cityofsin_ooc | Test Drive 007

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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
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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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Eliot responded to that little bit of ribbing with a lingering, smirking look, regarding James from under lowered eyelids while he took a long pull of his cigarette. Like okay, I see you.

If it came off as slightly flirtatious? That was just the way his face worked, really.

He readied himself by passing the ball in between both hands, just so James could get a look at how the weight landed in his palms. No magic here, see? Nothing up his sleeve. The ball rolled, easy as you please, hopped upward, bounced off the rim of the 30-point bulls-eye, and settled down into 20.

Eliot shrugged a shoulder. It was nothing special, but now they were tied.

"No super-powers required."

Bucky rolled his eyes, at both the look he got from Eliot, as well as the little showmanship he gave before actually rolling the ball. He still watched the ball closely, looking for any signs that Eliot was manipulating it; he knew that these weren't parlor tricks, and the other man didn't have to be touching something to use his magic.

He had to smirk a little at Eliot's nonchalance, acting as if he'd meant to get it in the 20 spot in the first place. Guy had confidence down to an art-form, that was for sure.

Taking a drag from his own cigarette, then flicking the ash off, Bucky reached for another ball. He only pulled his arm back just past his leg, but flicked his wrist at the end of the release to add a little spin and momentum. Rolling up the plank, it landed on the edge of 30 and 40, but with the added spin, it neatly fell into the 40 slot, and Bucky couldn't help his own pleased grin.

Feeling more confident himself, he shot Eliot a pleased look. "Yer turn, hot-shot."

Oooh, so they were actually trying now. Right, then. On his next throw, Eliot put a little more effort into his aim. After a nice, easy roll, the ball hopped up into the 30 hole.

"And yet you're the one not playing fair." From the look of things, at least. There was a story behind whatever had made that ball roll wild on James' first throw, but Eliot wasn't going to pry. Only tease.

Bucky couldn't help but laugh at Eliot's words. He spread his hands in his own gesture of 'nothing to see here'. "It's all in the technique, my friend. Twist'a the wrist. Takes practice, though. Figured every boy over the age a thirteen knew that." Feeling bold, he winked at Eliot, smirking.

Deciding to be fancy, and not really caring anymore about score, Bucky tried aiming off to the side, for one of the top 100 holes. This time, he wasn't as lucky, the ball went too far, before circling back down to earn only 10 points. He lifted his arms again, this time with a shrug. "Ya win some, ya lose some." He took another drag of his cigarette. Between Eliot's friendly company, the cigarette, and the exceptional bourbon, he was certainly feeling a lot better than he had been, that was for sure. So, he was in some weird City where apparently magic was possible.

At least they had skee ball.

Speaking of the bourbon: while they traded turns, the flask came out again, and Eliot passed it over before taking a healthy swig of his own. So maybe this encounter hadn't resulted in an ideal outcome from Eliot's perspective. The guy was enjoyable enough just to hang out with.

There were a few lucky rolls on his part, but in the end, Eliot's game came out to a modest total of 190. He shrugged it off while he crushed the butt of his cigarette under his shoe.

"So, which neighborhood did they drop you into?"

Bucky didn't do much better than Eliot in the end, but for once he didn't really feel very competitive; it was more about the companionship, the gentle ribbing and teasing and back-and-forth, the ability to forget, for a while, all the other things he had on his mind. That was priceless to Bucky.

At the question, Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, glancing away in embarrassment. Sighing, he dropped his arm and gave an aggrieved sigh. "Red Lantern. My apartment's awful. Looks like a drag queen walked in, started to decorate, and then just... exploded." After a moment, he gave a shrug. "It's a helluva lot better than anywhere else I've ever lived, though, 'cept for the decor. Bed's pretty comfy." And big. Worryingly big, since there was absolutely no reason to make a bed that big just to sleep in. And certainly not for just one person. "It looks like a high-end queer hotel."

He wasn't trying to be offensive - that was honestly the most polite term he knew, from his time.

Eliot had heard worse in his life, delivered with a lot more vitriol. Anyway, by now he was pretty solid on the fact that James wasn't from around here, temporally speaking.

"Better than a low-rent one, at least," he quipped. "You should come over to the Gardens sometime. We keep our seediness resigned to the back alleys."

Bucky tilted his head in concession; it certainly was nice to not be living in a slum (again), that was for sure. Of course, at this point, anything was nicer than sleeping out in the wilderness of Europe. Looked at from that perspective, what was some garish wallpaper and an alarming amount of glitz?

"Ooh, the Gardens," Bucky teased with a smile. "Fancy name. Seediness doesn't bother me, so long's people leave me alone. What other people choose to do is their own business, I figure. So long as it ain't hurtin' anybody."

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