#( ruby speaks. )

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open: anyone! plot: ruby’s working a kissing booth to raise money for the local lgbtq+ center in her town. it’s your muse’s first time kissing and/or at a kissing booth, so they’re pretty nervous. ruby thinks it’s cute.

“ hey, there. ” a little wave to greet the stranger, an attempt to seem friendly. ruby’s kissed only a dozen or so people since she got here, but it doesn’t diminish the first encounter awkwardness. “ i’m ruby, if your were wondering. i haven’t kissed that many people today, and i always use mouthwash afterwards. ” she lifts her half-empty bottle of colgate. the flavor of mint with make her vomit after today, she’s sure of it. “ we can take all the time you need to get acquainted. it’s not like there’s a line of people waiting to kiss me. ” ruby gestures behind them, laughing at the completely deserted area in front of the booth. “ is this your first time? ”

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@rastles​

the new face is really a sight for sore eyes, especially these days. it’s not as if goodsprings never gets a wanderer or two, but guests seldom stay for more than a couple of days. “ you’ve really livened up the town since you got here, ” ruby tells him, popping open a (fairly warm) bottle of nuka-cola—he doesn’t seem like much of a day drinker—and setting it down in front of him. “ on the house. ” it seems like everyone’s just handing him stuff; food, clothes, ammo. it’s not as if they can really spare it, but they all just want to express their gratitude. between bandits and mutants, this place was beginning to go to shit. “ i don’t mean to pry, but why have you stuck around? ” it can’t just be all the free stuff. obviously it’s a bonus considering supplies and currency are scarce, but surely he can’t be enjoying himself somewhere so boring. “ anywhere’s gotta be better than here. ” not that ruby would even know, really, since she’s resided in goodsprings for as long as she can remember.

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open to: m/f/nb plot: based on x, ruby’s in saturday detention for smoking behind the bleachers, not exactly her worst offense, while your muse is in for something much more mundane. the two of them put aside their differences for the sake of boredom and get to know each other, realizing that maybe they’re not so different after all. or, at the very least, they’ve misjudged each other. (if you’d rather play the baddie, click here for my alternative starter!)

usually detention is more crowded than this, but ruby can’t be too mad. it’s not like the quantity of people makes a difference on how boring the experience usually is. however, the type of people does effect the likelihood of her having somewhat of a decent time. once she snuck off with another guy and they had a little fun in the back of the library. by the looks of her fellow detainee, that sort of outcome doesn’t look so bright. ruby’s sure, though, that she could at least get a nice conversation out of them within the nine hours that they’re stuck here. “ hey, ” she calls to them, huffing when they don’t seem to hear her. balling up a piece of paper, she tosses it in their direction. “ hey, dweeb! ” she laughs, leaning forward on her desk a bit. “ i’ve never seen you here before. what kinda trouble did you get into? ”

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open to: m/f/nb plot: based on x, ruby is a mermaid who’s washed up in your muse’s pool. however, she’s reluctant to return home since she dreams of finding love for herself, which isn’t allowed where she’s from.

it’s fun to watch them for a while, searching everywhere for the large creature lurking in their small ocean. a pool, ruby thinks it’s called. honestly, she didn’t mean to get caught, she was only trying to find her way back into the ocean. they use a beam of light, flicking it everywhere she makes a splash. it’s impossible to find a mermaid who uses glamour to hide themselves, which is how her kind have survived sharks and fisherman all these years. “ looking for me? ” ruby asks as she lift the glamour, propping her elbow up on the side of the pool and resting her chin in her hand. normally, she’d continue playing with their heads until they gave up, but they seem friendly enough to help her. 

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@ameriicangraffiti

“ hey, kid. ” ruby greets a glum looking wyatt, cocking her head to the side as she lifts the hem of her uncomfortably itchy party gown. “ what’s got you down, partner? ” she rests her chin on his shoulder, grinning from ear to ear as she playfully taps his nose with her finger. “ cheer up, would ya?. you still owe me twenty dances. ”

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@ameriicangraffiti

it’s a slow shift for business given that most men around this time of the year are drinking way too much during the night, and sleeping it off during the day. ruby sits at the bar, patiently waiting for a suitor as she helps herself to a shot of whiskey. at the sound of someone entering the saloon, ruby turns in her seat to greet them. “ hey there, neighbor, ” she grins when she recognizes the vistor, downing the shot quickly before hopping out of her seat. “ what can i do you for? ” ruby’s well aware that wyatt’s not here for an hour or two for company. he’s as polite and modest as they come. what a gentleman should be, and what most men like to believe they are. “ are you getting lonely yet, hon? you know, i’ll knock down the price, just for you. ” ruby winks, already amused with the reaction she’ll get from the boy.

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open to f/m/nb!

ruby startles at the sound of someone entering her room. turning to face them, she gently closes her laptop. “ just checking the twitter feed. none of my nudes have leaked, yet, unfortunately, ” she jokes ( kind of ), brushing her hair aside as she smiles at the other. eyeing the box in their hands, she nods towards it curiously. “ what’s up? what’cha got? ”