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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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[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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[ During the time it takes him to say all that, he's still staring, very intently. Except not at Crowley. No, he's staring at the leaf. See, he wondered if he imagined it during the time he spent in Crowley's flat, but ... ]
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They are magnificent, and he tries so very hard to make sure it stays that way.]
Right-- yeah. [He'll be back for you later, wilting plant.] So, the rest of the place?
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Oh, yes!
[ Maybe he'll ask about it later.
He claps his hands together, and leaves the room to cross the parlour and open the next door. ]
This is the dining room.
[ Not too much to say about it, really. There's a big table with six chairs around it, and an empty cupboard with glass. Two vases with flowers sit on the window sill, similarly neglected. Aziraphale makes another face.
At least it will keep Crowley busy for a little while. ]
I don't ... spend much time on this floor. I'm usually in the office upstairs. That's where I keep my ... library books.
[ Since he can't afford to buy any. He hates that he has to return them, but he'd hate even more to not have any books in what's supposed to be his home. So, library books it is. ]
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Oh, angel, I'm so sorry.
[That's just...
He isn't surprised, but Aziraphale without books is a strange concept to consider.]
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It's all right. Eventually I'll get back to my bookshop.
[ Which seems to be the end of that, as he turns to head to the next door, into the kitchen that is gathering dust. He takes a couple of steps, but then stops abruptly, as it dawns on him.
He's been here a while now. He doesn't know how long he will be here. Crowley said he just saw him but that wasn't actually him. What if, by the time he returns, just as much time has passed? What if it ends up being months? He's never been away from London for that long.
He raises one hand beside his head, and turns back around to look at Crowley. ]
Oh, no. I've been here for so long and I haven't-- I haven't tried too hard to get back because I thought-- What if I'm gone too long? Would someone notice? What if they close it down? There are signed first editions on some ... quite rare books in there. I wouldn't know what they would actually be worth, what if-- What if someone sells them?
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Ngk--
[Says Crowley, while performing a peculiar gesture that looks half like he wants to reach out and half like he's about to curl entirely in on himself. This Aziraphale still looks enough like his Aziraphale, and--
Don't look at him like that.
But this is important. This means a lot. More than most people watching this conversation would realise.
Crowley very gently puts a hand on the angel's arm.]
No one is going to sell any of your books.
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Truthfully, neither of them can know for certain. It could be he's only overthinking things suddenly, worrying, as he is wont to do, and so Crowley is only trying to comfort him, because there isn't much else he can do. Aziraphale won't know either way until he actually gets back to London. But he wants to believe that anyway.
It's not like Crowley has ever tried to deceive him.
He closes his eyes for a moment, and takes a deep breath. It's fine. Everything is fine. ]
No. Of course not.
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And why?
Was it that first real conversation they had, when Aziraphale had put on that chagrined expression and admitted that he gave away his God-given weapon? Was it that moment, when he'd looked barely-ashamed of himself and so sure he'd done the right thing, and Crowley had made that tasteless joke about right and wrong, and had realised over the following moments that oh, god, if I don't keep an eye on him he's going to get himself killed.
Was it then, when he realised that he would have rather done anything than let this ridiculous creature come to any harm?
He gives an encouraging smile, one that softens the sharpness around his eyes, and lets his hand drop.]
Got any hot chocolate? Sounds like the right kind of time for it.
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