Test Drive Meme 004

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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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City of Sin on the ATP

→ 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 01. A New Arrival: You've just arrived in the City of Sin with nothing but the clothes on your back and a very strange sense of having been displaced. Thankfully, you don't appear to be alone. Here's hoping that person passing by is helpful, and doesn't plan on mugging you or something! 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. Maybe you'll find someone who can help you fight off that shadowy thing that's creeping towards you! 03. Party Hard: You've been invited to a massive, elegant party at the Tower by someone who calls themselves the Emperor. Obviously that's weird, but maybe you can get some free drinks and food out of it! This place might not be so bad. 04. Prominence: People have been telling you all about the City influencing your thoughts and feelings. You’re finally getting to experience that. One of the sins is in prominence, and you’re feeling the force of it fully. 05. Welcome to Fight Club: You’ve been dragged unwillingly into the Coliseum and told to fight some of your fellow Chosen to the death. Are you willing to comply? Or would you rather sacrifice yourself 06. Wild Card: Choose your own adventure!

Comments

Tony Stark | MCU | Scenario 3

[funnythingsare]

To say he was settling in would be overstating it massively. The nightmares had only intensified since coming, sleep more and more of an illusion without Pepper's calm, mitigating presence. And Tony had, despite his reputation for playing hard, had always needed work in equal measure. Something to do, something to create, something to stamp with his own unique brand of genius. He wasn't about to bow down and declare himself a happily naturalized citizen. But hey, an invite was an invite, a party was a party, and Emperor or not it was a lot more than Tony currently had going on for himself.

So he found himself at a pretty swank do, sort of like the kind the pretentious and newly-wealthy liked to throw to prove themselves classy. Still, if there was booze, and maybe something interesting to look at on two legs, it was better than cooling his heels off in shared housing, no matter how nice it was.

"So," he said as he turned to whoever was next to him, just to have something to say, "come to inter-dimensional cities with the void often?"

Loki | MCU | Scenario 1

[thatboyisamonster]

[ Loki doesn't care where he goes, so long as it's far from home. Still, he dislikes finding himself in strange places, beyond his power.

But . . . that also makes it fun. He grins, danger and pleasure. One can always find a way to get stronger than the rest ]

Wanda Maximoff | MCU

[divaricate]

[#1]

Wanda is new here, and has no idea what is going on. Step one, she's decided, is figure out where this place is and how she can get back to the new Avengers facility, where she'd last remembered being. Which is definitely not where this place is.

She's walking along along until she finds either of the following: Someone who looks like they might know what's going on (she'll stop and ask them), or a place that looks like one of those welcome centers in cities - complete with maps, brochures, and all of that tourist-y stuff. As she walks, she keeps her hands close to her sides, just in case she has to quickly hit something or someone with an energy blast.

daenerys targaryen | a song of ice and fire | welcome to fight club

[stormborned]

Daenerys shields her eyes from the light of the sun; she's been unconscious for hours, perhaps even days, but now as she's dragged out in metal chains into the center of a stadium of sorts - one that reminds her all too well of Daznak's Pit in Meereen - she's quite sure she's not dreaming.

An axe is shoved into her hands, the handle made of some ungainly wood and the blade more on the dull side, and when she is instructed to fight her opponent to the death she nearly recoils in horror.

"I will be doing no such thing," she asserts to her captors, but they leave her in the center of the arena without another word. There is a crowd cheering and roaring, and amid the cacophony Dany raises her voice, tries to shout to be heard. "People! I will not subject myself to such a barbaric act, for your enjoyment...I refuse to kill another! If I am to be your evening's entertainment, then it will be as I am hacked to pieces where I stand, by my opponent!"

She throws the axe down into the dust, to prove her point; she turns her eyes heavenward not long after, hoping to catch a glimpse of black and red-veined wings amidst a plume of fire. Drogon, where are you.

Fetch Walker | inFAMOUS: Second Son | Scenario 1 + 6

[neongirl]

Over the course of a week, drug dealers started showing up dead in the streets of The Red Lantern District, the name 'Brent' carved into their chests with in glowing neon. Just a few here or there, but enough to start drawing attention to it. Entire stashes were burnt to dust, tagged with drawn warnings of the Grim Reaper.

Two more bodies were laid out in the back alley of a brothel in warning. More would die unless they stopped preying on the weak and helpless.

Who was doing this? It had to be someone new to the area, obviously...and that someone was taking the moment to pick pocket some money off a few Johns, too drunk to walk a straight line, let alone notice a few bills missing.

01

[elusivejulia]

People pass her line of vision and the blonde just stares wide eye. Something tugs at the corner of her mind. This isn't hell nor heaven. And the pain she was feeling mere seconds ago has vanished. Could it be another dream? Why is it familiar?

3

[yousofine]

Missy's changed from her sleek purple suit into a tailored black one for the occasion, though she's kept the cameo positioned neatly at her throat. A girl never knows when she might have to defend herself, after all - though if she's forced to poke people with a pin (even though it's dark star alloy), then she'll be in dire straits indeed. Of course, she's sure nobody would be so crude as to pull out actual weapons at this so-called Emperor's party. Tonight is a night for keeping claws and fangs sheathed. It's all about politics.

(Of course she's good at politics. She'd been elected Prime Minister, hadn't she? Although admittedly she'd brainwashed everyone into voting for her, but she likes to think that she'd have been able to do it on her own anyway. Humans are just dumb apes, after all. You only need to know which buttons to press.)

She ignores the nibbles laid out and manages to acquire a drink - something that is somehow purple and probably highly alcoholic. It looks nice, anyway, and tastes delicious, and she's not terribly fussed about the ingredients.

"What do you know about the Emperor?" There's a time to keep your information-gathering subtle, and this isn't it. Missy doesn't care if she draws the attention of the big man himself - in fact, she's curious enough to poke the proverbial hornet's nest with a stick and see what comes out. Though she might have to cover someone else in honey first, so to speak.

Ashe Corven || The Crow City of Angels || Scenarios 3

[santa_muerte]

Ashe had looked over the invitation over and over. It had to be a mistake, who would invite him to a ritzy party? Even looking in the mirror he didn't see his handsome face smiling back as much as he saw the the irony mask he had once wore. Irony was the right mask for him after all. The thought was repeated as he made his way in showing the invite.

He might not belong, but what guy turns down free beer? Not one with some of their marbles left. Ashe had gotten his hands on a suit, black with off white pinstripes. It looked nice, and his hair slicked back so he looked a little more respectable. Like he used to for Church. This was not chruch thought, he could tell that easy enough as he made his way in, his green eyes scanning the room of others invited. Quite a party indeed.

Dorian Pavus | Dragon Age | Scenario 1

[whiteknightnecromancer]

Dorian might have landed here with only what he'd had on him at the time but that just happened to include a very nice set of armor so he wasn't as worried as he might have been. The loss of his staff was upsetting but it wasn't as if he couldn't wield magic without it, he just had the precision of a drunk, blind druffalo.

He looked around at the foreign architecture, and after trying to feel if he'd somehow been dragged back into the Fade, Dorian marched off to find someone who could tell him where he was.