Test Drive 007

[sinfulmods]

Test Drive Meme

Considering apping to the City of Sin, but unsure of who to bring or if they'll fit? Feel free to give the setting a test drive here! These are a perfect way of getting your playing sample done for the application.

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→ Comment with the character you'd like to test drive in the setting, with name and canon in the subject line
→ Choose a scenario, or create your own
→ Tag around

Possible Scenarios 01. A New Arrival: Hello, New Person! You seem to have found yourself on a sidewalk in the City of Sin with nothing but the clothes on your back and a stomach chruning feeling of being displaced. Thankfully, the streets are full of people - Watch out that you don't get mugged! 02. Demonic Presences: You were just minding your own business, weren't you? But that's always when bad things seem to happen, and the City of Sin isn't really that friendly. Whatever bar or street you're hanging out in suddenly go dim, filing the area with an unnerving feeling as the shadows on the walls jump out into reality. We suggest you phone a friend for help, or maybe try running? 03. Party Hard: You've been invited to a massive, elegant party at the Tower that spills out it's doors in welcome, by someone who calls themselves the Emperor. Obviously that's weird, but maybe you can get some free drinks and food out of it! This place might not be so bad. 04. Prominence: The City of Sin influences it's population on a weekly basis. Too bad you came right smack dab in the middle of a heavy Prominence. Lust, Greed, Gluttony, Envy, Wrath, Sloth, or Pride. Choose your choice of sin and be wicked. 05. Trouble: Not everyone is sunshine and roses here. Some people are violent and cruel, raised in the sludge of a sinful city. And they like to pick on people they think can't fight back. Are you that person? Or are you the Hero who can't stand to watch? Worse yet, could you be the person doing the instigating? Villian. 06. Carnival: The City has carnivals or festivals now and then; you're lucky to catch one! With it's open booths filled with cork gun games and funnel cakes, how can someone not have any fun! Go win your darling a stuffed animal, or meet someone new on the spinning cup ride. You might even see someone you know being talked into sitting in the Dunk Tank. 07. Wild Card: Choose your own adventure in the game's setting!

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Martha Jones - Doctor Who

[notrosesshadow]

03. Party Hard

Martha was pretty thrilled with the cocktail dress she had found. Perfect for the party that was clearly something important. It was more elegant than Lazarus's unveiling of his invention.

Scenario 1
She wandered around with a drink. It was her third and she was feeling pleasantly buzzed by now. She smiled over at someone who called her name and didn't notice the tall figure in front of her. The tall figure who she just bumped into and was now wearing the contents of her drink. "I'm so, so so, sorry."

Scenario 2
Martha sidled up to the other person with a winning grin. "How do you feel about dancing?"

MARFAAAA

[capj_harkness]

Jack turned to see what the source of the dampness on his sleeve was from - he wasn't judging yet; that could be a great start to an evening - and found himself looking at Martha Jones.

His eyes widened.

"Martha!" Excuse him for abandoning decorum to wrap her up in a great big bear hug.

Mary Poppins - Mary Poppins

[spit_spot]

01. Arrival

Leaving the Banks children had been hard, though Mary pushed through as always. The wind would take her somewhere else. Though it was a rougher wind than usual. rough enough she lost all sense of where she was.

Next thing she knew, Mary was on a sidewalk - her umbrella and carpetbag gone. And what a walk it was. Everything about this place was wrong. Or at least wrong to her 1910 sensibilities.

"Just what is the meaning of this?"

Elizabeth | Bioshock Infinite | Post Burial at Sea

[oiseau_ou_cage]

5 - Trouble.

This wasn't Elizabeth's day. She'd arrived, despite her recent demise, in a strange new city. As soon as she'd stepped out she'd broken a heel and she didn't have any other shoes to switch into.

She was also low on cigarettes, which only made things worse.

So she swallowed her pride and found a dumpster to rummage around in, hoping to find food or money. Her lower half swung free as she bent over the lip of the dumpster, which made her a perfect target.

Someone grabbed her ankles and yanked her down. Elizabeth screamed in surprise and anger, but her head hit the ground and knocked her senseless for a moment.

[katerrifically]

When the woman started screaming, Kate screamed back. "Oh my God!" She had been about to fall in! Kate would say but the truth was... What the hell was a woman doing rummaging in the garbage bin behind her bakery. It was a good way for one of them to get hit (probably Kate). "Are you okay? What are you doing?"

Because Kate was not a complete and total jackass, she reached out a hand to help the other woman up.

