cityofsin_ooc | 🚕 TEST DRIVE 017

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🚕 TEST DRIVE 017

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? Villain.

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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BAR

A clink echoed through the bar as Dan slammed his glass onto the polished surface. His vision was already blurring in and out. He had been drinking since 2 pm, shortly after waking up in that weird uncomfortably plush apartment. He had to get out of that place but he hadn't gotten very far. He was somewhere in the Red Light District. He was going crazy. That was the only logical explanation. Two years with Herbert West was sure to drive anyone crazy. Different names and faces flickered through his thoughts but as his drunk state mounted, his memories focused on the past.

He thought he'd gotten over it after that thing pulled her heart from her chest but maybe Dan would never get over it. His life had been perfect before meeting West. He had been planning to marry the woman he loved, he'd been a promising young doctor and a favorite at the school.

Now what was he?

Dan was lost, a drunk and feeling like the rug had once again been pulled out from beneath him. He should go to the hospital, find a phone, do something to contact… someone, but he wondered if anyone was looking for him anymore. After everything with West, he had Francesca but she'd be better off without him.

Everyone would be better off without him.

He was done with West, done with this weird shit happening.

Dan waved towards the bartender and ordered another shot. The man behind the bar gave him a look but poured the whiskey. Dan's chiseled features made him look handsome, drunk or sober, and more than a few bar patrons stared as he sat in a wallow of self-pity. He was obvious to the rest of the room and unless told, he'd spend the night at the bar or maybe just the fifty dollars that he had to his name.

WILDCARD

[ooc: Hello, I would like to bring Dan in and have him get mugged almost immediately. So he will be attacked, beaten, robbed and then show up at the hospital by the next day. If anyone wants to be a part of this let me know and we can add that to the test drive!!! I'd like that to be how he arrives because being mean to muses is fun.

Or we can do something that is random that takes place in the city; meeting at a party, confused tourist on the streets or crazy attack by demon. Let me know and I can write up a starter. I am good with anyone and excited to have Dan here.

He will also be less depressing after he realizes that Meg is alive and in the city.]

Edited 2018-12-26 15:30 (UTC)

Charles sighed as he rolled up to the bar. He'd been sitting in the back in a corner, watching the room as he sipped his drink. After everything that had happened, he really wasn't feeling in the mood to people with anyone. And yet, he had that small spark inside of him. He couldn't just ignore someone when they looked like they were hurting so much that they practically screamed it. He didn't have to ask permission to read the man's thoughts, he was yelling loudly to Charles. At least mentally.

Rolling up to the bar beside him, Charles placed some money down on the bar and gave the bartender a look. Go ahead and serve him, the look said. He'd try to take care of this one.

"Hey," he murmured to Dan. He turned his chair so that he was facing him. "You... You look pretty beat up. May I inquire if you're okay? Did you just arrive here? Because this place can be pretty traumatizing when you first show up." He knew, he had no reason to stick his nose in. And it would probably be unwelcome, but that wouldn't stop him from trying to be a friend.

"Can I help? My name's Charles."

Dan turned towards Charles and took a second to focus on him. The man looked like he was close to his age but maybe older? He was in a wheel chair and Dan's medical training began to sort through reasons why that might be. It didn't get very far. He was too drunk to truly think and towards the end of his thoughts he wondered if it even mattered. He couldn't save the life that matter, could he really save anyone?

"Do I look okay?" He took the shot and knocked it back before once again slamming the glass against the counter. It echoed and Dan winced. "No. Not okay."

What was the point of saying otherwise?

Now that Charles was closer, he'd be able to see that Dan's clothes were in a sorry state. He was covered in dirt with dark spots of maroon blood staining the worn fabric. He didn't look like he really cared about it though. "Dan. Daniel Cain." He gestured to the shot glass as it was refilled. "Thanks."

