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cityofsin_ooc2019-09-01 12:40 pm
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🚕 TEST DRIVE 🍁 September
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, and tag around!
→ If you're still tagging in the last TDM, you may continue to do so, or feel free to move your threads here. We have four test drives a year. New test drives are now posted sometime during the months of: March, June, September, December.
→ Threads in the test drive are NOT eligible to use for activity checks, however you can make them game canon if you wish — and only if both players are accepted in the game.
→ Prospective players are always welcome to contact the mod for any questions or clarifications regarding the game.
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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[He'd be lying if he said he wasn't still unsettled by the differences in his companion. When you get used to something, and when you get used to it for thousands of years, it's difficult to adjust to a sudden change. It's... upsetting, in a peculiar sort of way that he hasn't even begun to consider how he might process yet, but...
But he still feels the same, and it's still Aziraphale, and every time he glances at him he picks up on those little habits and expressions that he knows so well.]
Never really gave much thought to working a human job. [He mutters, making a face and rubbing the back of his neck.] I could probably manage something in sales.
[The best kind of job for making other people miserable, let's be honest.]
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Not about to say that out loud, though. ]
Probably.
[ He pauses for a moment, tilting his head back towards the night sky. ]
I wish I had ... well, anything, back at my place.
[ Meeting up with Crowley at least used to always come with some sort of food and drink. ]
We'll just have to make do without.
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[A hum - a thoughtful one - and he knows just how much the angel likes his particular comforts. It's more than enough to be without books...]
Show me your place, then I'll sort something out for us. A nice bottle of something. Don't worry about it.
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Honestly, it's fine. He's hardly suffering for it, as nice as it is that Crowley seems so concerned. There's no need to go out of his way.
Although ...
His face lights up. ]
Ah, I just remembered! The leaders of the City - the Magistrates - help new arrivals ... settle, I suppose. They open a bank account for everyone. They gave me 50 dollars, so they probably did the same for you.
[ The excitement passes pretty quickly, though, as he realises: ]
Not that any bank would be open at this time.
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He gives their situation a few moments of thought.]
I'd expect a bit more generosity, given the circumstances. [How far is fifty dollars going to get someone who actually needs food to survive?] Mm, is it far, now?
[He's not liking the lack of convenient doors to bolt into.]
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Not that he would expect much from people who kidnap others. ]
Not far. The street is over there. [ He points at a corner two crossroads down. ] The townhouse.
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[Nice place, though he instantly sees what Aziraphale means about it being large for one person... and especially for Aziraphale, who is used to things being cluttered and cosy.]
And they just give us places like this? I should check out what I got.
[Whoops, nope, he hasn't even been there yet.]
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[ He thinks he'll appreciate it far more with company. The right kind of company, that is. ]
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[So, he's been trying to avoid that thought, really, but there Aziraphale has to go and say it and he half-stalls in his next step, giving the effect of almost tripping over his own feet and catching himself in the next moment.
It comes along with a muttered curse, and he fidgets with the cuffs of his jacket.]
No one's forthcoming about finding a way out, then?
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[ And perhaps he isn't necessarily in a hurry. Despite how uneasy the City makes him feel, and it seems for good reason considering those ... creatures, and despite missing Crowley (how much this will help that, exactly, remains to be seen), it's been oddly pleasant to be away from anything familiar. It might just be his imagination, but he feels as though Heaven couldn't reach him here if he tried. Realistically, does he believe that? Ehh.
But it's been nice to tell himself that anyway. ]
There is a ... network, I believe is the word. I think everyone on it are people like us, who found themselves here suddenly, with no recollection of how. I've been trying to learn it, but it's difficult.
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It's conflicting, really.
- but now he's back on it, and there's no small measure of disbelief as he looks the angel's way again. He doesn't question it, because Someone knows he's known Aziraphale for long enough to understand.]
Mm, yeah. I took a look at it. I mean, I'm not all the way convinced I'm not just having a really vivid whiskey dream.
[Crowley pinches the bridge of his nose, then adjust his sunglasses.]
... Guess it could be worse.
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[ They reach Stonehedge Street, and Aziraphale turns the corner as he offers Crowley a slight smile. It was worse before today. Armageddon was worse. Everything isn't great now, but it's better in many ways. ]
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[It has been. They're both here now, for what it is, and there's no impending Armageddon or demons or angels who aren't them trying to make them be what they're not...
It's been worse.
Crowley smiles back.]
Don't care what you look like. It's still you.
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Doesn't really matter now, though, so he smiles wider. ]
I feel the same.
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Good.
[And he looks up at the house. It's... nice. Bigger than he thinks Aziraphale would really be comfortable living in.]
... Gonna show me around?
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[ He hasn't exactly been able to fill it with his usual clutter and style. If he's going to stay here, it's something he'd like to do, obviously, but that will take some time.
After a moment of fumbling as they approach the door, he pulls his keys out. ]
But of course I will.
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He hovers behind the angel as he unlocks the door, never quite still, shifting from one foot to the other. And the moment he walks through the door he knows this is definitely where Aziraphale lives.]
It's nice.
[Crowley says this without seeing anything beyond the front door. It feels... nice.
The demon clears his throat and takes off his sunglasses as he walks in, tucking them carefully into the inside pocket of his jacket.]
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After he hangs the coat up, he gestures to a door to the left, a little further down the hallway, before he walks towards it. ]
The living room is in here.
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[Actually going into the house would be good. Never mind his immediate judgement of its entirely satisfactory appearance/atmosphere from the doorway.
He hooks his thumbs into his pockets and follows, looking around curiously.]
So, uh... you don't mind me staying here as well?
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I did personally ask you. Of course I don't mind.
[ As for the room, it's not exactly special. There's a TV, a DVD player, a big sofa and a couple of arm chairs. A few shelves line one of the walls, mostly empty, but there are a few movies on one shelf, and some small decorations scattered about. One corner has a big vase with a leaf plant that looks like he may have forgotten to water it for a bit too long. There are a couple of paintings on the wall.
None of it is overly fancy, but none of it is something Aziraphale has chosen. After all, he doesn't even own a TV back home. It's how it was when he got here. ]
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[Just checking.
Ehem.
He looks around the room with mild interest, as if trying to see what marks Aziraphale had been able to put on the place. The angel might feel like himself, but this place doesn't feel like the angel.
And then, Crowley spots the plant. His posture shifts subtly as he makes a beeline for it, leaning over it and plucking lightly at one of the limp, dry leaves.]
Hm. [The demon says.] This looks like it could use some... encouragement.
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Oh dear!
[ He follows after, hands hovering worryingly in front of him. ]
I don't-- I'm not sure when I last watered it.
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[His eyes seem to glitter for a moment, and he looms over the wilted plant. Trust him, Aziraphale. This is something he's really, really good at.]
I don't think it's too far into the woods yet. And, hm, if it is... [He touches one of the leaves. Strangely, it almost appears to shiver against his hand.]
Well, that would just be terribly disappointing, wouldn't it.
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Oh, I'm quite sure with a little bit of water it'll be fine in a jiffy.
[ Calm down, Crowley. It's just a plant. ]
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But Crowley realises he's probably looking very strange right now, and straightens up with the soft sound of his throat being cleared.]
Yeah, I mean, if you want it to just be 'fine' I guess that'll be enough.
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