> 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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→ 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!
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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!

Comments

[prefers_magneto]

You're a riot, Charles.

[The staff sergeant issues Charles a pass and escorts him to the top floor, directing him down the hall. He'll find Erik's glass office and Erik waves him in. There's a glass of scotch sitting on the desk in front of the guest chair.]

Good morning.

[bethebetterpath]

[Charles makes his way in, holding the pass, glancing around the office. His eyes are wide and he doesn't even bother trying to hide the shock of it all. His head shakes and he lets out a whistle before settling himself in one of the chairs in front of Erik's desk. Grabbing the glass, he sips at least half of it, setting it back down slowly.]

Morning.

[He stares hard at Erik, raising an eyebrow at him.] I'll have you know, I'm very funny. Raven would say I was a riot. [Would she? Really?]

What's going on, Erik? Where are we? Why did you pull me here?

[prefers_magneto]

If you're asking why I asked you to come to the police station, it's because I have responsibilities and can't just leave in the middle of the morning. If you're asking why I pulled you to the City, that wasn't me. [He takes a calm sip of coffee and studies Charles' face.] I don't have any more choice than you do in being here. But I also don't intend to leave.

[bethebetterpath]

Yes, Erik, I understand that. I just... What's your agenda? Are you the Chief of the police here? [Forgive him for not believing you to be, well, honest enough for the role.]

Erik... [He reaches out to grab the glass again, fingers tight around it but not sipping, not yet.] Okay, let's... Let's start small. Where is here? How did you get here, at least?

[Because he's sure he'll need more scotch for his side of the story.] Have you been here since Paris? Is this where you ran off to?

[prefers_magneto]

[It's Erik's turn to raise an eyebrow.]

You don't know that yet? You should have gleaned most of that in the first two seconds that you touched my mind.

[bethebetterpath]

Well... [He takes that moment to take another LOOOONG sip of his drink, staring up at Erik, delaying speaking for as long as he can. At least until the glass is empty. He frowns and puts it back down on the desk.]

Perhaps I am trying to be polite? You have asked me several times not to enter your mind. I am just respecting your wishes.

[And not admitting that his powers are gone. Bad Charles.] Would you like me to enter your mind? I'm trying to be civil, Erik.

[prefers_magneto]

I told you once to stay out of my head, Charles. When we first met. How long ago was that for you now? Now you're going to listen? Don't be ridiculous. It's not about 'respect'; that's what you are.

[bethebetterpath]

[He shrugs, rising to his feet and slowly moving about the office, pacing slightly. He wants more to drink, but he isn't ready to just start ransacking Erik's office. He's not that callous. He sighs, looking over at Erik, not really wanting to tell him the truth.]

I'm not going to go into your head, Erik. Not this time.

And you'r evading me. Where are we? [He turned back to Erik, pounding his hands on the desk.] What is going on, Erik? I need to get home.

[prefers_magneto]

[Erik just looks at him for a moment, rather placidly, all things considered.]

Why? If you're from any future I've heard about, it can't be that great. You're yearning for the company of Hank, for god's sake. Listen to yourself.

[He stands and faces Charles.]

We're in a City outside of time. Outside of reality. It subsists on emotions related to the Seven Deadly Sins. Those brought here are called 'The Chosen'. The flat you woke up in is yours to use, free of charge. You're stuck here until they release you. You, in particular, have been here several times before. I've run into.... You're the fifth, in the five or so years I've been here. Any other questions?

[bethebetterpath]

[He blinked, moving back to his chair and slowly lowering himself into it. Out of time. Out of reality. Chosen against his will and stuck here until they deem him worthy to go home.] Kidnappers that put a roof over your head, how keen.

[His eyes narrowed and he glared up at Erik.] Stop that. Hank is a good person, even if you don't like him. At least he stayed with me after... [His voice trailed off.]

Heard about? What do you mean? When are you from? [Anything to get him not talking about his powers.]

[prefers_magneto]

I stepped out of the submarine in Cuba and landed on a City street instead of the beach. And where else would Hank go? He keeps inventing things that can be used against mutants. The serum he wanted Raven to take? Please. The last thing we need is to work hard at being just like people we're better than.

[He walked to the window and looked out.]

It's terrible here, Charles, and it's also still better than all of that.

[bethebetterpath]

Cuba. [Charles was quiet as he tried to think back to the past. If Erik was from Cuba, stepping out of the submarine, then that was just after he had killed Shaw. His eyes closed and he reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He wouldn't remember anything else that happened, not having lived it himself. The shot. Dallas. Paris. All the memories that were harsh and dark to him were memories Erik wouldn't know.

He sighed. His shoulders slumped as he opened his eyes and looked up at Erik.] That's nothing to the serum he gives me.

[He rose to his feet and moved over to stand beside Erik, staring out the window.] It's terrible here and yet you won't go back. How do you change the world for the better if you give up on it?

[prefers_magneto]

Change the world? [Erik all but laughs.] You leave me to rot in prison for ten years for a crime I didn't commit. I lose Raven. I lose another family to human hatred. Who's changing the world, exactly? I have no use for that future. Here, at least, I have standing. Responsibility. A wife.

