Test Drive 007

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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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→ Comment with the character you'd like to test drive in the setting, with name and canon in the subject line
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Possible Scenarios 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 chruning 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, filing 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 at the Tower that spills out it's doors in welcome, 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: The City of Sin influences it's 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 choice of 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? Villian. 06. Carnival: The City has carnivals or festivals now and then; you're lucky to catch one! With it's 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. Wild Card: Choose your own adventure in the game's setting!

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barry allen | the flash (new arrival)

[acceleratedtimeline]

Whoa, okay. This is.....not Central City. Barry was just rushing to work at CCPD and skidded to his usual stop but this building....is not CCPD. This isn't Central City. Looking around, none of the buildings were familiar, neither was the street or the cars or --

Oh God, had he traveled in time again? Had he traveled dimensions? Was he on Earth-2?

"Oh god," he says, stepping back from the building, still wildly looking around for something, anything familiar.

[katerrifically]

Kate was folding a sandwich-board sign in front of her bakery, Flour Power. Today's specials was the Polaris, a sweet lemon cake with a slightly tart lime buttercream frosting topped with a vanilla candy in the shape of a star. Of course, there were other standard cupcake flavors such as vanilla and chocolate. There were other sweets as well.

She looked at Barry's sudden exclamation. "Is everything alright?"

Elijah Mikaelson | The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

[internalizing]

01:Arrival
The disorientation cleared quickly, thankfully enough and after he spent some time checking the tablet he'd found himself with, Elijah slipped it into a pocket and walked out of his new residence to familiarize himself with the city. The layout was at least easy enough to navigate, Elijah marking places of interest for later perusal and also the people he passed.

The situation was...less than ideal, but he had food, he had a place to sleep and finding a way home would be a priority when such a thing presented itself, but for the moment, playing along seemed the best option.

03: Party Some things never changed and this was one of them. Elijah had no trouble getting himself into the party and mingling with the society of the city, drink in hand as he spoke to this person and then that one, his tone never losing it's civility and his questions pertaining more to the city itself than personal questions, although the sight of familiar face will be enough to have him excusing himself.

04: Lust or Gluttony Feeding had never been an issue for him, his kills, when they came, were usually quick and clean and easily disposed of. The thing was, he tended to avoid killing when he fed, at least in areas where he was regular. Dead bodies tended to pile up and disappearances more difficult to explain. Restraint was key.

But tonight was different. He'd gone out for a bite to eat, but once he'd started and should have been satisfied, the hunger was still there, gnawing at his insides, leaching at his control, the one thing that separated him from the monster he truly was.

And there was so much blood around him...

Caius Vitale (OC) | Highlander Universe

[solus_unus]

[ Re-Arrival ]

When he came to, his eyes first adjusted on the wall behind his bed. Flowers. But there was something that immediately pulled at the edges of his mind - that there was supposed to be something else there, or under it, though he couldn't put his finger on it.

Caius blinked a few times, slowly while intense blue eyes furrowed and brow pinched as he tried to pull things into focus. This wasn't his quaint little bed and breakfast, and that wasn't the sound of the water he knew out the window. Yet, somehow.. this was all somewhat familiar to him.

He pulled himself up and sat on the edge of the bed, hand coming up to scratch the back of his head in confusion..

-*-

Caius didn't remain at Shady Oaks long, choosing to walk and try to figure it all out. He was in Italy last he remembered, at the market with Abigail on errands and their weekly grocery run. After that, things went black and now he was here.

Unlike some who might have found themselves in the situation, he was calm, yet there was an uneasiness when the Roman passed people and they said his name, or looked at him with a smile. He didn't know them.

Or, did he?

He walked through each district before his feet led him to an establishment. He stood outside it for a long time, repeating the name of it over and over, as if the verbal act would push out the reason why he should know this place.

OHM.


[Caius will have wandered a good portion of the City before making his way to his club 'OHM'. Just stick it in the header where you'd like to cross paths with him.]

OHM

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

It was the average day for Lydia: breakfast, a little wandering, a little shopping, and off to work. More of the same. As different as the CIty was from the ship and from Gebo, it wasn't really that different. It was quite a lot of the same, day in and day out, with no real assurances that the future was bright.

But she was sort of coming to terms with that by now. And as she headed up towards the club, Lydia was humming casually. Only when she spotted a very familiar figure lingering up in front of the door did she pause.