Malcolm Merlyn | Arrow | end of season three

[saidyouweredead]

01. Arrival

Malcolm barely looked over his shoulder as he spoke to the League members following in his wake, ready to carry out the orders that Ra's al Ghul gave to them. Little wonder he privately referred to them as his minions.

"Tell Nyssa I'll see her tomorrow at noon. Can't deprive her of her weekly attempt to kill me. Also make sure those following my daughter keep their distance. She nearly saw one of them last week. The same for Oliver. I'll need the intelligence from the cell in Africa about -"

He cut himself off there, going stock still. A quick look over his shoulder confirmed that not only was he alone but in another place. Thoughts moved fast through his mind, considering and discarding possibilities. A search of the studio apartment left him with information and clues that while improbable, wasn't impossible. His eyes slid slowly over the list of Magistrate names. Always nice to have a starting place.

An hour later found Malcolm Merlyn wandering the streets of the city in no particular hurry. His bow and quiver had been hidden in his new apartment but throwing knives laid in the sheaths, hidden from sight. The outer coat of his League gear had been left behind as well, leaving him in black pants and a loose white long-sleeve shirt. A pleasant smile was on his lips, eyes deceptively interested instead of coldly studying. If it was one thing Malcolm could do, it was charm.

Should no one recognize him, that meant chances of Oliver or someone else from Team Arrow being about was nil. Or so he believed.

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06. Carnival

In truth, Malcolm hated carnivals. He never had been the sort to enjoy rides or rigged games of chance. Only when Tommy had been small and his wife still alive had he taken any joy from them. Now? It was noise and distraction for other people. What he did like was how people at carnivals were never paying attention to the money.

Fifty dollars? Really? That was what they expected Malcolm Merlyn to survive on? He'd dropped more than that on his breakfast before. Amid the lurid flashing lights and cries of barkers hawking their games, he moved quietly and efficiently, a wolf among the frisking sheep.

What the criminal element in this place needed was organization in Malcolm's opinion. Someone leading them, and he had few doubts they could roll right over the weaker parts or people. But like with any business venture, capital came first.

"Excuse me," he said, offering his mark a brilliant smile before moving aside.

Carnival

[theycalledmeacurse]

Rogue had never really been one for carnivals, or any overly crowded event really. With her mutation being what it was and activated by skin-to-skin contact, being jostled about by hundreds of people was not the best idea for anyone's continued good health, herself included. She could cover up from head to toe, but unless she broke out a ski mask, there was always the possibility of hurting someone, and that had never been a risk she was willing to take.

Until the City, that was. Until her world had ended and she'd lost everything. Now she was more willing to bend the rules and actually live her life rather than standing on the sidelines in fear. That wasn't to say that she didn't still take precautions - her pants and sleeves were long, her hands were covered in gloves, and her two-toned hair was down, but she still had to keep an eye out for any wayward elbows or the like.

It was that awareness of her surroundings that allowed her to catch the extremely subtle feeling of something picking her pocket as they passed. He was good, she'd say that much for him, but she'd been trained by the Prince of the New Orleans Thieves Guild and no one was going to steal from Remy LeBeau's wife.

"You're excused, sugar," she replied in her smooth southern drawl, offering a charming smile of her own, followed by a gloved hand held out expectantly. "So long as you give back what you just took from me."

2 Alex Summers CRAU

[hesnohero]

Another day that ended in Y, really, as Alex skidded around a corner, and slid toward the screams, hands glowing. he knew that tone of sound, had learned it in Afganistan, in Genosha, in Orange County, and as he saw the things that were tearing into the civilians ahead, his lips spread wide across teeth already bared for the fight.

And he leaped, power propelling him upward, eyes focusing in on the lead monster-thing.

What the hell was he getting into this time?

He had been here less than 48 hours, and already he was in the middle of a monster attack?

Mind you, that was about his normal life, really, but... sigh.

With a curse, he flung liquid plasma into one monster, spinning toward another, this time letting a beam of purely plasma energy reach out, eradicating monster flesh as it encountered it.

He charged into war, as he always did, with a scream.

God, he hated this life.

God, he loved it.

Alex Summers leaped up, and Havok came down, into the middle of the monsters, a cry on his lips.

His life was ridiculous.

[prefers_magneto]

Erik caught sight of the spectacle as the plasma blast mowed down demons. He twisted a dumpster into shrapnel and flung it into the fray, taking out some of the demons on one side of the man. By the time an errant plasma blast flew in his direction, he'd formed the pieces back into a thick sheet and let it take the brunt before dropping it to the ground with a clatter.

"Impressive power you have," Magneto remarked.

