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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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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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Ah, I did ensure I would have the ingredients for it. It should last me for a little while yet.
[ He turns back around again, and makes for the kitchen. ]
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'Don't care what you look like. It's still you.'
He leans against the counter, watching while his companion puts the hot chocolate together.]
This is gonna take some getting used to, isn't it?
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As he grabs the ingredients and starts preparing it, he hums quietly to himself, an ease settling in that he hasn't always felt around Crowley, but usually only feels around Crowley. Any discomfort is normally not Crowley's fault, but entirely his own uncertainties and doubt. ]
Hmm?
[ It takes him a moment to register the words. When he does, he offers a smile. ]
Not too much, I don't think.
[ It was only a matter of time. Even if 6000 years is, well, quite a lot of it. ]
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After all... no matter what he looks like, there's no one in the entire Satan-blessed Earth he trusts more.]
Yeah? Hmn. [Probably right.
Maybe he'll have some of that hot chocolate after all, if only because the warmth feels nice when he holds the mug.]
... Been weird, not having you around.
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Nothing quite like something delicious to improve his mood.
He straightens with a smile that's so pleasant one might almost think it's fake, but it really isn't. He's very happy. ]
I haven't been around?
[ He could say the same, but he'd simply assumed that, before Crowley arrived here, they'd been meeting frequently as usual. ]
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[He makes a noise in the back of his throat, but he's started this so now he's going to have to finish. His slim fingers curl around the mug, and the smell of the chocolate is pleasant enough to even tempt him to take a sip.]
Been here a couple of days, just... trying to make out what's going on. [And usually, when he's trying to work out what's going on, he has the angel to fall back on. He hadn't trusted anything they'd given him, so the network here has gone mostly untouched so far.]
Funny I didn't notice you sooner.
['Wish I had noticed you sooner.']
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[ Not a word he usually uses. ]
It's all right. It's quite disorientating, but I was never worried. I always knew you'd find me if you arrived.
[ Even if they're not quite what either of them expected to find. ]
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[The word sounds funny coming out of Aziraphale, and Crowley grins slightly.
Then... there's the rest of it, and it makes something inside his chest subtly tighten. He hides the flicker in his expression by quickly taking a sip of hot chocolate, then letting the mug linger up near his mouth.]
Yeah, well. [Hmph... mmn.] Thanks for... you know. With those things.
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If he could smile any wider, he would. ]
You're very welcome, dear.
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... Mmph. [Crowley says, turning his eyes down to his drink. He sips it again.]
This is good.
[And Someone knows there are things he wants to talk about. Things he wants to say. The words and questions crowd at the back of his throat, pressing together and blocking themselves in.]
... Mmh.
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[ There's a lot to talk about. So much so that thinking about all those things is a bit overwhelming, and while Aziraphale has sort of taken the time in the City to begin to sort out his own thoughts and ... feelings about those things, it's going to take a while to get through. And maybe, considering it's been 6000 years, he should be in more of a hurry, but ...
It's been 6000 years. He's only just starting to settle into the idea that he doesn't need to follow rules anymore. Maybe he needs a bit more time. Or maybe taking more time only means he'll start overthinking things. And now Crowley's here, not quite right but still somehow just right, and it's all a bit.
A bit a lot.
He downs a mouthful of hot chocolate, almost burns his tongue, and clears his throat. ]
So how long has it been for you? Since the world didn't end.
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[You'd think he'd keep better track, but really, when you live for so long and one day is really much like the one before and the one to follow, you stop keeping count sometimes.
He lowers his mug, setting it down and wrapping both slim hands around it. This is a lot.]
A quiet week. No one's tried to talk through my radio since Odegra. [Crowley grimaces slightly at the word, at saying it out loud, and brings the mug half way up to his mouth again like a reflex before slowly lowering it back into his other hand and holding it there.]
Same for you, last we spoke.
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[ Absentmindedly, as he takes another sip of his hot chocolate. Well, it's certainly been quiet since they got back from Heaven and Hell, though he didn't get to enjoy that for very long before he ended up here. It's made him more on edge, he thinks, much as he doesn't like to admit that.
Or perhaps it's simply given him too much time and silence to think and worry about the future.
He wonders ... ]
There's something I have noticed. I didn't bring it up at the time, but it seemed to happen in the living room. When we ... swapped faces, back at your place, I thought your plants suddenly seemed almost ... afraid of me.