"Caius?"

[solus_unus]

Caius' head turned abruptly to the side to look at the woman approach and he stared blankly for a few seconds before nodding. She didn't look familiar but she certainly felt like someone he should know.

"A lot of people seem to know me, but.. " he said, brow creasing. "I get the sense I've been here before though. Only I don't fucking recognize anything."

Crossing Paths

[thekittenqueen]

[ooc: Sorry this is so short. Mobile]

She almost didn't believe it when she spied his face. Months had gone by without him, the height of her grief only compounded by his absence. To suddenly see him again, it was like seeing the sun after a storm.

Margaery had been running errands, mainly to do with the shelter when he turned the corner, crossing her path. Surprise stalled her mind, keeping her normally sharp wit at bay. It didn't seem possible.

"Caius?"

[solus_unus]

He was there for a reason, his feet carrying him in the direction towards the shelter without his conscious mind knowing why. But that didn't seem to matter much because once Caius glanced up and saw the woman, he slowed to a stop. Her face was almost recognizable. It was almost as if her name was on the tip of his tongue..

But it was still enough to greet her with a smile and give her a nod.

it's OHM and an oops!

[guessihavelostcount]

Given Claire's experience with this sort of thing, she really should have been better prepared for the sudden reappearance of a familiar face. Or, at least, it shouldn't have been such a shock to the system. But it wasn't like she had been expecting that familiar face to be standing right out in front of the door when she came out of it carrying a box of empty bottles.

Swinging up the door with her foot, she was humming to herself only to stop dead at the person in front of her. Not expecting it caused her to yelp in surprise as the box slipped from her arms and hit the ground with an equally shocking and sharp sound of shattering glass.

Not that it really registered even as she jumped back a bit to avoid any glass hitting her. Not that it would since she had closed the lid tightly but still....

"Shit, I didn't...what..." She stumbled over her words before stopping and simply staring at him. "Caius?"

There was a chance it wasn't him but the guy would correct her if it was just a doppelganger issue.

[solus_unus]

The sudden sound of the door opening caused Caius to jump a little, too, and in a flurry of happenings that seemed to just occur in the blink of an eye he didn't know what else to do but step one step back.

As soon as Claire lifted her head to look at him, the Roman did the same and he narrowed his eyes at her in something akin to uncertainty. "Yeah. We... do we know each other?"

It was hard to describe, but he wanted to say that he knew her. But he didn't recognize her just yet. He needed something to jog his memory.

Ohm

[la_bella_farnese]

She had settled as well as she could in this world, so different from the Vatican and the Italy that she had known. Strange devices, customs, clothes and people had left her dizzy and disoriented for the first month of her arrival. Careful observation was, as always, her saving grace. She watched the actions of others, how they operated their devices, how they navigated through this world, and what provided the most trouble.

While not savvy quite yet, she was at least at better odds than before. On one of her more frequent trips to the market, she had taken the longer way back to her residence, passing the strange "clubs" (as they were apparently called).

Caius was not hard to spy. He looked as disoriented as she had felt upon her arrival. Pausing in her walk, she watched him carefully. "Are you lost?"

[solus_unus]

At first he was so lost in his thoughts and trying to concentrate on why the building in front of him was so familiar yet a place he had never seen, or been to in his life. But was that the real truth? Why did everything seem that way in his travels that day?

Caius let out a humorless laugh and ran a hand through his hair. "You know, I think so? But I feel like I've been here before. The City and this place in particular."

Leisurebrook

[seekingcrocodile]

Something, or someone, brings people here, and that same something or someone sometimes sends them away again. Three people he'd been close to had disappeared one day (though not the same day, thankfully) and he'd been having a hard time of it since. At least he's got some other friends now.

He's walking through the streets of Leisurebrook, on the way to his tavern when he sees a familiar face. He stops, and greets him. "Caius?"

[solus_unus]

If he had a quarter for every person he didn't remember who apparently knew him..

Caius looked at him with a look of defeat and approached with his hands up in surrender. "Yeah, it's me." he laughed tiredly. "But I need some time because faces and places aren't exactly registering."

His tone was friendly enough and conveyed a real wish to remember.

