> TEST DRIVE 015

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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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Possible Scenarios Please note that all characters will initially arrive in their assigned housing; they are free to explore the City to their heart's content after that! 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 churning 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, filling 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 in the Tower District that spills out its doors in welcome. Obviously, this whole thing is weird and you don't know who your hosts are, 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 its 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 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 its 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. Network: There's a network device in your pocket - or at least a familiar object that seems to work in mysterious ways. Perhaps you can take to that and ask for a bit of help? Or maybe you'd prefer to have a little fun with all of this. Surely someone will reply. 08. Wild Card:Choose your own adventure in the game's setting!

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Proinsias Cassidy | Preacher

[riotousjunkie]

A New Arrival
[This will probably become game canon.]

The only thing Cassidy knew for certain was that this was not New Orleans.

He wasn't sure he cared much about any of the other details. Holes in his memory, waking up in a totally unfamiliar room with no knowledge of how he'd gotten there — wouldn't be the first time. Plus, it wasn't as if he was tied to much at the moment. He'd been cut loose. Set adrift. Pick your own favorite bloody boat metaphor. He was on his own.

And there was one place a fellow could always go when he was lost, when he was on unfamiliar ground and needed to find his feet.

The first thing he noticed about the bar was the smoke in the air. No ban on it, then — he might still be somewhere in Louisiana. He directed himself toward an empty stool, and counted out the money he still had on his person while he waited for a bartender to give his order to:

"I'll lay claim to a bottle of your most shite whiskey, thanks very much."

Anyone nearby might well think he had a story to tell. Especially given his ill-fitting shirt that was soaked in blood around the chest and shoulders.

Trouble
[This MIGHT(?) become game canon.]

"Gimme your wallet."

The man was pointing a gun at him. Holding it sideways like he fancied himself some kind of gangster, only the way his hand was shaking sort of gave away the game. Might be a junkie. Might be a coward. Could be both. In any case, Cassidy was looking back at him with an unimpressed expression. Mostly, he looked tired.

"Come up out of it. Do I look like I have any money, mate?"

"Don't make me say it again."

"Look." Cassidy held up both hands in a placating gesture. "I know it's hard — I can see you've got the shakes — what is it, heroin? Crack cocaine? I've been there. Your brain's meltin'. Eyes feel like they're about to burst into flames. But let's not do somethin' we're gonna regre—"

The gun fired. The bullet smacked Cassidy right in the gut, sending him falling back against the wall behind him. The mugger moved forward, aiming to rummage through Cassidy's pockets — but as soon as he was close, Cassidy grabbed him roughly by the shoulders.

"You shoulda let me finish." Because he was really going to regret that.

New Arrival - Bar

[imaginationswoes]

Once upon a time, bars were not where Airy spent her free time. To start, she worked in the bar below the brothel and she also hadn't been a very big drinker. Over the last couple of weeks that had all changed. When she wasn't working she made her way to the bar and tried to find a drink that she hadn't tried before. It was part experimentation and part trying to get really drunk before going home that night.

Tonight she was wearing a red, back and silver dress that manged to be both sexy and cute. She was smiling though the expression didn't reach her eyes and she was sitting alone. In front of her was a martini with a dark liquid inside of it. Tonight she had tried a Manhattan. It was good but it needed more cherries.

Her head turned when Cassidy walked in and since she was already two drinks in she stared without realizing how rude that was. "Hey." She spoke from three stools down from where he had slunk against the bar. "Why cheap whiskey? My not Medium whiskey or semi-cheap whiskey." She wasn't sure if that was a thing.

[riotousjunkie]

It was a fair question. Cassidy rarely went directly to the worst his money could buy. But he only had so much on him — and he couldn’t get ahold of Seamus. His cell phone had no reception, and the one he’d found when he’d woken up had a weirdly limited interface. Those little oddities were the only reason he was even considering being concerned by his situation.

Maybe when he didn’t feel so tired.

The bottle was set down in front of him, along with a glass, which Cassidy took to be rather optimistic on the bartender’s part.