With a frown, Charles placed some more money on the bar. When he was given a matching shot glass, Charles took it and held it in his hand, saying something to himself quietly before he took the shot. Dan had just gotten here, that much he could tell. He was probably upset from being pulled here and he looked like he'd seen much better days.

He didn't know about what just happened or how much pain Charles had actually been in, so Charles didn't get angry or give him any satisfaction of looking ruffled. That was more Erik's speed. "I'm sorry you're not okay. I would help, if I can. If you feel like talking."

Charles motioned to the bartender and ordered a drink to go with his shot. He could see that the man really should go to the hospital, or that would be his guess, but he doubted that would be a good conversation opener. He had to try to gain the man's trust first.

"Charles Xavier. Some people used to call me professor, but that... That was a long time ago now." He sighed, looking around the bar, anywhere except Daniel. He didn't want the lad to think he was staring.

Dan shook his head, his expression distant and unfocused. "Talking won't change what happened." He ran a hand over his features and then through the thick waves of silky dark hair. "It's all so fucked up. I must be going insane. That's the only explanation."

This was his punishment for letting Megan die.

"Charles." He slurred the name but there was a certain amount of effort in the repetition. "Why do you want to help me?" Dan had never met anyone so altruistic before. He assumed, that like West, there was some angle that he didn't know about.

Dan reached for his shot glass, slipped and spilled the liquor all over the counter and himself. "Damn it."

"No, you're not insane, my friend. We cannot change the past, but we can try to learn from it and move on into the future." Charles took a sip of his drink, watching Dan. "When I was pulled here, I was sure that it was karma doing diligence on me. Somehow, I had earned this place, this was where I would make my restitution. I was wrong. That is not the case. People just get pulled here. There is no rhyme or reason to who gets brought here or why. The only thing we can do is try to band together."

Not that the last attempt at doing just that had any sort of success.

Charles didn't laugh. He watched Dan, worried for him. "I like to help people. I have no motive in this. I want nothing. I just... I don't want to see people in pain." He sighed, giving Dan a look. "Perhaps we should get you cleaned up or call it a night, hmm? Can I help you find your way home?"

Dan shook his hand, running his palm over his face and through his hair as he tried to sort the thoughts that rattled around in his head. "No. I don't really want to go back there..." Where he'd woken up looked like a damn call hotel and Dan didn't really want to think about sex unless he was having it, at least then it'd drown out the feelings he felt knotting in his chest.

"I'm a doctor. I'm supposed to be able to save people, struggle against death, not get them killed." He grabbed the shot glass and realized then that his fingers were shaking. How much had he drank before Charles joined him at the bar.

"Help people." It felt like walking along the edge of a blade. "It sounds so easy in theory." But Dan didn't know what would help him or what he could do to help other.

He rested his forehead on the back of his hand and once again shook his head. "I don't know what I'm doing." Here or anywhere else.

Slowly, Charles reached out and gently rested a hand on Dan's elbow. "So, don't go back there. There are other places you can stay. I have an apartment with a very comfy couch. It's yours if you want it." Charles bit his lip, staring up at Dan. The man needed help. And while he doubted he could do much for him, he had to try.

His head slowly nodded. "Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you can't save everyone. That's just how it is, unfortunately." He should know. He's been trying to save Erik for years. "You're a doctor. You are still a good person. You took an oath. Nobody is perfect. All you can do is try your best."

Charles stared up at Dan. "It does sound easy, but it's not." He reached out and took another sip of his drink. "That's why you became a doctor in the first place, wasn't it? Wanting to help people?"

"So, take it one day at a time. Let's start with you getting some rest and some clean clothes, hmmm?"

Dan met his gaze and almost laughed. Charles. He'd have to remember that name, even though the drunk haze that he found himself in now. "Yeah? Not looking for a roommate again but maybe one night." He didn't think he could stand, let alone walk but the offer was nice.

He didn't remember the last time he'd lived alone...

"I'm not so sure if I'm a good person." He ran his palm down his face. "But you are. Thanks. For this." Dan's sentences were a little disjointed but he was trying to make sense. For the moment, he was succeeding.