Sam Winchester | Supernatural

[iwatchtjhooker]

01. Arrival

The last thing he knew, he'd been falling into a pit. No, not falling, and not a pit. He'd jumped, into the pit. To save Dean. To save the world. It hadn't mattered, what any of them had said or done or wanted.

Sam had given in. He'd made this happen. And he was the only one who could fix it.

This isn't what he expected, to say the least.

He wanders the streets, and the feeling seems a bit familiar, but it's like a half-remembered dream. His phone works, but it doesn't reach Dean. Just some strange network full of people he, likewise, sometimes finds familiar, mostly not.

If this is Hell, it's a really weird vision of it. And if he's not already jumpy enough, there's someone sidling up to him. Sam turns abruptly to face them, ready for anything.

He hopes.

06. Carnival

Sam hates carnivals. Partly because Dean loves them, and gets weirdly gleeful about them, and eats too much funnel cake, and Dean is not here. Partly because, well.

Clowns.

He's not even sure how he allowed himself to get dragged here. Isn't it bad enough they're in the City of Sin without adding clowns on top?

Carnival

[diana_abel]

Diana had lost her shoe. She couldn't remember how and she couldn't remember where, but it wasn't bothering her all that much. After a night out with Jack, she was lucky she could even remember her own name. It was amazing how quickly the fun could escalate and she was about five joints and more than a few hits of alcohol-laiden blood over her limit.

But she was happy. And when Jack decided to exit stage left with a super cute boy with full lips and beautiful eyes, Diana decided that she would continue to look for fun.

A carnival was a good start.

She was practically dancing in and out between the tents, her willowy body silhouetted against the moonlight. Her arms curled and wove between one another. And she let loose with Bon Jovi, singing at the top of her extremely powerful lungs as she moved from one sight to the next.

"Liiiiiiiving on a praaaaaaaayer! Take my haaaaaand, we'll make it I sweaaaaar!

Peter Maximoff || 06

[yourunandyourun]

Peter was still unsure about the whole cosmic kidnapping but on the scale of strange in his life, this didn't really rank to terribly high. It sucked, but it could always be worse. He was moving about the fair at a fast speed that other's might not see, at the funnel cakes one second to place an order, vanishing away to throw a few darts and moving a spray gun so some poor fool would spray his girlfriend. That one would be great.

He appeared back at the funnel cake stand just as the woman turned with his treat. "Thanks." he spoke with a nod taking it and started to walk away at normal pace chuckling as he heard the girl scream and a slap ring through. The simple joys in life.

[prefers_magneto]

"You seemed to be expecting that."

Erik leaned nonchalantly on a nearby tree. He'd been observing. Of course he hadn't seen Peter move. He didn't know what was up, but he knew something was.

Fenris | Dragon Age II

[lyriumburned]

i. arrival

It seemed unlikely that he was in danger of getting mugged. Every passerby slowed to stare, some openly and others sneaking quick glances back over their shoulder. His full armor and the oversized greatsword on his back would probably be enough to get a few sidelong glances, but his pointy ears, white hair and strange 'tattoos' were doing the rest.

Just in case anyone is getting ideas, the murderous glare Fenris has firmly in place to mask his confusion should dissuade most anyone else. His steely expression falters as he looks around, recognizing nothing. He'd just stepped out of a side street in Lowtown, this didn't make sense.

[sleight_of_fate]

Rhys hasn't been here very long himself, and his own guarded, careful posture shows that, but at least he blends in. Seeing someone even more confused and out of place than he tends to be? That's probably someone who either just got here, or got into something bad, and that's enough for the usually helpful witch to be concerned. He watches the other man (elf?) for a moment, debating just what kind of mindset he might be in, before he approaches carefully, his posture easy and nonthreatening. He's a little under six feet tall, dressed in jeans, boots, and a long black coat, and though he's got a lot of piercings and long, punk-style black hair, his blue eyes are large and thoughtful, his fair face creased with lines that indicate he both smiles and worries a lot.

"Hey. You alright, man? You look kinda lost."

Colonel Ives/Ravenous

[colonelcannibal]

1
Ives may have seen his share of the supernatural, but that doesn't mean he approves of being randomly teleported to an alternate universe. Not to mention that he's not from the right century to recognize, well, much of anything he's seeing at the moment. So it's really only natural that his immediate reaction is to pull out an antique-looking revolver and start demanding answers of the first person he sees.

2
Okay, this he disapproves of highly. He's not going to run, however, and since he's never even heard of a phone before that's not an option either. In any case, he's a lonely man. Charming, yes. Friendly, yes. But people around him have a certain tendency to disappear.

So instead of taking the OP's suggestions, he'll go with the stab-everything-in-the-face plan. He's good at that plan, it's his favorite. And his strength is more than human.

