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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

Since they're the ones out committing genocides, I feel like they're the ones that should have to show us something.

[But, in truth, Erik was comfortable never agreeing with Charles on this point. Instead he gestures to the paintings on his walls; the only personal touches in an otherwise spartan office, except for the fact that all of the furniture is made of steel. He answers Charles' other, more pleasant question.]

She's an artist from California. She painted these. She has a gallery here in town. We met properly for the first time when I purchased that one, [He indicates the Crying Woman.] at a charity auction.

[Charles is quiet for a long time. He glances up at the paintings on the wall, admiring them. She was very talented. He could see the uses of color and the different contrasts in the works of art. His head nods and he glances back and forth between the paintings and Erik. A part of him is glad that Erik has found his happiness.]

I'm glad you found her, found this...

[Rising to his feet, Erik began to pace back and forth. Everything was swarming around him. Trapped away from home, away from everything that he knew. He had no serum. He was taken against his will with no way of going home, no way of getting back to Hank. The voices would come. He was sure that he would hear them soon. ]

I have to get out of here. I have to find a scientist, someone who can replicate Hank's formula. I have to... [He doesn't want to have to find a wheelchair.]

You don't honestly want to stay in silence, Charles. You're not made for that; no wonder you're going mad.

Going mad. I'm going mad?

[He shook his head, looking up at Erik. One of he hands motioned from his legs to his head.] It won't be long. As these go, these will come back.

The voices, they all come back. [One of his hands reached up, rubbing his face against the palm of it.] I... I don't want the future, Erik. I can't...

You don't get it, Charles. [Erik leans forward.] You're free of it here. The future? It's far away. Whose voices are you afraid of in this place? Mine? Some random strangers'? All of that: it's gone.

I'll still hear people, Erik! People's anger. People's sadness. That won't go away. [His eyes widened and he stared at Erik.] If someone is upset or angry, if someone is sad, I will hear it. I can't... I can't hear that.

[His hands clenched together into fists and he struggled to remain calm. Erik just wasn't going to understand.] Your power is different. You can control it. You don't hear others around you. I just... I want to sleep, Erik. I don't want the voices in my head. I needed some peace. You want me to just settle here with you and act like nothing is wrong?

I can't do that, my old friend.

You jumped into my mind as thoughtlessly as you jumped into the water and suddenly you're afraid of sad thoughts? No offence, old friend, but don't be a fucking baby. The world is a sad, angry place. You used to think it was your place to fix it. I can't say I always agreed, but I preferred that annoying, smug idealist over this simpering coward, afraid to use his own gifts.

It's not my place anymore. It's not my world. I just want to go about my life, alone, drink and die. Do you know how much it hurt to not have Raven in my life anymore? To wake up and know she wouldn't be there? To have to struggle every day without her. Without everyone. Gone. They were all gone.

[Charles began to pace back and forth, anything to not look at Erik. He couldn't help it. For lack of a better way to describe it, Charles knew he was having a crisis. Crisis of himself, of faith, of what he wasn't sure. He just knew that he had been much happier back at the mansion and drunk.]

Logan... He... [The last thing he remembered was being in the mansion with Logan, about to strike the syringe into his arm and it had all gone blank.] Erik, I... I can't do this alone.

I know exactly how it feels, Charles. And you know I do. Do you see now, how seeing inside someone's head doesn't mean you know what they've gone through? I was thirteen when I woke up and everyone was gone. Everyone. And you haven't even been truly alone, have you? For all the poor company I find Hank you be, you seem to have retained his dumb puppy loyalty. And you're not alone now, either, but not having your powers probably makes it feel that way. I told you: you're not wired not to perceive with world with six senses. You don't need to find a way to keep suppressing your powers; you need a way to get them back as soon as possible.

He's not a dumb...

[Charles sighed, looking up at Erik. He hated this. He hated feeling so weak. A shiver ran through him as he struggled to remain calm despite it all.]

They'll come back. The serum will wear off and they will come back and I will need that chair again, Erik! [He hated it, hated feeling helpless, hated the voices impeding in on him. He hated that he'd been brought here against his will and he hated that he was stuck here too, even if he had Erik beside him.]

You want me to believe you but you never believe me when I tell you what I think of you... Why should now be any different.

He's the dumbest smart person I've ever met. [He told Raven she isn't pretty. How much of a fucking schmuck could someone be, Charles?]

And if you need a chair, we'll get you a chair. I'm sorry about your legs, since I'm told that's my fault, but your legs aren't your power. And if you had your powers, you wouldn't have to question what to believe; you'd already know.

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