"I still don't know what I want to do here or if I should keep being a doctor." Years of medical school, his time in the war, what was that all worth? At the same time, Dan knew he was whining. There was no way he wouldn't continue his work. He wasn't capable of doing nothing, he needed that something in his life.

Dan glanced down at his soiled shirt and pants and almost laughed. The shirt was ripped and open while everything was covered in dirt and blood. "Yeah. I looked like I crawled out of a grave yard." Which was exactly what had happened.

Two years, two terrible wonderful years of SCIENCE. Herbert had come to genuinely care about the health and welfare of his partner. Through war, sickness, and health, he had both followed and lead Dan through the path he felt the man should be on. He had opened himself to another living person besides Hans Gruber. When the top of the crypt came down on him he truely though Dan would save him, he wouldn't leave him like last time... and yet.

He had spent hours getting himself out of that rubble, his watch busted, it still worked but the glass was ruined. He shouldn't be wearing it in the hospital yet, it was a reminder, something dear that was broken besides his heart at Dan running off with that tramp. Being in this strange city for a few weeks with Megan had been, well strange. More so after their last big blow up, but he was doing his best. The nurse; Emily, had come to fetch him. A victim of a mugging, shot with no ID had been brought in. He followed her until he saw who was laying on that bed. 'Why must I always be right...' He knew Dan would follow Megan.

"Go get someone else. I can't work on him." Herbert had not said no yet. Taking the paperwork he signed off on it, filling in Dan's chart, of course he knew Dan's information, why wouldn't he. Though he left the work to someone else. He went and made a call to the apartment, to give Megan a heads up, and a room number. He tried to time his peaking in and checking charts for when he was sure Daniel would be sedated, a day or so after arrival he got careless, silently walking in, and lifting the charts assuming Dan to be asleep.

"West?" His voice cracked and his vision swam in nauseating hues of white and bright florescent light. He heard the steady beep of his heart monitor and inhaled the familiar scent of ammonia that clung to all hospital rooms. Dan knew where he was. He was at the hospital.

Maybe it'd all been a dream? But he knew better than that.

"No." His voice was soft and rough. "West is dead. I saw-" His torso shook as he struggled to breath. "The roof collapsed..." Dan began to struggle but the steady drip into his arm calmed him. It hurt to breathe and that's when he remembered.

He'd been stumbling out of the bar when the man... he'd been shot through a lung or maybe it'd been his side? Danny blindly groped at his bandages but he was too far gone to know what he was feeling. The haze shame of West was in the room.

A dream... this had to be a dream...

Herbert's eyes moved up from the charts, widening a bit like they would do when he was caught doing something stupid. Well, when it didn't amuse him to be caught. This was a moment he didn't care to be caught. The shock washed away to the normal cold calm. He didn't speak, hoping the morphine would drag him back under.

However, as Dan spoke a crossed look fell across his features. "Fuck you, Cain." Oh he said it, that sailors mouth coming out to show their was emotion there. He usually didn't curse at Dan, usually at failed projects or people in his way. It wasn't Dan, Daniel or Danny. Cain was a sign that the little scientist, real or not was not pleased with him. "Stop moving before you bust your stitches." Venom in his tone, pain inside he was ignoring, how dare he.

"West." The named drifted like an after thought, delicately balanced on the tip of his tongue. The morphine worked and Dan fell off into a heavy dreamless sleep. There were other instances, imagines that rose to the forefront of his mind. They were all hazy and Dan had been sure that he was dreaming.

It was only when Meg came to see him that he was lucid enough to remember. That had felt like a dream but then he'd hugged her and felt the warmth of her skin beneath his hands. He was never going to let anything else happen to her. For as long as he was with her, he was going to protect her, even if she didn't want him anymore. Dan didn't care.

Two years had passed and he'd never stopped thinking about her; never stopped loving her.