Dorian Carver || Vampire the Masquerade || 2

[somepartsbroken]

Dorian was walking down the street in white and black pair of track pants and a black bandanna wrapped around his wild head of curls like headband. With a pair of sunglasses over his eyes, a walking embodiment of a Corey Hart song.

He could tell something was close, something that didn't smell human.

One second he had been walking to the corner store, the next moment he was standing in a new city, he knew it wasn't LA... He had been confused which was what lead him to explore. But the feeling and smell of something else... it captured his senses and he turned in time to see the demons coming from the shadows, he shifted his hands, his long glass like nails and his fangs were all he had. Growling, he let his fangs be seen.

"Come and play."

[katerrifically]

Kate was walking fast. She rounded the corner and saw a figure. She waved at them signaling that they should get going. There was something after her. She knew it. She could feel its eyes on the back of her skull, burning like embers.

"No, no. No play. You should run too." She wasn't wearing shoes that she could run in. However, she could power-walk.

[somepartsbroken]

Dorian didn't move as she moved past him. As if time had not changed and he had not slipped into madness after Sarah Jane vanished... as if they were still on the ship.

"Never run from your problems, Katherine." He stepped past her towards the monsters. His white clothes would be ruined but it was just his way. Throw himself into danger to save the maiden. Even when he wasn't sure whats going on. The creatures seemed to stop moving towards them for a moment as his green eyes peered from where the sunglasses had slipped down. The look of a hungry predator. "Go on and hide, let me handle this."

[dirtyandtrue]

Matthew had learned to ignore the demons, unless they got too close, but his sword-cane was in hand and Matthew feared nothing with a weapon on him. Still, he was too busy counting his wad of cash to look around him.

Uncharacteristically devoid of company, there was nothing to distract him from that growling sound that his ears picked up. More then that, it was a sound he recognized. A Kindred..

The last thing he expected was the earthy flower smell that always came with with messy curly head of his Nephew.

"There are better fights to be found her, Alexander," he says, sounding far too pleased for the situation.

[somepartsbroken]

The sound of the voice was all that distracted Dorian from his future prey. He turned at the sound of the voice and grinned like a child in a candy store his fangs showing, as always over sized and damn near ready to ping if a photo was flashed. No Georgian man should have had teeth that nice.

"Matthew!" he called out like it had been ages. He moved forward, fuck those demons. "You look well."

Ragnar Lothbrok | Vikings | 1

[givefarmore]

[Canon point is 2x01 after his 'talk' with his deceased daughter, Gyda]

[01]

This wasn't home. It was not Kattegat where he remembers being last. Not on the beach where he spoke to Gyda as if she were right there in front of him, saying words to the water and mountains and wishing desperately to see her face somewhere in them.

The air around him was not crisp like it should have been. No smell of smoke from the fires burning. Or the moisture that seemed to cling to everything. And when his eyes opened, the light was different; muted. Almost dark.

Ragnar lifted his head, eyes narrowing as he tried to pull the room he woke into focus. Panic set in almost immediately and before a breath could be taken, he was up on his feet stumbling about as he looked out windows and shouted in Norse.

Before long he was even out in the streets screaming for his family. "LAGERTHA!" Looking left, then right. "BJÖRN!"

Breathless and wide eyed, Ragnar's voice trailed off with another name. "Athelstan."

This was nowhere he knew and it was quickly becoming a place where didn't want to be.

[nott_caine]

She had heard the shouting from her apartment, the desperation in the man's voice similar to all new arrivals. It was almost routine now. Abruptly being pulled and deposited in this new world tended to have that effect on them. Usually they used the network device and asked questions. Those who were old school took to wandering.

Yelling this loudly and panicked though, it was enough to catch her attention. Drawing herself away from her apartment, Selene hurried down to the street to attempt to calm the man. It was only a matter of time before a citizen prayed on him or just found a way to make things worse. The last thing he needed was a run in with the cops or demons.

His attire was definitely old school, older than her time. The look in his eye reminding her of a rattlesnake, look, but don't get too close. Not in the mood for a scuffle, she looked at him curiously, careful in her approach.

"Whoever your looking for, they're not here." She wished she could tell him that it was okay, but that seemed rather pointless. For a lot of people, it wasn't okay to bring them so suddenly into this place without family or friends. "You were brought here by the City."