5
He laughs inside when he sees the thugs approaching him. Sure, the man he currently appears to be might be in danger from them. The man he appears to be is scruffy, nervous and fingering a rosary like it's his last lifeline.

Ives has not been the man he appears to be in years now. Not since he found a supernatural cure for the disease that was killing him, and took it despite the monstrous side effects.

He palms his knife as the thugs get closer, and his stomach growls. Any well-meaning soul coming to rescue him will soon have to rescue the thugs instead.

Kristen Kringle-Gotham

[misskringle]

1. Arrival

The last thing Kristen Kringle could remember was being slammed out of the path of bullets (not knowing it was Nygma) as the Manaix shot up the GCPD. She came to in what looked like an alley and she quickly realized two possible problems.

1. Her skirt was torn and she was sure she had landed wrong.
2. Her glasses had gotten cracked in the process.

So for now all she could do was the one thing that made sense, start walking and hope for the best. But then Kristen's retro styled sweater also stuck out like a sore thumb along with the now cracked glasses.

Sansa Stark | Game of Thrones | Arrival

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa has no idea how she's come to this place but she's disoriented and feels as if she might be sick. Her gown is torn and stained and the last thing she remembers is running - running as far and as fast as she can from Ramsay and his hounds. They're going to find her. They're going to find her and they're going to kill her but only after she gives him what he needs.

Sansa manages to keep herself upright but only just. She doesn't recall the last time she slept or the last time she ate, she only remembers running and being afraid. If only there was someone there to help her. If only there was someone.

There's no one, she reminds herself. There's no one who is coming to save you, you stupid little bird.

Re: Sansa Stark | Game of Thrones | Arrival

[thankyou_boss]

Tony DiNozzo was man who had many talents. He had the ability to think on his feet, and adapt to most situations, but being in a strange new city was weird even for him. He was glancing down at the map lost in thought.

The last thing he remembers is Ziva leaving him on the Tarmac in Isreal. He was pretty sure his heart was still there. He didn't see Sansa as she walked towards him, and gently bumped into her.

"Oh, I'm sorry," His said his eyes widening slightly, as he took the woman in. "Hey, are you okay?"

Jean Grey | 01

[likeafire]

Had it not been the assault of dozen of new voices to hear, Jean could have assumed this was just another exercise set up by the Professor. However, nothing felt right. There were new voices, but also old ones. Older young ones.

No one needed to tell her she wasn't where she was supposed to be. The thoughts that drifted from many of the citizens were enough to clue her in. More new faces. More unease.

[alphaophiuchi]

Draco knew full well that he was horribly out of practice when it came to keeping people out of his head; it simply hadn't been much of a necessity of late. The City, with everything that it did to them, rarely attempted mental attacks. He wasn't sure that the incidents involving nightmares or dreamscapes really counted, in truth.

But as he felt an unfamiliar brush against his mind, he found that he could at least throw up a couple of walls in his defence. The spell was easy enough, familiar on his lips, but he found himself curious as to who was capable of getting in like that, with such ease. It, oddly, felt like Charles. But not; he knew what Charles' mind felt like.

It was with a frown on his features that he continued walking down the street, getting nearer to Jean with every step. As he rounded the corner and spotted her, his first thought wasn't she's the one, though; it was she looks new.

"All right?"

Adam Parrish | the Raven Cycle | 01

[parrishing]

The sudden distance from Cabeswater was distressing. He could already feel the strength of their connection waning, and given that he was already taken off-guard by how long it had taken to come to his rescue against the attack of whatever the hell that was, he wasn't sure that was a good thing. He wanted to withdraw and retreat back into that safe space of the forest, but the forest wasn't here. He knew it wasn't.

In fact, he knew, almost immediately, that wherever he was, it was a far cry from Henrietta. He had no idea where or what it was, but it felt not unlike the shadow that tried to kill him.

Adam blinked slowly, testing out his control of his own eyes, and began to look around, turning a slow circle from where he stood to take it all in.

[wellbredbitch]

There was a young man looking as lost and confused as she felt. Emma approached cautiously, because he was thinking some weird things and she didn't know what to make of any of this yet. "Are you alright?"

Aithne - OC Valkyrie ask any questions needed!

[hardlyanangel]

Option Number One

A blink. That is all it took. One moment she was speaking to one of her housemates and the next the Valkyrie was on a busy street. Luckily her wings and sword had been hidden upon the transition but that really did nothing to ease Aithne’s nerves as she looked about with both her eyes and magical senses.