“Quantity over quality, love.” He reached up to start unscrewing the little spout from the bottle’s mouth.

bar

[lookingforhope]

The telepath was sitting at the bar when the bloke came in. He'd only arrived earlier that evening and there was no use telling anyone he was back yet. If he knew Erik, it would only be a matter of time before he'd check his phone and see him back so it was a good time to get reacquainted with the place he spent so much time.

Charles waits until after the other has made his over before flagging down the bartender for another single malt whiskey for himself. He looks Cassidy's way.

"Looks like you've had quite the night." he mentions idly, tipping the last of his drink into his mouth. It was a generic enough comment to open up whether the other was new, like him (again), or just a magnet for trouble.

Cass has no mental defenses, so go for it on anything in the narration

[riotousjunkie]

Figures that the blood would garner him some attention. Cassidy had been banking on the idea that, with most people, that attention would take the form of horrified staring and eventual backing away. But there's always gonna be some outliers, aren't there?

"Coupla days, actually." Couple of months, if he's being totally honest, but the last 72 hours or so are the freshest scabs in his memory. Getting shot with a rifle. Stabbed with a screwdriver. Roped up by his ankles. A roaring crowd in a dark, sweaty basement; a male voice with an accent from the American South, sneering: "—piece-of-shit vampire."

Cassidy murmurs out a quiet "Thanks" as the barman places the bottle in front of him, and he sets about removing the cap.

01

[speciously]

Katherine tossed back the shot with ease and gave the man a sidelong glance before turning to face him properly.

"You have a little something on your shirt." The 538 year old vampire thinks she's witty as hell. Her voice is of a lower register/huskier tone, though still clearly female. She's wearing skinny black jeans, a low-cut tank top, and high heels that look like they cost more dollars than years she's been alive (which is funny, because she doesn't look older than her mid to late 30s -- even though her last human age was 18, she's good at adding a decadeish to her looks; makeup and wardrobe went a long way) and also look as though they would be great for stabbing people, with their long and slender heels.

[riotousjunkie]

In other words, she's attractive in exactly the sort of way that, not so long ago, would have reeled in Cassidy's interest. Oh, it's not that he doesn't notice, but the heavy-lidded look he gives her is cursory more than anyone else. It's quickly followed by a glance down at his shirt, and a frown. As if he hadn't noticed.

He even brushes at the dried blood a bit with his fingers. Like trying to flick off a bit of dirt.

"Oh well," he says with a sigh and a shrug. "It's not mine, anyway."

Whether he means the shirt, or the blood, he'll leave to her to decide.

Trouble

[blueberry_bamf]

The mutant had been enjoying (?) a stroll, using the time to memorize new parts of the City he hadn't seen yet. One never knew when a fast teleport would be necessary. At least it had been a quiet evening--

A gunshot. How could he have dared to think that things were going to be peaceful for him? Kurt took off at top speed towards the sound, leaping up to crawl along the wall as he approached the alley where the shot had come from. No need to make himself an obvious target... But what he saw was confusing. Who was mugging who? Dropping down to the ground again, he approached with both hands held up to show he wasn't a threat, despite his appearance. "Hello, gentlemen. I heard a shot from this direction. Is everything okay?"

[riotousjunkie]

Both men looked in Kurt's direction. Both men had very different reactions.

Cassidy's face screwed up in total confusion. "What the Christ--?" While the other man, who was significantly more used to the City's diversity of population, tried to leap on the opportunity to make himself the good guy.

"Hey, shit, get him off me!"

"Oh, come the fuck on," Cassidy growled as he shoved the man away. "You're the one with the gun."

Getting some distance between them had the advantage of revealing said gun, as well as the bloody hole in Cassidy's shirt. And giving him a chance to rest against the wall. Ow.

Cassandra Sandsmark | DC comics (preboot)

[demiwonder]

01. A New Arrival:
SO yeah. It’s a little weird, showing up on a sidewalk suddenly in a city that sure isn’t where she was or where she’s supposed to be. (This definitely isn’t Kon’s bed. She’s still wearing his shirt, though.) Not the weirdest thing she’s dealt with. But still. Kinda weird.

