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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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(03)

It's hardly the first party he's attended even in terms of it being a street party, given his recent residence in New Orleans. Still, his presence is more observer than participant, Elijah moving through the crowds as he walks the streets of the city. It's no city he's ever visited before, that much he already knows from his brief forays before the party began.

Still, it's a distraction from his thoughts and his footsteps never change pace, gaze seeking familiar faces.

[1]

Cue tiny brunette covered in blood but with her shotgun somehow still in hand. Tulip may not be bleeding now but she's still covered in blood from when Featherstone blasted a bullet or two into her. But she's somehow steady as she death grips her gun while reaching for her phone. "Let's just hope those nuts did not follow me." as she scanned for anyone that screams Grail or Saint of Killers (she's still a little paranoid about this to be honest.] But the sooner she can clean up and get her wounds treated the better right?
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[Network]

Jesse? Cass? You two here?

Because I'm outside what looks like a bar with my gun and covered in blood after she shot me. [And the fact she sounds ready to drop but not die is not helping either.]

Please tell me there's booze and smokes?
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Wildcard

Have Tulip will travel!

[Canon point is end of S2 when she's shot by Featherstone/pre Angelville.]

Edited 2018-11-22 19:26 (UTC)

Trouble

Felicity Smoak was more at home behind her computers than she was anywhere else in the world. It didn’t matter if was her tablet at home or in the arrow cave behind a wall of monitors that she lovingly restored. Felicity was much better at dealing with binary code than human emotion it seemed. It wasn’t that she was particularly bad at dealing with her emotions, unlike two certain men that she had a habit of dealing with on a regular basis.

Felicity was a smart woman, but working with Oliver and the team had hardened her to a certain degree. She supposed that she should feel grateful that she still felt horrible guilt when bad things happened to good people. She could hold onto that, but it totally sucked that she couldn’t even look Rory in the eye for months and when she did the first thing out of her mouth as that she had killed his family. Way to go genius! It wasn’t like he didn’t have enough on his plate dealing with Oliver.

She rubbed a hand down her face. She had weathered a broken heart, which she honestly thought that she would not come back from. Oliver had been her whole world, but getting shot had taught her that she was a strong enough woman in her own right. She chose to stay because it was the right thing to do, and his cause, their cause, was still something that she believed in, which is why Felicity looks so irritated when she lands on the street of an unfamiliar place. Her hands were on her hips as she felt her world spin off its axis.

She spotted someone and walked towards them, or she started to, because suddenly there was an arm that grabbed her. She screamed, and then executed a move John taught her and was able to get away.

"What the hell is this place?"

Network

[Felicity can be seen looking quizzically at the device. a soft hmgh can be heard as she looks up. ]

You know if you amp up the output, we might be able to.... oh, never mind.

[ She gives a small strained smile. ]

I'm Felicity. Felicity Smoak, and I'm new so hi!

[She gives a bright smile and a wave]

I don't suppose there is an ice cream shop around here? Because this girl needs some comfort food.

01.

The last time Ratonhnhaké:ton found himself inexplicably ... moved - which wasn't as long ago as he would have liked - it had at least been somewhere he recognised, even if the location was the only familiar thing. That time, he had also clearly remembered how it happened, and what was at fault.

This time? Not so much.

Not only does he have no idea where this is, he also has no memory of what - or who - caused this. The buildings towering above him are unlike anything he's ever seen and, honestly, he's seen a lot since leaving his village.

So he does what most assassins in an unfamiliar place would do: He starts climbing the nearest building.

05.

When the rooftops have given him little to go on and he's back down on the streets, he's far from surprised to quickly run into an ugly situation. There's something about the very air in this city that breathes violence. That, and the fact that he's walked by what he could only assume was blood scraped along a wall.

Two large men and one on the shorter side, standing above a fourth person who's lying on the ground. Considering their position, though, they don't really look too scared or upset as they wipe blood off their mouth and tell the men that they don't have the damn money.

Attitude or not, though, they clearly need help.

