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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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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.

"Beautiful city," Jacob slurs, "Full of... of buildings. Good buildings. Lots and lots of handholds. And they have a... a long wet thing. Full of boats."

He nods, as if he's just delivered the best guide to the English captain ever heard, the sort that will inspire everyone to visit, and maybe, if he's lucky, he'll get to see it again. London had become his home, and he missed it. He missed the dark alleys and the sudden juxtaposition between rich and poor, he missed the noise and the trains and the views at dawn over the rooftops. He missed how old and new the city was at the same time.

And he missed the beer.

He nods at the drink in her hand, frowning at it. He's never seen such a fancy looking thing. "What's that? Gin?"

"A moat?"

'Why handholds? Maybe he means windowsills... Windowsills are pretty.'

Her thoughts clashed and gathered together before tumbling away. Some of what Airy thought found its way to the tip of her tongue but she was moving to slowly to keep up with everything else. She liked the idea of this guy sitting on a windowsill, like he was a gargoyle or some other fixture that attached to the side of buildings... whatever that was called.

"I wanna see." She replied with a little bit of a wider smile. Airy had given up on being able to travel a long time ago and being trapped in this city certainly doesn't make it easier. "I was in New York." It was almost home.

Airy's lips stretched into a smile. "This is vodka and lemon and delicious." She shifted a bit and placed the drink in front of him. "Try it. Just a sip." Because that was her drink and she'd be sad of her Lemonchello Martini was suddenly gone. Granted, she'd order another but it would still be sad.

"Moat? Dunno, maybe is gotta moat." Jacob replies, "Got lotsa old stuff. Like castles. Elephants and castles."

He drains the rest of his pint glass with great enthusiasm and sets it down on the bar top, before he looks back at her. "See what? London? You gotta see London, if you can. New York sounds good, a friend back in the world, Ned, he's from around there. I think."

Although Ned is a bit of an enigma really.

He's clearly hoping to be offered some, but he picks it up gently, aware that this is something he's being granted and takes a small lip. Tart and delicious, and he'd love to have more but he passes it back. "That's... that's nothing like beer."

But he doesn't sound unhappy in the slightest. Actually he catches the bartender's eye and points to the drink. "Another one of these! In a proper glass this time!"

"Lots of Elephant castles." Airy said as she nodded her head knowingly. They were very serious things, obviously.

"Really? Wait! You're new. I mean not from this City." It had taken Airy a little too long to catch onto that fact. "You're from London. That's so cool. You do have an accent. I think." Or maybe she was just hearing things. It was really hard to focus with all the alcohol making her head fuzzy.

"It's better than beer!" Airy didn't really like beer.

She took back her drink and took a long eager sip. "You like it? It's a lemonchello martini. Very lots of alcohol." It was very strong and Airy was feeling the effects. "We should get fries. Would you split fries with me?"

Jacob nods, although something about that sentence doesn't ring quite right, he really can't put his finger on it right now. Who knows? It's not important.

"Yeah, new." He agrees, gesturing around the bar, but meaning the city. "Been here... been here a few days, I think? Not seen much of the place. Not sure why the fuck I'm even here."

But enough of that. It's much more fun to get another drink, even if it doesn't come in a pint glass but one of those strange fancy things, but it'll do. He pulls it to him, taking a swallow and grinning. It's not better than beer, but it's still good.

"I'm a Frye." He answers, with a frown. Then realisation dawns. "You mean chips. Chips!" He calls the bartender back, who probably has enough drunks to deal with. "A helping of your finest chips!"

"Chip fries!" Airy shouted at the bartender before settling back down into her seat. Her lips pulled into a warm smile as she turned towards the semi-stranger at her side.

"I'm Airy. Hi Frye." She liked his name. It sounded nice. "We don't really know why we're all here. Just that we are and we're kind of stuck here. It's weird. Honestly, but it's a thing. You have a place to live and a little bit of money. Not a lot but some. I got a job. You should do that too." Jobs were important.

Maybe.

maybe important.

"I've been here for a few months. Like six or more. I don't know. It's all fuzzy right now." She took another sip of her drink. "Is that why you're drinking so much or is this normal?"