The latter she almost immediately regretted, the foulness that occupied seemingly every inch of her current locale set her on edge as she backed to the nearest wall. Each resident that passed would be inspected by her blue eyes as she tried to understand exactly why she was here. And why this taint was present and seemed to coat nearly everything and everyone.

A soft mutter under her breath, wishing that this was simply a trick played on her by those harpies that called themselves angel but realizing that would be beyond her luck today.

Option Number Two

Recovering a bit after her sudden transport to this strange city it did not take long for her to discover a public house. A perfect place for her to recover herself and to observe this strange place. Yes it seemed close enough to her home, roughly the same manner of dress and technology that the mortals were always want to praise.

A corner table in the back was where she decided to camp. Watching those within closely as she nursed her drink. If she could only get word to those that she considered family there might be a chance of escaping this place but so far each sending spell simply fizzled.

A deep sigh as Aithne contemplated the fading bubble along the edges of her pint. A bit in her own misery she almost missed it. That scent upon this place pressed itself into her nostrils as the lights dimmed. Most of those about ran for the exit, but she simply stood and dropped the glamour that hid her true appearance to mortal eyes.

White wings flared before tucking themselves tight along her back and she drew her sword. What manner of this place, of these things, it really didn’t matter. They definitely caught her at the wrong place and at the wrong time.

“Out with you, no need to toy in the shadows with me thing.”

Charlotte Lowell | White Wolf (OC)

[coffeevixen]

01. A New Arrival

Alright. So maybe she should've taken her own advice and not stayed up till ass o'clock in the morning binge-watching old "Quantum Leap" episodes (man, that show did not age horribly well) instead of getting online to raid (she's sure she'll hear about it the next time she hops in game).

Maybe it was the pint of Phish Food she managed to scarf down. Maybe it was watching Scott Bakula time/body-hopping that stuck her in this crazy dream that feels a little too real for its own good: The people. The feel of the sidewalk under her Chucks (good Gaia, did she fall asleep with her clothes and shoes on?).

Charlotte runs a hand through her wild mess of red and looks around. "To hell with Kansas..."

WHITE WOLF YOU SAY?! HAVE A BRUJAH FROM VtM!

[dirtyandtrue]

It was nighttime of course, the only time where Matthew could walk the streets, much less stand upright and he, his well fitting suit and his cane were far too clean and comfortable for the hour it was.

Despite being a vampire, the man held a glow of health and color, though it did nothing for his lack of heartbeat or the earthy smell most animal associated with death, and the smile he wore as he stops a few feet away was a friendly, charming one.

"It's not quite Oz either," he offered in his muddled English/French accent. "I don't suppose we're lucky enough to have the irony of you being named Dorothy?"

01. New Arrival. CRAU (Hello Old Friend...)

[ambitious_woman]

And there is was again.

The circling and twisting of her insides in a manner that in no way reflected her recent bouts of illness, but for all that was not unfamiliar. The discomfort itself not that which is discomforting, rather what it means.

It is different, and yet the same.

She is different, and in no way the same.

One again, the street is unfamiliar to her. And once again her clothing her armor against all she cannot yet comprehend.

Yet despite all that? She knows.

[thegreatestproject]

Eliot's used to seeing some pretty weird things. Even a woman walking the streets in period clothing might not have phased him, except...

...except that she isn't actually walking anywhere. She's just standing.

Even so, he almost walks by without saying anything. How do you actually start to have that conversation? With a stranger, no less? Hey, so I notice you have the look of someone who just got yanked out of everything they find familiar. Am I right?

Except. Except it would be worse to say nothing.

A few steps past her, he pauses, then turns.

"You... seem lost." Hesitant. Gently probing.

Vision | MCU | 1 New arrival

[callmevision]

Vision was uncertain what to think as he wandered the city. He had come here, suddenly, without preparation, even as he was finishing sending his transmission. He had completed it, but now he was unsure if his plans had gone through, if he had, indeed, made a chance to make up for his error.

To pay for his sins.

But he was here now, and he had no idea what to do, how to react. A new city? Translocation on a grand scale? And no clear idea how to get home? He felt... disconnected, and completely uncertain of himself.

And still, his mind went back to her. Back to that day, and what had happened. Back to his foolish actions, however logic based. His actions before he had a chance to sit down in the hospital and think, and realize logic no longer ruled his actions, at all. His sensors recorded everything as he walked, but he saw nothing, for his mind was replaying that day, and his actions, and her face, especially how it had looked at the end, over and over.

And Vision felt sorrow, worse than any other time in his life.

[divaricate]

Coming across him here gave Wanda some conflicting feelings immediately -- enough that she stopped walking to give him a bit of a curious look, unsure of how he'd react to the sight of her, or how she should further react to the sight of him. It's complicated. They both know that.

