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cityofsin_ooc2018-11-22 08:15 am
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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.
Rules | FAQ | Taken Characters | Reserves | Applications
→ 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!
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"What Charles found you," a note of curiosity tinting her words. Charles and Erik had both made mention of alternative timelines and Devi was from the future. So what time was this Charles Erik had first met upon his arrival to the City?
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"Some but not all," Mystique remarks looking at him as they stepped into his apartment. "I wonder, if when that Charles returned to wherever and whenever he was from if would he remember his time here in the City. What the ramifications of such a thing upon a person...? What allows him to escape and others to remain?"
Then her eyes shifted to redirect her gaze to taking in the minimalist open apartment, Erik had formerly resided for years. With graceful steps, her blond hair sways as she silently begins to wander. Mystique would wordlessly noting the little touches that Mystique instantly could recognize at a glance the taste that belonging solely to him, evoking a small knowing smile to her lips. "Not a bad bachelor pad, Erik," she says, turning back to face him with an honest assessment of his assigned housing that he had made into a home.
Observing such a minor touches of a home serving to highlight that the shapeshifter was a stranger in a strange land. Now like so many times in her life, she felt an outsider looking in.
"I don't belong here."
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He looked at her over his shoulder as he took down mugs for tea.
"But I'm not a bachelor." He nodded at the far wall. "Devi painted a mural there. It was a smoky jazz club scene. When I woke up after our mission to the Tower, it was gone. See what I mean about stashes not doing any good? It's not painted over; it's just gone. Like it was never there. I had a painting of hers hanging in my bedroom. Gone. A hammock over there..." There was a hammock hanging there now. A young mutant named Zach had installed it during the freeze. "It was gone. That one's new."
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She would glance at the now empty wall were the mural once had been. "It could have been worse," she offers in consolation to the loss due to the failed attempt against the powers that be because things could always be worse. She knew it didn't mean the loss didn't hurt all the same.
"You've managed to rebuild your life, but can you say you're happy here, Erik?" The City was a refuge from a future he didn't want but there seemed to take more from its refugees than it gave.
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He put the kettle on the stove.
"I'm happier here than I remember being anywhere else. I don't intend to leave."
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"You haven't experience what comes next after Cuba." Those were good years-- the halcyon days when the two's relationship had grown beyond the initial romantic overtone to mature to that of mentor and protege and truest friends while the Brotherhood had made strides for oppressed mutants with each mission-- until they weren't and Erik was gone and imprisoned leaving Mystique to carry on and...
Her perfect composed mask of that pretty face momentarily cracks, flashing an unbidden expression of agony, as the memories remembered rakes raw her furious heart.
"No, I can understand why you wouldn't want to leave," Mystique relents, dejected as she is forced to look at this world from Erik's perspective. He had established a life, a wife, and a place here so why should he ever wish to give all this up to resume the world and time that lies beyond this displaced unnatural City?
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"We're going to be close in the future, aren't we?" he finally said. He wasn't going to mention what he knew, but this was hurting her and he didn't want that.
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The implicit trust that had started with acceptance and romantic sentiments in the mansion and evolved over the years had been so completely betrayed when he attempted to kill her, exposing her existence to the world, and sending the shapeshifter fleeing for her life while her world was reeling.
The fresh hurt and confusion was still there, lingering in her blue pools of her eyes, but so too blackest depths of her ferocious anger and grief from other events that such a betrayal had compounded. That had made the missed opportunity to kill Trask at the Paris summit all the more agonizing and costly to Mystique.
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"That's what they always say," she cryptically remarks as the human face ripples as distorts as her whirls of her blue flesh and red-haired mutant reemerges from under the mask of normality.
Woe be unto the man who made the mistake of barging through Erik's door because with the volatile mood Mystique was within would suffer her rage.
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Erik knew all what he wanted to know by remaining here and the rest of the past-- shared and personal-- belonged to Mystique.
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"I hope you know that I'll be here for you. If you need help settling in. If you need someone to talk to."
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Her eyes would lift to meet his gaze. "Thank you, Erik." Appreciative for the offer of support but wrangling to keep her head up the waves of uncertainty and disorientation that seemed to wash over her periodically since her abrupt arrival this night. "I have to figure out where my housing will be," she murmurs, switching gears to solider on to endure whatever was to come next.
While Erik and Charles may look upon this City as a new beginning or second chance, but to Mystique the City was nothing more or less than a prison with invisible bars.
"What type of tea are you making," she will ask curiously having notice him fixing the cups of tea.
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He's not sure if she'll believe he's her friend and that he cares about her - especially since he can't offer her what they had in her world - but he hopes she will.
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Mystique gave a languid trace of her hands over the sleek curves of sides, down over hips, to her thighs. The message was clear: No pockets.
Still, she would shift into Raven's original outfit slips her hands into the pocket of her brown jacket when--
Those blue eyes widen in astonishment her hand withdrew a left pocket, the image of Raven melting away back into Mystique as she opens here hand. There, in her palm, rest a small silver key with "St. Johns" and on the other side '3rd floor, No 8" etched into the side.
"That's not possible."
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She was never one to refuse the generosity of a friend. "No, that's more than enough. Thank you, Erik." Given the betrayal and failure in Paris, the disturbance of her sudden arrival to a mysterious City, the encounter with Charles, and the realization learned from Erik that she was trapped in the her for the time being, Mystique was drained. She didn't feel like eating but knew it was better to do so, even a small amount; otherwise, Mystique would feel worse come the morning. For an active combatant and shapeshifter like Mystique, whose powers burned through calories, that could pose a real problem.
She sets the mysterious key upon the table and then considers that question. "Sometime earlier today," she hesitates before answering as her mind shifts through the blur of events since she had been on the lam. Mystique had known better than to go to a hospital for medical treatement, but a back alley doctor had taken the slug out and stitched up the wound and wrapped it, and her accelerated healing factor had done the rest. He'd given her fluids and something small eat before she'd paid and split with the intention to reaching a lock box kept secret predetermined location to catching her pre-purchased plane ticket to leave the country. She'd planned to grab a proper meal at the prior to the airport.
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"Are you in a hurry?" he asked, trying to mask any disappointment he felt impending at a potential 'yes'. "I mean. We could catch up later, I suppose. If you are."
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As she took the cup of tea and the offered biscuits from him, it would be plainly obvious to her Erik's eyes that Mystique was stressed. When around her trusted friend, it was second-nature for Mystique to her guard down, not bothering to disguised the weary from the exceptional strain of the last twenty-four hours had wrought on her body and emotions.
Slowly blowing over the wisp of steam drifting off the surface of the black tea, she meet look back over at him. "Can we take rain check for another evening?"
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"Dinner tomorrow sounds great," she consents with a small grin before taking a sip of black tea.
The caloric intake from the biscuits and small dose of warm caffeine that would be soon coursing through her bloodstream would allow Mystique to stay awake a little longer, to make one more shift back to Raven to enter her apartment, before collapsing into bed and reverting back in sweet unconsciousness to recoup and recover.