Sometimes Ratonhnhaké:ton has to walk past things like these to avoid bringing attention to himself, because he can't afford guards paying attention to him, but he sees nothing like guards around and he has no purpose right now. At least, as far as he can tell.

"Three against one is not particularly fair," he says as he approaches the group, running a thumb along his fingers.

The men turn around quickly, glaring daggers at him.

"Who's talking?" one of them barks.

"Me," Ratonhnhaké:ton answers, even if he knows they weren't looking for an answer.

demonic presences.
let me know if you want a specific demon, otherwise they're encountering WRATH.

[ Of course the bar goes dark in the middle downing a Molson Dry. This is Logan's fate. The sound of concerned murmurs sounds throughout it, but all he's focused on is the chill that runs through his body-- and then, after that, the subsequent slither of the shadows on the walls.

So he downs the last of his beer and crushes it in his fist. A shadow whizzes past his eyeline, and he turns his head sharply to follow it.

That can't be good. He growls lowly under his breath. A good whiff with his nose gives him a bizarre smell-- something like sulfur-- and without further thought three claws slide out from his left fist with a snikt. ]

Guess I should'a wondered when this was gonna start gettin' diffic-- [ And that's when he catches your gaze, scowling at you in the low light. ] --if you ain't gonna help, I suggest ya run.

party hard.

[ Typical of him, Logan has a huge plate of food with a mountain of crap on it. The party's beautiful-- sparkling lights, dazzling smiles, fashion of the highest order-- and Logan sticks out: short and hairy and dressed in unflattering plaid, shoving his face in with food and drink.

One of the servers asks him if he's lost and Logan tells her he was invited, thanks, punctuated with a pop of champagne down his throat and a soft sigh of relief.

Balancing his food mountain, he makes his way to the buffet table, whistling a jaunty tune. And he's perfectly fine until the last piece of food (maybe chicken, maybe shrimp, maybe one of those hilarious little wieners) he reaches for is grabbed by another hand-- your hand, actually, and he lifts his head and looks up at you (he's 5'3"-- he looks up at most people) with a raised brow. ]

I was gonna eat that.

[ What a pig. ]

network. ( un: wolverine )

so i got attacked by these shadow creatures at this bar
and this alleyway
and in the middle of trying to buy a new shirt (which they ripped up so fucking thanks for that you stupid motherfuckers)

this normal?
what the hell are they?

Edited 2018-11-28 17:48 (UTC)

[01 New arrival]

Adora was moving along the path, dodging oncoming traffic, trying to place herself somewhere, anywhere. She had been in the woods, hadn't she? With Zero's hand closing tighter and tighter around her throat.

She used to believe that the Gale was some wonderful place, with flowers and warmth and... peace. This just felt like another side street in Central City. Adora had nothing but the clothes on her back, but no one seemed to react to her filthy white dress and messy hair. She didn't even know what her face might look like, thanks to the beating Zero had given her.

All Adora really knew was that she was cold (though it was more from the quite-nearly being dead in a damp wood than the temperature outside). But, with nothing to offer in trade, getting a blanket or coat was going to put her in a position that she really didn't want to think about. Not that the idea of being tossed into a jail cell hand't crossed her mind as a positive, right now.

Of course, they would just take away whatever she had stolen...

1) New arrival

Erin was just at a wedding. She is decked out in a lovely green dress. Erin has to jump back to avoid getting hit.

"Hello? What's going on? I was just at a--"

And no one is actually paying attention. Erin huffs and decides to keep walking. Eventually she would have to see a friendly face. Someone would have answers clearly. Unfortunately for her Erin doesn't know the city that well so she keeps getting turned around. Every time she thinks she has her footing here Erin gets just a little more lost. This is getting really annoying.

It gets even more annoying when she sees two men following her. Is she going to get mugged? Her gaze narrows when she sees another figure following her from the other side of the street.

Yup. Totally going to get mugged. Erin braces herself mentally for a fight. It really doesn't pay to be a new girl in a strange city.