She should probably get the lay of the land, though, and deciding that it might be a good idea to... maybe keep her powers quiet until she knows about where she is and how they feel about superheroes instead of just shoot skywards right off the bat, Cassie finds her way to an empty alley... where she slowly flies skyward.

Where is she, anyway.

Once she’s gotten a look at the city, she sets back down and picks a direction at random. She might as well start exploring. Finding out something to explain what’s going on and why she’s here. And how she can get back home.


02. Demonic Presences
Cassie’s getting all kinds of creeped out as she makes her way back towards her place. She’d just left a bar; that’s one thing. She might have been kidnapped but at least the place is interesting. Gives her things to do while she waits to escape. Or for her friends to find her. But she’s walking down the street and her skin is kinda crawling.

But she keeps going, walking casually and not taking flight just yet...

And then the street goes dim, like somebody started turning down the lights, and the shadows on the wall LITERALLY PEELED OFF AND JUMPED INTO REALITY. Not the kind of thing she was expecting. But still, not the weirdest thing she’s experienced. These aren’t the first demons she’s experienced.

“I just hope I can hit these things,” she mutters under her breath.

03. Party Hard:
They sure know how to throw a party, here. And Cassie figures why not? She might as well take advantage and try to enjoy herself a little. Have a little fun. Even if she misses home like crazy. Misses her friends like crazy. But there’s good music and better food and booze, so she’s eating and drinking; she’s not exactly a cheap date (one of the up-and-downsides of being a demigoddess, it takes a lot to keep a buzz going) so it’s not like she has to worry about getting smashed.

She’d have to really work at it to pull that off.

It’s a classy party, way more elegant than the ones she’s used to, which is probably why, after taking advantage of the free food and drink for a while, she escapes to somewhere a little more her speed. A club, to drink and dance a little.


05. Trouble:
Yeah, no. Cassie’s not the type of person who can just sit back and watch something happen. It’s why she has her powers, it’s why she’s Wonder Girl. She has to do something. So when someone starts throwing punches at a young girl who doesn’t look to be more than fifteen, and crumples under the first blow, she dives into action.

“HEY! Pick on someone your own size!” And then she’s hauling off and punching him; she pulls it, pulls it a lot because she doesn’t want to kill the guy, but he still goes flying.

2 to start.

[hardlyanangel]

Aithne was on a simple walk, partially to clear her head which still wasn't fully clear in light of recent events. While it did not have the impact it once had, she did have the habit of dwelling. Especially in seeking a meaning to things. Especially the timing of things that happened here.

She noted the blonde approaching on the sidewalk, and then she felt it. A bit of scowl marked her face. Just one night of peace from these things would be nice. The Valkyrie picked up her pace to intercept the young woman, at least she seemed to have recognize the immediate threat.

And that was when she.reached back into the air and pulled her sword, a wicked looking hand and a half that she rolled in her right hand. Luckily she caught the comment. "Unless you are a ghost, then yes. Mind the teeth and claws" Her accent would be hard to fit and she spoke in an almost clipped manner. Also she would take a stance a bit ahead of the blonde in a clearly defensive, protective stance. And with a glance to their collective 'backs', seeing it clear she braced for the initial rush.

01

[katerrifically]

That morning, Kate was outside of her bakery writing that day's specialty cupcake flavors. Her handwriting was very nice and truth be told she spent a little too much time in making sure it looked pretty.

When she was done she stood and wiped off her chalk-covered hands. Satisfied with her work she walked over to the entrance but something caught her attention in the corner of her eye. Kate turned her head and smiled.

"Good morning."

Charles Xavier | X-Men

[bethebetterpath]

[Charles comes from Days of Future Past. PM me if you have questions or want to plot stuff.]
___________________

A New Arrival.

As he walked along the sidewalk, Charles tried hard to look around and explore the area without attracting too much attention. Another person might have been confused or even scared at just showing up someplace new without knowing how one arrived there. Not Charles. Not after the events of the last few days in his timeline. At this point, he felt like anything was possible now.

To look upon him, he looked, well, scruffy. His hair was a little longer and a bit messy. His clothes were rumpled. The last thing he remembered was the events of Paris.

