]
You're not doing so badly at it, yourself.
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[He sees that his position is giving Dirk trouble. He sees it, and, with a mental shrug, chooses to continue being an intractable douchelord about it and stay up there. Still, he gives up the fight-or-flight posture and sits properly on the edge of the roof, letting one leg dangle and then the other, hands tucked into his armpits for warmth.
Situation successfully deescalated from IMMINENT STRIFE to something more tolerable.]
I thought you were supposed to be our age--no, wait, of course, I'm temporally dislocated, what else is new.
[With an annoyed huff, he finally lets his gaze slide away from Dirk. Slightly. It's a start.
It's worth noting he's a little older than sixteen, too. Tall. Still slender, though not as frighteningly young as he would have been immediately post-meteor, with better color in his face and longer limbs.]
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[Dave isn't going to move, but it doesn't matter. There's no need to keep an eye on him now he doesn't look like he'd very much enjoy gouging Dirk's eyes out, so he pushes his shades back on and lets his gaze drop.]
We both are. This place is an isolated time-space bubble, as far as I've been able to ascertain. [Probing at the pseudo-scientific magic fuckery of this place feels like more trouble than its worth, but he has theories.] I've been here for six years.
[Briefly, he pauses.]
And in that time, I've known three different versions of you.
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Okay.
[He doesn't ask "which versions?" It doesn't really matter. Dave is Dave is Dave all the way down, no matter how his circumstances change things on the surface.
He starts to swing one foot a little, starting to synchronize himself to the heartbeat of this place.]
Did I really try to fly up your ass for a beatdown every time? Because I mean, wow. Go me.
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No. But I never looked this much like Bro on first contact, before.
[His attention swings wide, finds a low wall, and he perches himself up on it. If this is where they're going to talk, then so be it, this is where they'll talk.]
I get it. He was a complete fucking asshole. I'm--.. Not like him.
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[His attention snaps back to Dirk when he moves. He doesn't relax until Dirk's settled, and even then, his hands are clasped too tensely to be fully at ease.]
Some things happened after I got out of paradox space. There's particular shit I don't handle well.
[#triggered]
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I get it.
[The tips of his fingers press together, pads briefly chafing through the fabric of the gloves, then he brings them up and lets a warming breath out into his palms.]
We've all got our sore spots, but we'd decimate half the fucking city if we started fighting each other, so let's not. We can say we did, if it makes you feel better. I'll even let you hypothetically win.
[A glance, slightly wry, and a raised eyebrow.]
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[There are claims Dave could make about his martial prowess, but honestly. Nah.]
I'd wreck the entire city's shit. I'm an emotional time bomb, et cetera.
[He says it like it's a meme, or maybe something someone actually said to him. But then he just sighs and runs both hands back through his hair.]
So do I get to ask what's going on, finally, or?
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[Now they're actually talking instead of trading jabs and building up to some kind of imminent strife that Dirk isn't even sure he could win - long out of practice - he can talk.
Dave does deserve it, after all.]
Everyone who's here came from different worlds. Different time periods. Some people have others from their worlds.. some don't. [Some used to. He shrugs.] What they want us here for... don't really know. I think they're using us for something, but they're enigmatic shits and getting a straight answer is fucking impossible.
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Using us. [He echoes it distantly, then lets his gaze wander back to Dirk.] Do they... make us do anything, or. Who's this 'they' in the first place.
[He does not like he does not like he does not liiiiiiiiiiike this bullshit, not one bit.]