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!

Comments

Arrival

[thegreatestproject]

On the one hand, the other man isn't that much taller than Eliot. Two inches, maybe. Three at the most. On the other hand, Eliot isn't used to running into people who're any number of inches taller than him. And that other hand wouldn't be so much of a problem if he were more certain of just how high he is or isn't right now.

After all, winding up in an unfamiliar city with no memory of how you got there is pretty fucking disorientating, so it's hard to say how much of his spinning head is thanks to that, and how much is the lingering effects of the psychoactives.

He'd gotten close to guy as a test of his depth perception, to see whether the proportions got skewed as he got close. It occurs to him, in the split second where he sees the man's eyes flicking toward him, that his current personal space issues are probably indicative of something. Still a little high. Probably.

His expression snaps to attention when the man turns, his brain spooling up.

"Sorry." He takes a step back — still staring a bit, but his eyes are less glassy than before. "Sorry." You're very tall almost slips out behind that, but Eliot stops it. So. A little high, still, but not hopeless.

[iwatchtjhooker]

You're very tall is actually one of the most common phrases uttered in Sam's presence, so it wouldn't have been shocking, even if it's redundant. The man's staring at him, standing way too close, and Sam takes a step back, one hand raising as if to ward off... whatever this is. Certainly looks human, but hey, he's probably in Hell so he's guessing looks are meant to be deceiving.

"That's okay," he finds himself saying inanely, probably because 'sorry' isn't exactly what he would have expected from this place. There's something wrong with the guy, and if Sam were anywhere else he'd guess he was high, but under the circumstances he's not going to make the easy assumptions. "Did you, um." He swallows. "Want anything?"

[thegreatestproject]

Eliot's newly-focused eyes go to the man's hand, half-expecting to see a bloom of light at the center of his palm, the genesis of a bit of battle magic. For a second, his heart rate skips upward and adrenaline rushes through his ears; he knows he's in no state to defend himself --

But the hand remains just a hand. No magic. Eliot breathes gently through his nose, forcing himself to get a grip. Wondering how, exactly, to answer the question.

No point in explaining all the details to a stranger, is there? Or even in attempting to make an abundant amount of sense.

"Just trying to get some perspective," he says, lamely, one hand bobbing absent and nervous at his side, a loose fist.