7) Network

Hi. New girl in the city. I have some unusual medical requirements so I don't get sick. Is there better housing with enough room for a large water tank? 500 to 1200 gallon range. I need to sleep in it, fyi. [ She gnaws on her lower lip in thought.

Gods. She is going to look like a weirdo already. But hey, Atlantean physiology is crazy like that. ]

The amount of strange in her life was over whelming. She couldn't remember what happened after everything went wrong. Just that she had been in an elevator and was being choked out....then nothing. Now this place she had no clue about, it was not Arkham that is for sure. She made her way down the side walk, mostly in search of a safe enough place to get a coffee. Yes, Clearly that is the answer.

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)

02)

World walking was not unusual to the warlock. Rather the contrary. Many a time her wise and wonderful lady had taken her by the hand and brought her to the fae realm. But this looked nothing like the bright and beautiful habitations of the Summer Court and the presence of Titania was nowhere to be found. She was lucky the she had her crossbow with her as the moment she turned into a dark alley she was set upon immediately.

The diminutive girl screamed and let loose a bolt into the creature's neck before turning on her heel and sprinting, arms thrashing and chest heaving. She looked behind and cursed to see the fiend following after her. With a crash she ran straight into another body.

"Oh fff-- No time! RUN." Peony shouted, grabbing them by the hand and trying to pull them along with her. She could perhaps take a monster with her whole party but there wasn't a hope all on her own. She was way too squishy.

Edited 2018-12-28 08:03 (UTC)

o1.

Lucina had been spending some quality time training with her father. He hadn’t had much time for her as of late, not with little Lucina learning to crawl. Any day now, she kept telling herself, any day she would retire out to the country with her friends from the war. They should all withdraw from their families and let their younger selves be born and live out their lives. But… She smiled, picturing her father’s face as he blocked a particularly clever strike from Lucina’s Falchion. A word of praise from him could lift her spirits for days. She wanted to bask in that for as long as she could. Little Lucina was lucky. She would probably have her parents with her forever.

After the match, Lucina had gone to wash up, but instead of emerging in the baths, she emerged on a street she had never seen before. There were more people on the street than in the entire Shepherds!

Lucina put a hand on Falchion comfortingly as she examined her surroundings. This certainly didn’t look like Ylisse. And these people certainly weren’t Ylisseans or Plegians. They were wearing very strange clothes- like nothing she had every seen before. She frowned, considering. They seemed to be in an awful hurry. Several of them bumped into her as they passed by.

Somehow the jostling directed her attention upward. Incredibly, the buildings were made of metal and were taller than any building she’d ever seen. Were they mountains maybe? No, too square. Something magical then. It had to be. The only thing she’d seen that large before was Naga’s tree. Perhaps this was a habitat for another dragon then. But what—

Only reflexes honed by years of war and practice saved her sword from being stolen by one of the people walking down the street. Lucina whirled around, grabbed their wrist, and twisted it out of their hand, taking a fighting stance.

03

"Why hello," Lucifer says, practically purring as he stalks into the party, openly admiring several particularly attractive attendees. He's invited, of course. Not that Lucifer needs an invitation, mind you. Usually presenting his handsome self and a smile at the door is enough. With his impeccably tailored suit, he looks right at home in this crowd.

"Now what's this lovely little celebration for? Not that a good party needs an excuse, of course."

06
"Now why would I want to take a turn in your little torture device, hmm?" Lucifer says, gesturing to the Dunk Tank while arguing with it's rather sleazy operator. "Do you know that this contraption of yours makes more than a few appearances in Hell? It's rather effective. And you can't expect me to trust that none of these miscreants waiting in line will get my suit waterlogged. I'm sure they're all incredibly incompetent, yes, but at least one of them's bound to get a lucky shot."

He turns then to whoever has the luck to be standing nearby, with the winning smile of someone who clearly feels they're sharing a great joke. "Honestly, can you believe the nerve of this charlatan?"

01 - Arrival
One moment Francis had been sitting next to Alex as she sped through the night from their last camp, looking back to make sure everything was fine. The next second he hit the concrete of a city. He stood quickly fear washing over him. He had run from the city to escape the demons, and here he was. It didn't feel like Vegas but it was a city all the same.