Eventually, she spoke up. "Hi." It was quiet, but friendly enough. Tentative, maybe being a better word for it.

Buffy Summers | BtVS | Season 8

[first_summers]

01. New Arrival

Buffy Summers wasn't exactly used to magically ending up in places she hadn't planned or intended to be, but it sure wasn't the first time it had happened. One second she was in the castle in Scotland and the next... definitely not a castle, and definitely not Scotland. Her hands out at her sides in a defensive gesture, she stared at the people milling about the street around her, going about their days as if it wasn't at all unusual for a short blonde woman in jeans and a cute tanktop to randomly appear out of nowhere.

Maybe it wasn't. Wouldn't that be fun.

Her expression turned angry and pretty darn scary for someone who looked like they could be blown over by a stiff wind. "Okay, who did that?"


02. Demonic Presences

Demons. First she got kidnapped to whatever crazy place this was with its weird housing situation and kidnapping, but then there had to be demons on top of that. And not the nice kind of demons like Clem who might look a little questionable but wouldn't hurt a kitten except to eat it. No, she had to get stuck with the demons who messed with lighting and scared people and were just generally not of the good.

Sighing loudly and perhaps a little overdramatically, Buffy rolled her head from one side to the other to stretch out her neck and stood from her little table outside the restaurant where she'd been hoping to have her dinner. "Okay, fine. I'm hungry and I'm cranky and this is not going to end well for you. So if we're gonna do this, let's do it already!"


03. Party Hard

Buffy had heard about this Emperor, hints of secrets and pointed looks from her fellow kidnappees that had her even more highly suspicious of this 'party' everyone and their brother seemed to have been invited to. But she'd never exactly been one to pass up the opportunity to get dressed up and do some light reconnaissance. Maybe she'd get lucky and someone would end up deserving a good old-fashioned Slayer ass-kicking.

Her dress was a sleeveless dark blue with a long flowing skirt that would facilitate said ass-kicking should the opportunity present itself. She felt a little naked without her weapons, but no one had ever said Buffy Summers wasn't resourceful. Once she'd slipped through the throng of people and grabbed a tall glass of something that would only be sipped (even though it tasted delicious), she took up a spot along a wall and started her people watching.

[capj_harkness]

"Did what?" asked a man passing by. "Did someone grab your ass? I can see why you'd think it was me, but I swear my hands were in my pockets just now."

#7 ( Allison Argent | Teen Wolf )

[arrowsofsilver]

[option a]

Allison is spending some time doing one of the things that she does best. At a range with her bow and arrows, shooting off perfect shot after perfect shot. Ever since she picked archery back up, when she was still at home, she fell back into it pretty naturally -- and now that she's in a place that definitely isn't her home universe, that's probably even more reason to keep her skills sharp. Once she uses up all of her arrows, she lowers her bow and stars taking off her glove and arm guard, looking quite pleased with herself. It's always nice to see that she hasn't lost her skills. In addition to being found actually in the range while she's practicing or finishing up, she can also obviously be come across by people as she's coming to or going from it.


[option b]

One early morning, Allison is at a coffee shop getting breakfast. Or, trying to. The problem is that there's a very long and slow moving line and all she wants is an iced coffee and a bagel with so much cream cheese on it. Usually she can be patient, but this morning she's a little eager and anxious to get on with her day already, so she fidgets in line and idly with her necklace (a silver arrowhead with a fleur-de-lis on it).

[option c - this is the 'Toss In Your Own Starter And I'll Roll With It' option]

Re: #7 ( Allison Argent | Teen Wolf )

[sheriffdad]

Coffee is a necessity for a cop in the City. And for this cop, used to having good coffee, there is only one shop that makes it right.

He'd been in the city for a week or so, and he had been studiously avoiding most of the weirdness. Not that he could avoid it all, mind you, and he had been very glad to discover that even mere mortals could fight demons, even if the damn things were scary, even so. But he had been here for a week, and working hard and just trying his best to figure out how to get home, to his kids. Stiles, Scott, Lydia, and the rest, they were his, all, even though only Stiles was his from birth. The others had earned and wormed their ways in.

And some had been taken away. He had lost one, at least, who had been part of his kids, his pack, as those self same kids called it, or his family, as he did. And he had felt the hurt there in his hear ever since, the same way he had felt the hurt when his wife died, if different at the same time.

And so it was, when he stood in line and actually came out of his thoughts, and his eyes focused...