While he did not know where he was or how he got there, he knew that getting upset about everything would not help. Charles took a deep breath as he tried to remember what had happened prior to him waking up in a strange and unknown place. Sadly, there were no memories to draw upon.

His head moved slowly as he looked around and took in everything. The buildings, the other people he passed, anything that might give him a clue. He doubted he had gone through time like Logan did, but anything could be possible. What he did not do was try to think about the fact that he was a long way from Hank and his home.

He wondered how long he could go without his serum before the voices started to come back. That thought chilled him.

"Bloody hell, there must be a bar around here somewhere," he muttered to himself as he walked.



Network Post.

[The network blinks on and there is a man fiddling with the picture. It's zoomed in on his face as he plays with the buttons. Slowly, the picture zooms out and he comes more into view. He looks lost, confused and really wishing that Hank was here to help him figure out how to use the device properly.]

I'm not sure where I am. I've woken up in a place that is not my home and I don't recognize anything about the room I'm in. Not the way I planned to start my bloody day.

[He frowned. He really needed to get back home.]

Tell me there is a place around here to get a good bottle of scotch?



Wildcard.
Got something else for Charles? Surprise him.

[prefers_magneto]

[A surprise on the Network. He thought Charles was gone... Maybe he was. He looks different.

Erik is sitting in front of a floor to ceiling window at a stainless steel desk. He's sharply dressed.]

Scotch? I might have some, but if you don't remember how you got in that room, do you really think that's a great idea?

[Welcome back, old friend.]

[bethebetterpath]

[Charles also stares at Erik, thinking that his old friend looks different as well. Younger, maybe? Or at least more put together than he was when they rescued him out of prison. He frowns, narrowing his eyes at Charles.]

I think it's a lovely idea after what just happened in Paris. Where are you? Did you do this?

[He sighs, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He really needed to find something to drink. His head was pounding and he knew it wouldn't be long before the serum would start to wear off.] Please tell me that Hank is here somewhere?

[blueberry_bamf]

[Kurt feels like he knows this man for some reason. That's enough reason for him to reach back out over the network; that little inkling of recognition tended to mean it was someone he knew from back home, only from a different reality.]

Guten Morgen. I do not know about scotch, but I have found a place with excellent beer?

[silversneakers]

Zoom. That silver streak might be a bit familiar to Charles, considering he first saw it not much more than a day ago. It zooms past again, going in circles around the block. Then something catches the streak's attention and it stops, revealing Peter standing near Charles. He tucks his goggles back up on his forehead. "Professor?"

This Charles seems more like the one he first met and less like the one he knew at home before arriving here.

Network

[imaginationswoes]

There are several places actually.

[Lately Airy's been going to a lot of bars so she could point him to at least three different places that have a wide range of scotch available.]

New Arrival

[katerrifically]

There she was, minding her own business. Literally, minding her own business because the windows were not going to clean themselves. She was contemplating replaces the panes of glass with wood because despite the handles on the door people pushed when they should have pulled.

Without looking up from her windex and towel, she responded to the question without looking. "How about a cup of coffee instead?"

Jacob Frye | Assassin's Creed: Syndicate

[nothinglikefather]

1. A New Arrival

Jacob stumbles.

It's an unpleasant feeling, like he's just dropped a far longer distance than he really has. Or that he's dreamt about falling while still laying down. Either way, he has known since he came to that something is off, something is wrong, and that makes him glare suspiciously out from under the brim of his hat at the dark streets, rain glittering off the sidewalks. This is clearly not London. There's no familiar smog, no crumbly buildings, no shadow of St Paul's overshadowing everything but chimneys.

Where he is, he doesn't know, but instinct tells him he has to find out. He has to find Evie, or Henry, if he can, has to try and work out what this place is.

He heads on, towards the impossibly large tower that erupts in the skyline- not as pretty as St Paul's, but it'll do as a fixed point. It does not hold his attention for long, unfortunately. There is a shadow behind him, following, slinking closer, and Jacob can sense it. He knows the movements, the attempts to stay hidden, and expects the blow before it falls. He turns, lashing out at the figure, grabbing them by the shoulder and forcing them back into the grey stone of the nearest building.

"I'm not having a good day. But yours is probably going to be worse."