"No, no, no, no." He started chanting as he back up quickly against the bricks his eyes moving quickly from one side to the other. His forehead was bleeding and he could smell the blood in those moving around him, hunger and nausea both churning in his stomach. His clothes were old and ratty, ages of old blood both human and demon stained in them, his hair sticking in all directions. He looked like a crazed hobo.

06- Carnival
After a nice long shower, and finding a change of clothes, the displaced one moved quietly through the carnival watching people. He didn't trust it, humans were so rare these days, and everything looked to nice. Where in the hell had he ended up? Was Alex okay? Had he finally just fully snapped?

Either way he got his hands on some cotton candy and found himself mesmerized watching someone play darts. The wind catching his medium length brown hair as it moved in the wind. Of course the wind threw off the person's throw as he stepped up. Buying a set of three he bit the end of the cone for his candy, and tipped his head to the side to not lose it, narrowing his brown eyes on the target and twisting his hand funny as he threw it, right into a bulls-eyes. The second shot just as perfect. The third held over to the person next to him as he pulled the candy's cone from his teeth and started to chew on it. Looking at the prizes he wasn't sure what he wanted.

08 - Wildcard
Choose your own adventure!

Edited 2019-01-18 17:10 (UTC)

[Network]

[A loud and almost scary scream is heard once Thea realizes she's not on Pathema anymore. She's somewhere in the city and is outside a burger joint that reminds her of Big Belly Burger for some reason.]

Screw you Eros! I'm free of you and your games!

[Once that is out of her system she rips off the collar and asks the big questions.]

Where can I throw this out? And please tell me enforced sex or choking is not a thing here?

[Then a sheepish wave slips out]

Name's Thea, Thea Queen. And does Starling City mean anything to anyone here? [She figured it would be the best way to find people from home.]
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[Arrival]

[The petite brunette is still wary even without the collar aka the bane of the last year plus of her life. So Thea has every reason to stay under wraps and not spill much about the island, she knows in her mind the island is over but at the same time she's not letting down her guard. But she keeps clawing at her neck, she has to know the collar is gone.]

Has to be a trap...
Has to be a trap...

But I totally deserve fries. [Having followed the smell in spite of the haze she was currently in. But she's not losing grip on her bow, what if this really is an Eros style trap? She's not taking chances and well she does have a small score to settle.

Fitting giving Wraith as a sin right?]
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[Party Hard]

[The last party on the island had sex lurking in every corner. But Thea could put on a mask and play her former self, the girl who could work a room like a pro and not let anyone see her crack.

But she's cracking on the inside.

So she's in long sleeves and has as much skin as possible covered. The island was big on skin so she's fighting back the best she can, she may be called a prude but she needs this. But she does snag a glass of wine from a passing tray with unreal grace and goes for the joke.]

Bartender! This is nothing when you can flip beer bottles.
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[Wild Card]

Have Thea will travel!
---
{OOC: CRAU from Pathema, original canon point is when she was stabbed by Ra's Al Ghul in "Broken Arrow"]

Edited 2019-01-19 19:35 (UTC)

(01: Arrival)

Stealing from an attempted thief who had tried to prey and mug her upon a disorientating arrival to the City of Sin seemed deliciously ironic and a pragmatic action. She lifts the bills from his weathered leather wallet before feigning to drop it upon his battered body before tossing it into the sewers. Down comes her foot, stomping smartly on his dominate hand, twisting it with a sickening crunch, grinding the greedy appendage into the asphalt with a curl of predatory smirk upon her blue lips.

Prevents recidivism.

That hazy view of the thief began to grow hazy and ripple as the blue scaled lady walks down the alleyway, metamorphing into a young angelic twenty-something year old blond-haired and blue-eyed woman garbed in stylish clothing, who may have been once upon another time answered to Raven, blends into the lonely night-darkened streets.

