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

[theycalledmeacurse]

If there's one thing Rogue knows, it's what it looks like when someone is running for their life. She recognizes the frantic, desperate movements of the young red-haired woman down the way, and the sight tugs at her heart because she'd been that woman herself once. Just trying to survive...

She runs now to catch up with the woman, the girl really, who looks about to fall over at any second. Stopping at her side, not quite in her way so as not to startle the poor thing, Rogue holds out a gloved hand and carefully, quietly asks, "Sugar, are you alright? Do you need any help?"

[theladyofwinterfell]

Her voice is kind, impossibly kind. Sansa has never heard a voice quite like that before, sweet and drawn out. Her own vowels seem clipped and cold in response to it and she forces herself to smile a bit, to nod her head. She can play the little bird again, she knows she can.

"I'll be fine," she promises. "I've just seemed to have lost my way, somehow, and I'm not certain where I am."

It's not Westeros or Winterfell. That is certain.

[theycalledmeacurse]

Rogue's fairly certain she knows that reaction too, trying to play at being okay when you obviously weren't. She's done it enough times in her life, especially recently here in the City, for such a thing to be second nature and easy to spot in others.

"You've just arrived then, I take it," she comments, keeping her drawl soft and smooth. "That happens to a lot of people, ending up here and not knowing how. It happened to me just a few weeks ago."

She takes a good look at the girl, examining the exhaustion written plain across her face, and it's easy to know what to say next. "I was just about to head home for some dinner. Would you care to join me? Everything will seem a little easier once you've had some food." It was the logic of southern hospitality, good food helped everything.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa is incredibly hungry and she finds herself nodding in spite of her natural hesitance to trust anyone. This woman cannot possibly be from Westeros, not the way she speaks, and there's no reason to believe she's in league with Ramsay. None whatsoever.

"I would like something to eat. I don't have any coin to pay you but I will pay you back, I assure you. I won't let the debt go unsettled."

[theycalledmeacurse]

"Oh, sugar, you don't have to pay me back," Rogue assures her gently but firmly. "Where I come from, it's only good manners to offer a meal to a new acquaintance, and it would be a huge breach of those manners to accept money for it."

She gestures down the street. "I'm just a few streets over, it's not far. My name's Rogue, by the way. Or Marie, whichever you prefer."

[theladyofwinterfell]

"You have two names? How curious," Sansa says, giving the other woman a relieved little smile. The idea of hospitality without strings attached is a pleasing thing to her and she is glad she doesn't have to worry, at least for this moment.

"I am Sansa. I've only just shown up," she explains. "Though that must be obvious, yes?"

[theycalledmeacurse]

"It is, a little," Rogue acknowledges with a sympathetic smile, nodding in the direction they were heading before starting to walk, keeping the pace slow because Sansa still looks like she might be able to keel over. "But that's usually the case."

Her smile brightens a little as she goes back to what Sansa had said first. "I do have two names, it's pretty common where I'm from. We have the name we're given and the one we choose. I chose to be Rogue when I left home when I was seventeen."

[theladyofwinterfell]

"I like the idea of a name you choose. I suppose it might be more appropriate than the name you're given, if you have a chance to make it your own." Sansa has no idea what name she'd choose for herself. After having been Alayne at the Eyrie, she has a great appreciation for her name.

She's been a Lannister and a Bolton, yes, but she wants to be a Stark. She'll always be a Stark.