...his breath slid out of his chest like a pained gasp, and his eyes went wide, and one name came out, barely louder than a whisper. He felt for a moment like something had grabbed his chest, and he staggered, and John Stilinski knew both fear and hope, at the same time, as that word escaped him.

"Allison?"

Tara Maclay | Buffy the Vampire Slayer

[thegreenwitch]

1. - Arrival

[No, none of this was right. She could remember the moment the bullet had pierced through her and the wide eyed disbelief she had felt as she spied her own blood. But when she thought of death, she had imagined returning to nature, to becoming one with the universe.

Not being drawn into another realm.

Tara was well aware that Hell dimensions existed. Buffy had apparently been to one or a few (it was hard to remember which), but she'd never expected being brought to one herself.

Staring around at the people nervously, Tara wandered aimlessly, trying to make sense of the location and what had happened to her. If she was dead and this was Hell, she might be stuck here for a long while.

Re: Tara Maclay | Buffy the Vampire Slayer

[hesnohero]

Alex was out on a run when he spotted someone with the tell-tales signs and look on her face of a newly arrived person. He went running every day, incorporating parkour aspects into his runs, and even sometimes his powers, too. As he saw the young woman, he slowed, took a long breath, then approached her at a normal pace. His baby face and his lean figure sometimes made people think he was younger than he was, and if that helped, then he was all for it.

"Hello, miss? Are you okay? Did you just get here?"

James "Bucky" Barnes | MCU / Captain America: The First Avenger

[takesallthestupid]

[also voice-testing a little]

[01 - Arrival]
When he'd fallen from the train, Bucky had been sure he was a goner. You don't just fall from something thousands of feet in the air, toward a rocky ravine, in the middle of the friggin' Alps, and have any hope of actually surviving.

The bar he'd been holding onto for dear life, dangling from the train, had given way, and his stomach had plummeted as he'd done the same, and he'd known he was going to die, but he hadn't quite been able to accept it, in those horrifying seconds that felt like a lifetime - long enough that he'd had a chance to go over everything of importance he'd ever done in his life, but not quite long enough to decide if he was gonna die with no regrets. (The answer, he would've decided, was no; he'd always have regrets, because he could've always done better.)

But just as he'd been expecting a bone-crunching *splat*, worthy of the best cartoon characters, he'd suddenly found himself... standing on a street? Bucky's head whipped around, back and forth several times in rapid succession, confusion--and not a little trepidation--clear on his face; in the back of his mind, he noted that he was on what could've been any street that he'd seen, walked down thousands of times, with people milling around or walking purposefully, paying absolutely no attention to him. For good measure, he glanced down at himself, noting he was still in his winter army dress, even as he started patting himself down, checking for-- bullet holes, broken bones, something, to prove that he hadn't just broken with reality and was still waiting for the fall to end.



[06 - Carnival]
Bucky had been in the City (he still didn't know what city - or even what continent - so he just called it the City) for only a very short while, wandering the streets, when he happened to hear something very familiar to him - carnival music. How often had he spent a day just wandering the booths, or maybe trying to win a prize for a dame he'd brought to one of these? Drawn toward the music, and spurred on when he saw the bright lights and colorful booths, Bucky began to meander through the well-trodden pathways, watching attentively at how everyone was acting, seeing if he could determine anything new about-- well, about his new home, apparently.

06

[rainbow_road]

"This is rigged! I'm calling shenanigans!" Tonks protested loudly. She was trying to pop balloons in order to win a stuffed elephant or the panda. She hadn't actually decided which one she wanted. They were both adorable. However, it was starting to look as though Tonks might not win one. (Unless she cheated and used magic, of course.)

"My aim is not that terrible." Tonks had not hit a single balloon in five rounds of playing the game. She looked at the attendant as though he had just insulted her honor. She then turned to the bloke standing off to the left at her shoulder. It should be pointed out that she was holding the dart, pointed in out, and she wasn't being too careful about where she pointed it.

"I ask you, have you ever seen anything so obviously rigged?"

Dr. Robert Laing | High-Rise

[2505]

[Arrival]

The air was fresh, here. Cool and crisp, all the scents artificial, inorganic. Fuel and smoke.

It was unnerving. Sickening, even. Everything here was so clean. That, more than anything else, drove home the point that Laing had been violently displaced.

He certainly looked the part. Dirty, torn clothes, grimy skin, flecks of sky-blue paint still clinging to his face, a scrap of fabric around his forehead like a bandanna. After escaping the cell he'd been dumped into, Laing wandered the streets, eyeing each and every passerby as if viewing them through glass. As if they were animals at the zoo, and him an observer.