"Chips Chips Chips!" It seems a good chant, his free hand smacking up and down on the bar. The bartender looks like they've had enough, but at least no one was starting a fight. Jacob might, later, but right now he had a lovely lady to speak to, and a lemon... thingy. That was enough to keep him busy.

He makes a face, the idea of being stuck anywhere really offensive to him. After all, Frye means free! "No one can leave? At all?" He's still got enough functioning brain cells to ask that, even if the rest are all swimming in alcohol.

And to compound the effect, he takes a sip from the glass again. "What do you do? As a job?"

"So much? This isn't much." Jacob tells her, although the cocktail is hitting him a little harder than beer might do. "At home I can have ten pints before I'm rat-arsed. This is nothing."

Airy nodded her head before she placed her drink back down on the counter and nearly managed to cover herself in the tart lemon martini. Once she had everything situated she decided that he probably wanted a more elaborate explanation, even if it wasn't a great explanation.

"So, we show up here. Not everyone but the people who people here call Chosen. I don't know why." She waved a hand as if designating it unimportant. "Anyway, we don't know a way home and if we try and leave the city you'll get dizzy and there are these demon things out there."

That was all she had, so she made a 180 and started talking about her job without much of a Segway.

"I work at a bar. I play the violin and sing there. I also sometimes work behind the bar. There is a brothel attached to it but it isn't open right now. With the renovations and down buildings the space is being used as a shelter. As is the building next door. But the bar was able to open a little while ago."

She took another sip of her drink. "I want to see you drink six pints of martini. Though that would likely make you go broke or something."

He's heard something like this. People turn up, they can't leave, demons. Demons get mentioned a lot. He's still not seen any for himself, but then again, he's hardly done much here.

"Everyone talks about the demons," He says, "What are they? Monsters?"

No one here seems to really tell him what is going on, or can't.

"Not much good in bars. Unless they want someone to drink their beer or keep out the drunks." He's no bar-man, and he doesn't sing, or play anything other than the piano, but he doesn't do that well. "Don't think I'm gonna be getting a job with you Airy." He adds, with a disappointed shrug. "Unless that brothel wants me."

"Six pints of this?" He picks up his drink again, and downs it. Yeah, that's tart. And it burns. He's not going to do that again. "No. I don't think so. Pick another drink."

"Sort of like shadows. Monsters is a relative term. Like some people call some things monsters that aren't monster and then somethings that are monsters don't really look like monsters." She paused, squinted at her own phrasing and then continued. "But the shadowy ones who attack you are bad. If they attack you, you know they're bad."

There was more too it than that more she as having trouble remembering all of the details. Maybe she's hit her limit on drinks tonight.

"I think the brothel will take anyone. If that's the kind of work you're interested. They have boy and girls, both of whom swing both ways. Felicity keeps telling me I should try out the work but I prefer to stick to singing. If you don't want that there are other jobs too or if you want to stop by you can always drink. The beer isn't much better but they have a great wine and liquor selection." Airy's been learning about top shelf liquors. It was pretty interesting.

"Do you want liquor again? I think we should go whiskey if you want a burn that tastes like wood and... manliness. I like it. I think you will or an old fashion if you don't want to go straight whiskey."

If they attack you, you know they're bad has Jacob almost doubled up with rich, alcohol-fuelled laughter, although he'd find it funny sober too. It takes him a minute to calm down, patting her on the back because she really doesn't know how amusing what she's said is.

"The trick," He manages, after the laughter has stopped, "Is to attack them before they attack you." And with that he moves his left arm, letting the blade hidden in the leather bracer spring into place, longer than his palm, and then it's gone again in a moment. Yes, he's showing off. His sister would be angry, his father disappointed, but they aren't talking to a cute girl in a bar.

"Not really my sort of thing," Jacob replies, in regard to the brothel. "I tend to give away freebies." And really, honestly, it doesn't appeal to him. There's other ways of making money, he's sure of that. Whether it is completely legal or not doesn't matter too much, but it's a little more active that brothel work tends to be.

He grins at her, and winks. "They have whiskey in London Airy. My treat." As that's when their fries arrive, he gets them two whiskeys from the bartender at the same time.