The sobering thought was that Herbert was there too, likely at the hospital, which meant that his dream might not have been a dream. If it wasn't then... Dan frowned as he sat up in his bed. The bullet had missed his lung by a hairs breath but had gone cleanly through his side. He was going to have to stay in the hospital for a day or two under observation but then he'd be free to go.

Where was he going to go?

His nurse was kind and cute. Dan gave her his most dazzling smile and asked to see Doctor West. It looked like the woman was going to cry as she left the room but she'd agreed to go get him.

Herbert hadn't gone to the apartment the night after he told Megan that Daniel was in the hospital and where to find him. No he went to her rat hole of a place, hiding his research as best he could. His paranoia was ever on the rise since Peru, when he started packing heat.

Dan had kept him from going completely off the deep end, like Hans had been a guilding light to keep him from going to far. Now Megan was a voice of the reason. He wanted Daniel to be happy, he did, but he was hurt deeply. He hadn't even told Megan why he was mad at Dan just that he intended to... Fight the giant that was Daniel Cain. He couldn't while Dan was hurt, and Megan had laughed at him and informed him he'd get his ass kicked, but he was mad.

When the nurse came, Herbert was on break again. Leaning over an outside railing, his mind running. He had everyone short of this nurse convinced he was just harmless but moody. "What." Was all he said to her. It took an hour before he finally gave into the voice in his head. Appearing stoicly in the doorway adjusting his glasses before walking in picking up Dan's charts out of reach, a moment it would be clear if Dan looked, he had on the waych he had worn for years but it looked broken now. "You are stable, Mr. Cain, you have no reason to need to speak to a doctor. Much less one who refused your case." The venom still in his tone, but even that didn't hide the underlying hurt. His ice princess act only goes so far.

He studied the door, the head of his bed lifted at a forty five degree angle as he waited for Doctor Herbert West to arrive. He knew that the stubborn man would make him wait but he was patient. Dan was used to this sort of thing. His shirt had been pulled off and laid on the chair next to him while fresh bandages were tapped to his stomach and side. He breathed slowly, his head only faintly throbbing from the side effects of drugs.

"West." His voice was weak and his throat dry. "I didn't ask you to come be my doctor." There was so much that he wanted to say and ask him but something was wrong. The dream he had... it really hadn't been a dream.

Dan's voice lowered and he exhaled a tired pained breath. "What happened to you?" He had seen West die. He had been happy... not because West was dead but because he'd finally shaken off the pain of the past. It'd been an flickering second and then he was here, Megan was here, and he was back in the past. West was... Dan didn't fucking know. He was a fixed point in his life for over two years and he'd taken care of Megan in this world. Dan knew his opinions on Megan and knew that it'd been for him...

So why...

He wanted to throw the clipboard at Dan's head. He wanted to scream like an impudent child. He didn't though, he wore that irritated face he wore for anyone he felt was below him. A look rarely ever pointed to Daniel. Beloved, idiotic, hormonal Daniel.

"Then you have no need to see me, Dr. Cain." he spoke, cold as ice. The hazel eyes behind the large frames sizing him down, still looking at the stitches, subpar he could have done better. "Do not pretend to care. You left me to die, Again." It took everything in him not to scream, to keep his ground. He was building a reputation here.

Dan was ready and waiting. He knew that look and he knew that his old friend was teetering the line between walking away and violent outburst. Dan would take the violent outburst if it meant that West would tell him what's got his underwear in a twist.

They were finally all back together.

This was what they had been working towards.

So what the fuck was wrong?!

"I didn't ask for a doctor!" His voice was tense and exasperated. "Damn it West! I thought you were dead?! Did you want me to die with you? Of course I care about you!? Why the hell would I have stayed with you for the last two years? Do you think it was just because of Meg? You're my best friend." He wanted to stand and scream but the endorphins were fading and the pain at his side was beginning to throb.

Dan Cain - ReAnimator - OPEN

(let me know if this works, or I can edit?)

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