[givefarmore]

There had been people, yes, but they were content to not 'see' him. They'd reacted by moving along their way, almost hurriedly. Then again, Ragnar hardly noticed them either given his attention was on the towering buildings around him, as well as the general uneasiness of being entirely displaced.

This place couldn't be Valhalla. Nor did he have any recollection of dying in a manner that would please his God, Odin. Then what was this? A punishment? Ragnar stared around him until the voice broke him of his trance. His head turned abruptly towards her, angling as he regarded her, gaze drifting down to see if there was any weapon in her hand.

The Viking moved towards her.

"Where are they? And why did it do that? I did not ask for it." he replied, tone bitter and impatient. It also relayed that he wasn't very good at speaking even what little of the Old English he was taught by Athelstan. How he understood her in the first place was probably only by sheer miracle.

Alayne Stone/Sansa Stark || ASOIAF

[birdlike]

01.

Sansa froze in place both awed and terrified. The city around her churned with life as people walked past. Her stomach hurt and her heart pounded, leaving her gasping for air. Just a moment prior her Aunt Lysa had been leaving her clinging and screaming for her life as she tried to shove her through the Moon Door. The adrenaline from the experience came rushing up on her all at once and she felt her feet giving out moments after she began to take in her surroundings.

Her dyed dark hair spilled over her shoulders and her hands broke her fall as she knelt to the ground quivering and shaking as tears burned at her blue eyes. I am a Stark of Winterfell and I must be brave. I must be brave like my brother Robb and my lady mother. Had she died? Everything felt as if it had come rushing up on her in a blur. She could still hear her aunt's shrieks as she grabbed ahold of her red hair in an attempt to keep from falling.

After a moment of adjustment, Sansa pushes herself to her feet, wincing as she looks down at her scraped hands. They hurt as everything else did. Her limbs screamed at her as she scrabbled about to keep herself upright and she began taking in her surroundings anew. People filtered past her, not paying much attention to the fallen girl. Now that she had found her footing, she found herself moving opposite the people round her, looking for answers.

"Excuse me, I don't want to be a bother but I think I am lost." A strange way to feel, when she'd surely fell to her death. She didn't feel dead, but then her family wasn't here either. Sansa wanted to see them more than anything. She wanted her destroyed snow castle to have been the real thing. Most importantly, she wanted to go home.

03.

Sansa still clutched her party invite, meekly making her way to the Tower that stood tall over the rest of the city. She wore the dress she'd come in, feeling sad that she couldn't have had time to make a new one. Her black hair cascaded down her shoulders like raven's feathers and she could hear her heels click agains the pavement as she made her way inside. Once she was greeted and allowed entrance, Sansa made her way to the nearest empty table with an offered drink in hand. She wasn't sure she should drink it, but then the sound and the lights and the laughs made her feel wistful for home. All she had to do was close her eyes and she could see Winterfell's great halls, the long tables pushed aside for dancing as some guest was entertained. But that was Sansa's dream and she was not allowed to be Sansa any longer. I am Alayne now. she thought to herself, sadly.

She sat there, frowning down at her drink as more guests filtered past her table. Sansa had to be the saddest girl in the room, though she wouldn't know it. All she wanted was to strip herself of the dye and the lies. She wanted to be Sansa again, wanted to shout it to all the people who passed her by. Instead she stayed silent and sullen, staring down at her empty plate.

[thekittenqueen]

Another face among a crowd of people, as lost and distressed as they all had been when they first arrived. It was almost habit now. Once that fear and uncertainty was seen, Margaery always pushed through the throng of people, approaching the new chosen with wariness and concern. They wouldn't find many answers, but she could at least assure them that they weren't in any immediate danger.

She didn't think much of the girl at first. She had dark hair and was tall, but there was nothing familiar about her. It wasn't until she spoke, asking for help that recognition slammed to life. Her face paled, unable to make sense of this. The girl did not look like Sansa, but there was no mistaking her voice.

Margaery paused in her steps, staring for a moment like a silly girl (as Sansa had often called herself), trying to make sense of it all. "Sansa?"

01

[alphaophiuchi]

"You certainly look lost," Draco mused, arching one brow as he paused in his progression off to the coffee shop. No one else really seemed to be paying the girl any mind, despite the fact that she looked like a scared little animal and was trying to get someone's attention. That was a shame, generally speaking. People were pricks. Not that he was much better, on the average.

"Lost and a bit banged up. A new one, are you?"