Airy really didn't understand what was funny. She tried to. She stared really hard at Jacob to see if watching his laugh would give her a clue but it didn't.

"Yeah, okay." That made sense but... "What if they're not monsters and they just look different? Wouldn't that make you the monster then." She wanted to stand against things that sought to hurt people and at the same time, she didn't want to become what she was trying to fight. It was in the middle of this thought that she saw the glint of his knife appear and disappear.

Okay, that was impressive.

"I get it. I'm generally a fan of the freebie way of life too." That sounded weird but Airy was too drunk to care. Her thoughts and replies were all over the place. "Also, I want to know how you did that because that looked super sneaky and I want to do it too."

And then the fries distracted her.

Airy had a weakness for all and any fried food, likely because she didn't eat it very often. He'd find her quickly picking at the fries, going after the crispiest and saltiest first. "Do you like whiskey?" She asked after a few moments of French fry heaven while liking the little crystals of salt from her fingertips.

"The worst monsters look like everyone else." Or at least that's what he was taught. "The ones here, they have extra heads? Horns? Tails with spikes on?"

Because those sound like monsters from stories. He doesn't know really what she means when she says monsters but if you know they're monsters, you know what to expect. If they look like her or him or anyone else then how,can you tell they're rotten to the core?

"Sneaky? Guess you could say sneaky is my mind name. But maybe... maybe I'll show you later." He grins at her, but doesn't flash the blade again. Not when he's also itching for the chips.

He picks at a couple as well, munching happily away for a moment until the drinks are brought to them. "Whiskey's okay. If you don't have to work the next day." One might be okay. But Jacob is bad at stopping at one.

"Yes they do." Airy agreed in between bites of french fires. Potatoes were amazing things. By themselves they weren't all that great but like Eevee's, they had potential to involve into amazing foods.

She really liked french fires.

"Deal!" She turned to him with a bright smile. Assume Airy remembered the night, she'd be asking Jacob to teach her how to do that. With her abilities she could cheat but she wanted to know how he did it. It looked cool.

"I only really get bad hangovers if I drink too much wine." Though that really did depend on how much Airy drank. "Is your favorite beer?"

Jacob nods, completely agreeing but not really remembering what he's agreeing to. Something about monsters with extra heads or no heads. It probably doesn't matter, because there's chips.

He has a couple more, enjoying the girl's enthusiasm. He might remember making the deal but he's not always good at remembering names and faces the next day. And whether or not he owes people money.

"Wine is disgusting," He says, remembering the fact Evie made him drink it last Christmas and he can still remember throwing it all up again. "Spirits and liquor and beer, that's the only way to go. And I guess? Beer's just beer, right? It's like asking someone if they like air."

Because where he's from, you don't drink the water.

She laughed as she licked a bit of salt from the tips of her fingers. "It's good with food. Like a dark red with a nice stake or something." When it came to drinking wine on it's own, Airy was less of a fan but it went a lot better with food compared to hard liquors which usually had a taste of their own that she'd rather savor without the distraction of food.

Airy spent a lot of time thinking about food.

"I don't know. There are like IPA's and then reds and then... I forget beers." The point was that there were many of them.

Jacob shrugs. "All I know is that when you throw it all up again, wine is the worst."

Still, they have whiskey now and he's good with whiskey, he likes the gentle burn. He pushes her glass towards her, before taking a sip of his own. He's not sure it really works with chips, but does that matter? Although they are beginning to run out of chips.

"IPAs? No no, there's small beer, ale, bitter, stout, ale, porter, India Pale, table, Burton. Did I mention small? Never heard of red. Gotta try that, if they have that here."

Airy snickered though she tried to hide her laugh by taking a sip of her drink. "I guess I have a strong stomach but I don't throw up that often." It was a by product of her abilities which also made it nearly impossible for Airy to get addicted to anything.

Given her latest trends, that was probably a blessing.

"IPA is India Pale Ale. It's just the short version for the lazy." She smiled. "Irish Red. I thin they do. Each pace usually has one on tap. What's small exactly? I haven't heard of that."

Airy paused and pointed at the whiskey. "I like this by the way."

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