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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[callmevision]

Vision turned, and stared, eyes wide, and he moved toward her, almost jerkily. Was she real? Was she really there? He moved toward her and his hand reached out, as if to touch her, and he hesitated.

"I--- hello?" His own voice had the sound of broken gears working against one another. "Are you okay?" Concern and pain chased themselves across his face, along with guilt, and worry. And he shuddered, his systems feeling like those self same gears, not synthetic humanity, filled him, and were locking up.

"I feared... worried..." He did not know what to say.

[divaricate]

"I'm fine." The response -- a lie -- came a little too quickly, as she wants to skip past anything that has to do with her and her feelings, her state of mind. "Are you? You got here recently?" Two questions at once, yes. As for the latter, at least she knew how disorienting that could be, showing up here with no warning or expectation beforehand, as they all do here.

[callmevision]

His eyes flickered, as if, he too, possibly doubted that quick response, having been so close to her for so long, and he looked down. An entirely human response.

But her question had his eyes rising to her and he stepped closer, drawn by something he could not deny. "I arrived within the last few hours. I fear I... may have disabled my internal clock. I was somewhat... distracted." There was some irony in telling the woman who was, and yet was not, responsible for that distraction about it.

[divaricate]

She nodded slowly at hearing he's only been here a few hours. "Arriving in a new place without warning is quite distracting. What have you seen so far?" She could at least serve as tour guide to places he hasn't yet seen. She could do that much, surely.

[callmevision]

Vision blinked at her, then nodded. Her assumption was merited, truly, by most standards. "It was not... arriving that distracted me, as much as being interrupted."

He looked around. "Little. I have flown some, and looked for signs of those I knew. Signs of... hope." His voice was mostly still normal, but slightly strained as he looked around, then at her.

"Did you... how did you get here, Wanda?" He was very confused. "How did any of us get here?"

[divaricate]

She nods slowly. "Well, I didn't get here by train or car, that's for sure. I just woke up here one day. Whatever pulls us here, just kind of ... does. Sounds weird, I know." But the multiverse is weird, honestly, so nothing less than that should be expected, probably. "That's all I really know about it, without speculating much." It'd be nice to have all the answers, but she's well aware of the fact that having all the answers -- in whatever universe -- isn't really possible.

[callmevision]

Vision nodded, feeling out of sorts, a feeling he had felt only one other time, only one other place. He breathed out, despite not needing to, as he looked at her and wondered why she stirred such deep feelings in him. Why and how she made him feel like no one else could.

"Wanda, I---" He stopped, unsure what to say.

"I am sorry."

[divaricate]

That's ... honestly, probably so much more than she'll ever get from anyone else who had sided with Tony (Natasha doesn't count because of the fact that she'd apparently deflected). So, she relaxes somewhat.

"I hope we won't find each other on opposite sides here." Of whatever, she means. "It wasn't much fun the first time."

[callmevision]

"I too. I was wrong. And I... find myself reluctant to make any sort of decision like that... ever again." A shudder wracked him as he once more saw the image of a camera's eye, her in her cell, and the rage that flooded him at the image. And what he had done after...

He hoped, now his actions had meaning. But he could never repeat them. He forced himself to look at her, mouth opening, then closing, and slowly spoke. She still affected him, in ways he did not understand.

"What do you... do here?"