Be the victor or the victim: There was always a choice. The shapeshifter Mystique would do whatever it took to be the victor. To claim victory from the wicked and the unworthy by seduction, subterfuge, force or a combination of all three was an art the master strategist and infiltrator exceeded in. Wherever and whomever she roamed as within the City of Sin these skills would serve her well.

She instinctively feels the weight of eyes upon her as she continues to walk, putting distance from her point of arrival, but seeking answers about this unfamiliar destination, she will stop under the street light and turn to peer with blue eyes at the onlooker in a wordless invitation to step into the light and be known...

Edited 2019-01-20 09:11 (UTC)

I. A New Arrival:
This isn’t Rome. And this certainly isn’t the Complex. In between one breath and the next Cassandra has gone from there to... somewhere else. Somewhere unfamiliar and unlike anything she’s ever seen before. It’s dark out, and she’s standing there clad in exactly what she had been wearing in Rome since shortly after her arrival there. Her tunica, sandals, belt pouches and daggers, amongst other things, white streaked dark brown hair pulled back and out of the way in an intricate braid. She looks thoroughly out of place against the modernity of her surroundings.

“Another trick of the gods?” she wonders softly, on guard and wary as she turns in a slow circle. “The Titans? Or someone else...” She doesn’t know. But at least she didn’t arrive naked this time. That’s... something, she supposes.

II. Demonic Presences:
It’s her night off, and Cassandra sits in one of the taverns in the city, a glass of mead in front of her. There’s a book beside her on the bar, as odd as that appears, on the history and mythology of Rome; how odd is it to read about a place that she had been (a place that doesn’t exist in her world) in the past tense. Treating their gods and goddesses as tales, as myths. She knows better, though. Knows that in some world, somewhere, they are very much real. With a penchant for speaking through statues. And books, for all that they do mention it, still down play the Roman fascination with phalloi. (She still has a small winged one from one of their many, many festivals.)

She’s in the middle of reading, occasionally taking a sip of mead, when something in the air... shifts. The shadows grow longer and sound goes oddly dull, the lights flicker. It’s not the oddest thing she’s seen but it puts her immediately on edge and looking for the source of the threat, almost expecting some half-man half-something-else to emerge from somewhere bellowing about how humans have angered the Titans and how he’s going to slaughter them all before the sun rises.

Pelor. She misses Rome. How odd. (She misses the people there most of all. Sunny. Magnus. Arthur. James. Shiro. ~~And Daud, still. Always.~~)

III. Party Hard:
This, at least, is something she a little more accustomed to. Parties and galas and the like are something she’s intimately familiar with, as the youngest daughter of a noble family. Although it’s strange, anymore, having spent so many months in Rome. And... before Whitestone’s liberation. It’s been a very long time since she’s attended something like this. It’s rather easy to fall back into the rhythms, though. But Pelor, she is so very thankful to have access to trousers again. And proper footwear.

But mostly trousers.

A glass of wine held gracefully in hand, she mingles and makes small talk with ease, learning what she can about the city she’s found herself it. From what she hears it certainly seems... to be an eventful place. Or would, if she hadn’t spent very close to a year fighting a war for very literal gods.

VIII. Wild Card:
Cassandra is too accustomed to keeping busy; first, Whitestone, the day to day business of running a city and her place as the head of the Chamber. And then Rome. Training with Tacita (the training required of all of the Chosen), training with Daud, and Sunny, running the Watch, attending Senate meetings. So even here, in this strange place the likes of which she’s never seen before (Percy would love it, she thinks for a moment, before she stops herself from thinking about him too much), she still finds things to occupy her time.

Mostly it involves racing along the city’s rooftops. Mapping her new home. Memorizing the layout and weak points in its defences, where she would have doubled up on Watch shifts were she still in Rome. Determining where attacks might come from. She does it without thinking, anymore, much as she leaps from building to building with graceful ease.

She’s found employment, too, tending bar at somewhere called Dangerous Curves, but she’s most at home here, on rooftops in darkness and shadows.

[ 01 with a dash of 4 ]

Being in one place and ending up in another is definitely a reason to be upset, especially if you've shot and killed one of the twelve major crime families that make up the High Table in a place that was considered neutral territory. The moment he did that, he knew he was on the run. But this? Isn't exactly where he planned to go, in fact, John wasn't exactly sure how he even got there.

