cityofsin_ooc | 🚕 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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→ 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? 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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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.

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