4. Prominence

There's nothing wrong with a drink. There's nothing wrong with several drinks, especially when they're free. And god, he's parched. He has been all day, and water does nothing. Tea makes him homesick. The beer here is piss but, and this is a very important but, it improves with each pint he drinks. So does the company.

An arm gets thrown around the drinker next to him, Jacob's sure they might have brought him a drink, or he bought them one, but does it matter? Hardly. Not when the booze keeps flowing.

"You know, this place? This place is... it's a lot like London. I think. You wanna another drink? I'm gonna have another drink."

8. Wild Card

The skin on his knuckles splits, rips, bleeds as it connects with the sharp jaw of the other man. The organic noise of the bone dislocating and teeth loosening is lost in the roar of the crowd, and the adrenaline pumping in Jacob's veins numbs any pain from his own bleeding lip and bruised eye.

Fight Clubs are nothing new. The fact that this one isn't illegal surprises him, but it means there's a big crowd, much bigger than he's used to, and that means that there's a lot more coin tossed towards him. Money that he's not about to turn down here, not when he's got to make his own way. He drops the other fighter back onto the saw-dust, wiping the blood and sweat from his face and then turning to the baying crowd and giving them a ridiculous bow. Give the crowd a show, right? At least, until the next couple of guys get within thumping range.

1.

[prefers_magneto]

The man was skulking. And Erik didn't recognize him. As he passed, Erik fell into step behind him. A wasp kept flying around his head. He tried to wave it off.

He was not expecting the man he was following to suddenly turn around and grab him. As his back hit the building, he was already reaching out with his powers for purchase. A sign came out of the pavement and the steel pole began to wrap around the man's shoulders.

1

[silversneakers]

People don't usually catch Peter off guard. Or at least, when they do, they still can't usually react faster than he can. So it startles him when someone walking in front of him suddenly has him pinned up against the wall. Especially when there's no apparent reason for someone to react that way.

"Whoa. Hey. I was just trying to go around you."

4.

[imaginationswoes]

She was sitting at the bar, happily sipping on drink number six. Each drink had been different in an attempt to try something new. This one was a martini with a lemon slice perfectly positioned on the rim of the glass. She lifted the mixture to her lips and giggled as the liquor spilled onto her wrist. Airy quickly set the glass back onto the polished counter and attempted to cleaned up the spill. Her tongue licked at her wrist until she was sure that she had caught all of the drops gliding down to her elbow. Once she was cleaned she wiped off her arm with one of the small square napkins sitting on the bar and addressed her drink again.

Airy was dressed nicely, in one of the slinky black dresses that she often wore to work when the man next to her began to talk. At first she didn't listen, which really wasn't like her, and then she had felt his arm around her shoulders. Bright azure blue eyes turned towards him as he spoke.

"I haven't been to London." Her words slurred a little together but at this point Airy was getting used to drinking... even if bars weren't her normal hang out and relax place. "I am drinking but after this." She brought her martini to her lips and took another sip.

Kara | Detroit: Become Human | GAME SPOILERS

[ax400kara]

1 - Arrival

The feeling of Alice's little hand in hers was still there. They had made it past the border. One moment they were stepping out into the snowy depths of freedom, feeling like the world and their futures were at their feet and in the next moment Kara was stepping out onto the street. Snow still clung to her lashes as she snapped her head to the side.

The feeling of Alice's hand was gone.

"Alice?" Kara felt a swell of panic push up through her chest. It was a new and raw emotion. It clawed at her insides. "Alice?!" The deviant turned, looking all around for her daughter. Where was she? "Luther?" No. No, they had just been here. Alice by her side and Luther following them close behind. Their family. Their little new family.

"Alice!" Kara shouted, activating her scan. She couldn't find her. She needed to find her. The android stepped out onto the main street, narrowly missing being hit by a car.

[imaginationswoes]

Airy's thoughts were busy as she made her way down the street. So much has been happening and it felt like her head was going to tumble from her shoulders.

A car horn snapped her out of her thoughts and she quickly skipped forward to see the young woman who had almost gotten hit by a car.

"Are you okay?" She looked fine but people didn't go walking into the streets unless they were distracted.