So he wandered, tired and pissed off, his face still bleeding from the fight he'd just been in. Part of him wanted someone to try to take advantage of that, try and rob him because he looked like an easy target.

The other part just wanted to sit down.

[ 03. Party Hard ]

It didn't take long to learn the underworld here was as active as it was back in New York and though no one "seemed" to know him that was the operative word here. John wasn't going to assume anything. Not when he knew things were about to take another turn for after taking out Santino in the worse possible place he could. Did he regret it? Not at all. But taking chances wasn't what he planned to do here, even if he had been told everything he needed to know about his new circumstances.

A week after getting to the mysterious, new city, John plans to take a few risks by putting himself out in plain sight; a true test and one that had to be done. He dons a black suit, slips the invitation, along with the picture of him and his wife into the inside of his dress jacket and heads to the Tower district.

[ 08. Wildcard ]

Want something else? Go ahead and set it up! Or, PM/PP me and we can talk about it.

New Arrival

Chloe is good at think-on-your-feet situations. She has to be, with lives on the line. But even she, with her training and her years of experience, has no idea what to do when she finds herself on an unfamiliar street in an even-more-unfamiliar city. Especially when she doesn't know how she got here.

She's already making a list in her head of what needs to happen, and in what order, because missing something important could have disastrous consequences. Her hand goes to her hip, looking for the familiar weight of her gun. Good. Right where it should be. She leaves her hand resting on it while she turns to the next item on her list. The most important item.

"Trixie? Trixie?!"

Network

Okay. So what should I know about this place that *isn't* in the guidebook?

Wild Card

[Feel free to find her somewhere of your choosing. Or request something and I'll get it started.]

Edited 2019-01-28 04:41 (UTC)

New Arrival/Playing with demons

Someone is not having a good day. More accurately, he's not having a good week. So when he finds himself wandering down some strange street when he was just among trees in Wakanda, it's the icing on the bad mood cake.

He doesn't have time to react, though, because he barely has the chance to turn around before the shadows appear. He doesn't know anything about this threat, just that it is a threat. It's a good thing he's got his armor and his fancy hammer.

All it takes is a moment. He turns and strikes the creature right on the torso with his hammer, in a blow that drives it away from him in a tangle of blue lightning. No running for him, just striking out at anything that would dare to come after him.

With the threat easily subdued, he strides off down the street, in search of what he can't really say, but something.

Wildcard

Or find him somewhere else once he's calmed down a bit.

[Just for fun... don't think I'm apping. /ooc]

¡Arrival!

[There's a man here now, as quiet as the night (in other words, not too much, but, tolerably so), in dark clothes, in dark cape, with a huge field glass, out on the street, a very unfamilliar face. A man who walks about in the shadows - unless it's midday, because that makes it hard even for the best of the best of the best of the best of the best of the best of the spies, and this one is maybe, second place.]

[Still, he'll make an effort. Will you notice him? Can you see the spy as he, in panic, tries to spy on this new foreign land, maybe accidentally to spy on you, as he's utterly lost???]

Trouble

They really shouldn't be so careless. Not everybody who likes shortcuts is being careless, honestly. And so, a thief who tried to mug him - or maybe it was a demon, who was trying to do something even less civil, he's not sure, and he doesn't really care - finds himself sans a hand, while Loki Odinson begins to walk away, slightly exasperated.

Edited 2019-02-03 20:23 (UTC)

Threaded | Flat

Elijah Mikaelson | The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Tulip O'Hare (AMC Preacher)

Felicity Smoak | DCTV| OTA

Ratonhnhaké:ton "Connor" // Assassin's Creed III // OTA!

logan | marvel 616

Adora Cain | Tin Man | Open

Erin White | DC OC | OTA

New Arrival- Megan Halsey- Reanimator

Dan Cain - ReAnimator - OPEN

Peony Dayvale / D&D OC

Lucina | Fire Emblem Awakening