[bethebetterpath]

[For a moment, Charles is dumbfounded. Speechless, he stares up at Erik, his mind trying to process the words that he's hearing. He should have known better. He remembered the plane and what almost happened when they fought on it. This Erik never had that argument with him. His shoulders slumped. He really didn't want to have that argument again, but it looked like that was going to happen whether he wanted it or not.]

You abandoned me, Erik. You left me. You took Raven and you abandoned me.

[Charles jumped to his feet so fast that he kicked the chair out behind him. Moving closer to Erik, he stood mere inches away from his old friend.] How was I to know? They said that you killed the President. You were in a prison that was not easily extractable, my old friend. You drove Raven away. You didn't care that I needed you after I lost my legs!

Fine, you found your happiness and you can't send me home. Was there any other bombshells you wish to drop on me, perhaps?

[prefers_magneto]

It hasn't happened to me yet, Charles, [He holds his ground, but neither his tone nor stance is aggressive.] but the version I heard is that you sent us away. And it shouldn't matter that they said I did it; you have the mechanism to know the truth. You chose not to use it for whatever reason. I never dug into that with your previous selves. Maybe I didn't want to know what would make your heart of all hearts so hard that you'd see tangible injustice against any of us and do nothing. [He gestures towards Charles.] You're a lot like Charles Number Three. He liked to tell me how much I don't know how to care about other people. By the end, he was quite keen to tell me what a monster I am. [He spreads his arms.] Would you like to have a go? Or throw a punch? [He tilts his head towards the desk.] Or would you prefer to have another drink, instead?

[bethebetterpath]

I don't want to do any of that! I don't want to fight you. I don't want to throw a punch at you. Fuck, Erik, you are an old friend that it gutted me to lose. Now, here, I have you again and all we do is fight?

[Charles backed down first, moving away from him and shaking his head. Number three? Number five? He didn't want to be another number. He just wanted to be himself. No past comparisons to things he didn't even remember. Of course, he would have to justify his actions again.]

Erik. You don't get it. I can't use my powers. I don't have them.

[Charles picked up the glass and turned, throwing it against the closed door of Erik's office, watching the glass shatter.]

I can't read your mind. I don't know anything because I can't. Not right now. Soon, it will come back when Hank's serum wears off. He's not here to give me another dose. I have no powers, Erik.

[prefers_magneto]

Hank's serum. [His mouth is pressed into a line.] Hank made a serum that suppresses your powers and you take it. [He shakes his head.] You two are really made for each other, aren't you? [He sits back down at his desk and takes out another glass, setting it back on Charles' side, pouring another two fingers of scotch.]

[bethebetterpath]

[Once he sat back down, he was much calmer. A part of Charles regretted immediately his rash decisions. If he had his powers, he would reverse it and pick up the pieces of the shattered glass that now lay upon the floor. He glanced over at it, cursing himself inwardly for acting so rash and immaturely. He was better than that.]

Erik... The treatment for my spine? It affects my DNA. It's not... I sacrificed my powers so I can sleep. So that the voices...

[His voice trailed off, looking away from Erik. He took the glass easily, sipping at it. Erik would never understand. He saw the powers a different way than Charles did. No matter the justification, the fact that Charles suppressed them at all would always cause Erik to look down upon him.]

[prefers_magneto]

[Erik looked over at him.]

You didn't mind the voices when they gave you an advantage. You liked being a mutant then. The problem is that if you only appreciate who you are when it's fun, then you don't really appreciate who you are, Charles.

[bethebetterpath]

That's not it at all.

[He glanced up at Erik.] I know that you didn't kill the President. I know what you said, what you always said. That they would come for us. I know the truth, Erik. You were right. I don't blame you for thinking me the fool.

Without you. Without her... Nothing was the same.

[prefers_magneto]

Did you ask us to stay? In the next ten years, did you ever contact either of us? You can't blame other people for your own inaction; what you do is the only thing you can control. I learned that early in life, Charles. Take the lesson from me for once.

[bethebetterpath]

You never would have stayed.

[He took a sip of his drink.]

We tried to have the school, Hank and I. We wanted to teach young mutants and have a place for them. It didn't... It closed. Everything was gone. I... I understand.

[He glanced up at Erik.] Where do we go from here? You're here, but you're not... It's not the same. We're not the same. And I'm assuming Raven isn't here.

[prefers_magneto]

You don't fucking know that. I'll tell you why you didn't ask: you didn't want my ideas in those precious young minds because you always know best. Did you miss us before everything with the school went to shit, or only after?

[A beat, where he takes a sip of his coffee in a mirror of Charles' posture.]

No. Raven's not my wife, if that's what you're asking.

[bethebetterpath]

You want them to be killers, Erik! I want them to be students. [He shook his head, glaring at Erik as he sipped his drink.] I missed you before everyone left, thank you very much. I know you were right, that they will always come for us, but why does death have to be the answer? We can be the better person.

[He frowned.]

Good. She's my sister.

[prefers_magneto]

You think I want to kill people? I don't, but I'm not afraid to. I've seen what happens to the reviled race when they think the way to combat oppression is to keep their heads down and behave. I won't 'behave' all the way into an oven, Charles. Not this time.

[He leans back in his seat, studying the old friend he is really very pleased to see, but who has no way to know that.]

I make no promises about Raven in our world - she's an extraordinary woman - but you can rest assured if she shows up here: I'm well and truly spoken for.