[Party]

Ah, now, this? This was familiar. Nostalgic. Laing had acquiesced to a standard of cleanliness and formality for the sake of the party, for the sake of social performance. A new suit, shined shoes, freshly shaven face. It felt like wearing a mask over his whole body — but a familiar mask. One he'd be free to take off as soon as the festivities had concluded.

He accepted the freshly-made martini from the bartender, and pulled out the little skewer of olives, tapping them gently on the side of the glass.

"Tell me," he said to his by-default conversation partner, the person standing at the bar next to him. "Does the Emperor himself ever show at these parties?"

[Party!]

[sleight_of_fate]

Rhys isn't exactly dressed-up, but he's at least presentable, in a clean black button-down shirt and clean new jeans. The earrings and undercut hair with the braid hanging to his waist makes him look vaguely disreputable, but he's also got an easy smile and A Tom Collins in his hand. If he's crashing the party, he's having a good time at at.

At Laing's comment, he shrugs, and gazes around at the spread. "I think 'they' actually do show up once in a while, just to let people know they're around, but I'm not actually sure. I know he's shown up on the Network before, if that helps."

He tips his head, the rings in his left eyebrow glittering. "Very Busy, Important folks, you know?"

Darla | Angel

[darling_boy]

1. Arrival

It wasn't the first rude awakening she had. Two vampiric births and one resurrection, she'd learned not to be surprised by the mystical or strange. It wasn't as though this city were that different from L.A. There was darkness, despair, corruption and just the right amount of human waste to foul the air.

Only in this place, there was no Wolfram and Hart to pull her strings. Or vice versa. It was such an amusing prospect, to get the chance to have power and wield it as she wanted. Suddenly all of it had been taken away from her.

It put her in a foul mood.

She might not be surprised, but she was horribly displeased.

Re: Darla | Angel

[squireofhonor]

Podrick had been here a few days, and still was confused, both by the phone device they had given him, and... well, by everything. Was he dead? Was he lost? Was he cursed, or mad?

He had no idea what to think.

He had given in and gotten clothing that was available in the city, and felt rather odd in it, but when he spotted the woman who seemed both angry and possibly lost, he slowed, and spoke in his soft voice. "Excuse me, miss, are you alright?"

Scorpius Malfoy | Harry Potter

[unyieldingebony]

[ 5 - Trouble ]

Scorpius had been in the city for not even an hour and somehow he'd wound up in one of the worst parts of it. It certainly didn't help that he was well-dressed in fine clothes, practically exuded 'old money' in the way he held himself, and, although he tried his best to hide it, was hopelessly confused and frightened.

He was on edge, but this was an entirely new situation for him, so he didn't quite notice that he was surrounded until the group of four men started closing in on him, pulling out knives.

They didn't speak, but they didn't really have to. The intent was pretty clear.

Fortunately, Scorpius wasn't quite as easy a target as he looked. After a moment of shock and fear, instinct set in and he flicked out his wand. "Protego Longos!"

A magical shield sprung up around him, protecting him from physical and magical attacks; it was a variant of the classic Protego charm that he'd developed himself, designed to protect the castor from all attacks from any angle for an extended period of time. Unfortunately, he hadn't quite figured out how to perform other spells while keeping the shield up, so all he could really do was hope they would become disinterested and leave.

[alphaophiuchi]

It probably said something about Draco's personal growth that, upon seeing, from the corner of his eyes, someone seemingly cornered by a group of unfriendly gentlemen, his initial response was to change the direction of his lazy saunter over towards them. At the same time, he very casually slipped his wand into his hand, twirling it once.

The shield charm - modified, apparently - caught his eye, but he'd focus on that afterwards.

"Afternoon, gentlemen," he called as he approached, his voice a drawl. He didn't assume that they would leave whoever they were attacking alone at that point, but he did bank on getting the attention of at least one of them. Two, if they were stupid. And sure enough, two glanced over, one narrowly glaring at him, the other trying to figure out if Draco himself was stupid.

As soon as they looked over, Draco just smiled and stepped forward in an elegant lunge, casting a quick spell that sent the nearest man looking at him flying and toppling into the two next to him.

Tony Dinozzo | NCIS | OTA

[thankyou_boss]

Carnival
Tony DiNozzo was great at many things, and not so great at others, but no one would ever accuse him of saying thatout loud. No way! Gibbs would have his hide, or at the very least the back of his head for that one. Tony was pretty sure it was a rule or something. Who knew anymore? He was sure he was on his way back to DC from Isreal, but when he opened his eyes from his cat nap, he found himself standing in the middle of a Carnival?

"What the....?" He muttered looking around. Well if this didn't beat all. For the first time in forever, he couldn't think of movie reference.