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
→ Choose a scenario, or create your own
→ Tag around

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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[diana_abel]

Diana fell silent for a moment. Staring. Just staring. Like a cat focused on a reflection of sunlight. Inside of her chest, though, she felt her blood burning. Vitae forcing its way through her body. The way it did when she needed to heal a wound.

Hurt like hell, but it was a pain she'd learned to ignore.

Very tentatively, she reached out her left hand, the moonlight and carnival lights flashing off of her ring. She stretched out her fingertips toward her favorite patch of skin, that little bit behind his ear.

[iwatchtjhooker]

He wanted to flinch from her touch, but for some reason he forced himself to remain still. Perhaps it was penance--he couldn't quite remember, but he thought he may have hurt this person, or anyway the person this demon or whatever represented.

At her touch, something unlocked. A name, a whisper through his mind

"Diana," he breathed, staring at her. "No. No, no no. This is... that was a dream."

[diana_abel]

She pulled back, like she'd just touched a hot stove, curling her fingers against her chest as her eyes got wide.

"No," she said quietly. "No, no, no, no."

Not an echo of his words. Her own sentiments.

Because when she touched him, she felt him. He was flesh and bones. Skin. A pulse. He was real. Not a trip. Not a vision. Not a hallucination.

And that was the worst news she could imagine.

Shaking her head, she turned her back on him, willing herself to be wrong. "No, no, no. This isn't right."

[iwatchtjhooker]

Great. Now she was repeating him, which was a lot less reassuring than he might have thought.

"Look," he said, stepping around so she'd face him again. "Who are you? What is this?"

He knew who she was, he told himself. She was Diana. She meant something. He'd just forgotten. But he refused to believe it, because there was no way that the memories teasing at the edge of his consciousness were real. Years he'd just... missed? Forgotten?

It was just more torture. Just Lucifer, or Michael even, trying to convince him he was crazy.

[diana_abel]

Merde.

Diana dug her fingernails into her temples for a second. She didn't feel like she was on the edge of regressing, which was good. But she was on the edge of something. And all the sharp angles and points that had been dulled by her high were back again.

Well, it had bee nice while it lasted.

With a deep breath, she turned around to face him again. "My name is Diana Abel," she said. "And you're Sam Winchester and you're not supposed to be here."

[iwatchtjhooker]

Sam frowned. "No," he said after a moment, "you're not supposed to be here."

He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. Mostly with himself, and the devil. Maybe God.

"They've dredged you up out of..." He shrugs. "I don't know, some dream I had."

[diana_abel]

Wow. She...really hated his haircut.

It was a stupid thing to think of in the moment, but her brain was trying to protect her, she supposed. Smaller problems to worry about than the big, unspoken one that had become the reality of her life.

Again, she shook her head.

"A city in between worlds where a tower once fell? With voodoo curses and yellow walls and phantom faces? I had the same dream."

[iwatchtjhooker]

Sam shook his head. He wasn't even sure which part he was trying to deny. Maybe all of it. And yet, the gesture itself was unconvincing. Because his eyes darkened at her words, drifting away as if to protect himself.

"Vampires and succubi and radio shows," he said, the words pulled from his lips as if unbidden. "No. No. If you were a dream, even a fantasy, this is exactly what they'd throw at me."

Even as he spoke, he knew it wasn't true. Because what he was remembering, what he was feeling, wasn't a fantasy. It was grittier than that. The images, the feelings, coming back to him were the opposite of reassuring and seductive. Sure, the woman before him was attractive. But the associations were not constructed to be easily assimilated. No, they involved self-doubt, and pain, and heartache.

Purgatory sucked.

[diana_abel]

"Mutants and Greek gods and a stupid Aerosmith song," she countered. No uncertainty in her words. Diana's fantasies certainly never involved Aerosmith. "When you sing, dogs howl."

But she could remember him singing. To make her laugh. They sat together on a sofa in a freshly-painted apartment. He crooned and yowled and wrapped his arms around her while she squirmed with delight.

And if she dreamed up a boy to love, she was fairly certain he would have been able to carry a tune.

"I felt you," she pointed out. "You're real and solid. And so am I." Or at least as real as a Cainite could be.