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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!
→ Tag around!

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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Kurt pressed the shirt against him and one of Cassidy's hands pressed over Kurt's. He sort of regretted doing that, though, after he felt the unusual bone structure under his palm. Just two thick-knuckled fingers.

Sure, Cassidy had had some wild hallucinations in his day, but as much as he tried to see Kurt as somebody just come from a party, who'd gotten a little too into his costume... well, he'd seen the mugger vanish.

"Well, it's possible I may need to see a doctor," he said, then realized that might be taken as a cue to teleport him to the hospital, and grabbed on tight to Kurt's wrist. "Wait! No, no, not really. Not really. I need sommat else."

Whatever the hell was going on here, there was no space for getting tricky. Cassidy was honestly kind of terrified, and his terror was inspiring a desperate gamble.

"If I tell 'ya, will you promise to believe me and to try and help me out?"

"...Of course." Kurt wasn't sure if the man was going into shock, but he wasn't about to teleport him without warning. That could end very badly. "Trust me, nothing you tell me will surprise me at this point." After all, he was an X-Man displaced through time and place into a City with no means of escape. He'd met all sorts of people here who pushed the limits of believably.

All right. Here goes. Cassidy made himself look straight into those shining yellow eyes, to let Kurt see that he was really serious.

“I’m a vampire. If I get blood, I’ll heal. Just take me someplace with blood bags in storage, or like, a butcher shop. Doesn’t matter.”

"...Is that all?" Kurt chuckled. "Ah, forgive me, I should not laugh-- but vampires are fairly run of the mill. I am unsure of where any of those things could be found, however. I am still fairly new to the City myself..." He paused to think, tail flicking slightly. "...I do not suppose my blood would work? I would not mind giving you a little to staunch the bleeding."

Cassidy looked over Kurt's face — okay, fair enough that he wouldn't be shocked by a vampire.

He needed, maybe... two seconds to think about that proposal.

"Yeah, why not?" Who the hell knew? He might end up with mutant powers. "You gotta be okay with givin' yourself a cut, though; I've got no fangs."

"A vampire without fangs? And here I thought I was given some unfortunate quirks of nature." Kurt pulled out a dagger-- he didn't carry his swords with him in public just yet. With a wince he drew the blade across his palm, before offering it to the stranger. "Do not worry; I do not think you can catch being blue and furry from me."

After only another moment of hesitation, Cassidy pressed his mouth to the wound and sucked. It probably felt pretty weird — probably hurt, because as delicate as he could try to be about it, he was still applying suction to an open wound.

But after a couple of good swallows, if Kurt took a look at Cassidy's wound, he'd see that it was starting to close.

Kurt winced-- that was not a very pleasant feeling. His tail lashed slightly as he forced himself to hold still, watching as the other man's wound close. That was a handy trick. He wondered momentarily how his blood tasted, but decided that question was a little too intimate considering the situation.

The sense of bizarre intimacy likely wasn't helped by the sounds Cassidy was making: little snuffles of breath through his nose, small hitches in his voice as the wound closed up.

There was a light, metallic ping on the ground behind him, and the bullet was pushed out his back. That was Cassidy's cue to sit back and take his last swallow, letting the blood he'd already ingested do the rest of the work. He wiped his mouth off on his forearm, then:

"...thanks," he nodded, giving Kurt another not-so-certain glance over.

Nope. Definitely not hallucinating.

The noises certainly weren't helping. Kurt was glad that his indigo fur kept any blush from being noticeable. This was medical, that was all... He still found himself relieved when the stranger pulled away. At his word of thanks, Kurt shook his head. "No need to thank me. Anyone else would have done the same."

The man still looked a little confused... He must be a new arrival. "Once your wound is fully healed, mein freund, we will get some coffee in you. Or alcohol, whichever you would prefer. Ah, I am Kurt Wagner, by the way." Maybe the strange look the man was giving him was mostly on his appearance rather than a concussion or blood loss? That would be the better option...

The look of confusion would start retreating after a moment. At a certain point, Cassidy just had to start trusting what his senses were telling him.

"Cassidy." He held a hand up between them to shake Kurt's uninjured one, then set about standing, only letting out a small grunt as he hefted himself up the wall to his feet.

"Alcohol would be tops, actually. You know a place?"

"I do." Kurt watched the other man closely, just in case he toppled over at the last minute... "There is a bar nearby. Their beer is not the best, but it is at least not American, ja?" He chuckled to show he was (mostly) kidding. "I have a friend who needs several drinks every time he heals from getting shot. Or just because it is Tuesday." Leading the way, Kurt made sure to keep his pace slow so that Cassidy wouldn't be pressured to move too fast. "You are new to the City?"

No toppling. As soon as he was up, Cassidy stretched his arms back to loosen himself up — then he was good to go. If he loped after Kurt at a slower pace, it was only because he was feeling significantly more relaxed than a moment ago.

He was just going to breeze past the comment about Kurt’s healing friend, for now. One mindfuck at a time.

“Fairly new, yeah. Still within me first week.”

"I am afraid it gets both easier and harder to accept as time goes on." Kurt replied sympathetically, keeping his pace slow so the other man could keep up easily. There were bars all over the city, and one happened to be close by. Opening the door for Cassidy, he motioned for him to go in first. "Allow me to buy you a drink or five as a 'welcome to the City' gesture. The same was done for me and it helped quite a bit."

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