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
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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!

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[parrishing]

He'd seen some weird shit. Namely, the weird shit that was going on with his hands and his eyes. It meant that everything else paled in comparison, and the idea that there was a girl out there who could read someone's mind really didn't shock him as much as it probably should have.

"Sounds like you've probably got a headache a lot of the time."

[wellbredbitch]

Admitting he was right, and that wasn't even the worst of it was too difficult for Emma. So instead she shrugged, making an open motion with her hands. "I think for the moment we're better off focusing on shelter and food. Since we don't have any money, this is going to be a little difficult."

[parrishing]

Briefly, Adam rubbed his eye, then stuffed his hands into his pockets. A moment later, he withdrew one, holding some kind of key and keycard.

"I've got a key to some place called...Magnolia Tower," he replied, easily shifting with the change of topic, inspecting the keys with clear interest. "I didn't have that when I showed up. Maybe they're not totally setting us up to fail here."

[wellbredbitch]

Emma's head tilted a little and she patted the pocket of her jean jacket. Lo and behold, there was a key and keycard to match his. "Huh." She turned the card over, inspecting it thoroughly. "Alright. There's an address on this. Assuming the streets are gridded, which I suppose we should for the moment, we should be able to find our way."

She offered him a curious look. "While we walk you can tell me what's wrong with you. I shared my secret, fair is fair."

[parrishing]

"Unless you can fly or something. Or you know someone who can," he mused thoughtfully, tapping his thumb against the keycard a couple times. "I can't, though."

But never mind that. He nodded a little, towards the centre of the City, that large, jutting Tower. "This way?"

Adam had already started to twist around to head that way when she made her request; his eyes immediately snapped to her, and for a moment, he looked a little caught off-guard.

"What's wrong with me?"

[wellbredbitch]

"You. . ." she huffed. How could she explain it. "You're not moving right. Like you're not used to your arms or something. Beside, everyone here is damaged, so you must be as well." She had no doubt that this city would put her to the test. Already she was tired from shielding against the thoughts of the inhabitants and some other nebulous. . . thing that made her feel extra emotional. It was strange and worrisome.

[parrishing]

"And here I thought I was better at hiding it than that," he remarked drily, mouth quirking upwards briefly. It was almost in amusement. It also wasn't obvious which part he was referring to: the part about not being used to his arms, or the damaged part.

It wasn't like either was precisely wrong.

"Are you always this forward?"

[wellbredbitch]

"You don't get what you don't ask for," Emma replied smoothly. She moved confidently, stepping off the curb just as a cab roared by. This was one trick she'd learned already, and they needed the assistance. Once the cab stopped and let them in, Emma made him forget to put the meter on. "Magnolia Tower."

This was a much better idea than walking. Even if it did make her head hurt.

[parrishing]

"Fair enough." There was only so much he could say to that, in truth. She did have a point.

And so, he crawled into the cab behind her, frowning a little at the free ride they were apparently getting. But he didn't say anything.

Instead, he dropped his voice a little to reply: "I've got some stuff going on right now. It's complicated."

[wellbredbitch]

That was vague. Emma gave him a pointed look, but if he wanted to keep his weird a secret that was his business. She was proud of what she was, in a weird way. She was special and it made up for the other shit her life had put on her.

"The city is split up into sections based on the sin we identify with or possess the most. You and I are lucky enough to be in the center, devoted to pride."

[parrishing]

Terribly vague. He knew it well. He wasn't really that sorry either, honestly. She was more than welcome to be proud of what she was and what she could do, but he wasn't proud of whatever hellishness was taking over his body. That wasn't something he could do any good with.

"You overhear that from the cab driver, or someone we've passed?" Adam asked mildly, eyebrows arching a little. It didn't really surprise him that pride was his apparent sin. That wasn't inaccurate. He was proud to a fault; just ask Gansey.

[wellbredbitch]

"Cab driver. The minds outside are moving too fast to hear anything other than noise. I can hear you a little better too, so watch out for that."

She turned her attention to the window, her chin in her hand. "This place is like home in a lot of ways. Not necessarily the sin element, but the people. . . we'll never be accepted. We'll always be outsiders."

Her voice was soft, but not for the cab driver's benefit. She liked being special, but she wasn't entirely sold on being 'other' just yet.

[parrishing]

"Duly noted. Thanks for the warning." He was only a little bit wry in that reply. He would have looked out the window as well, but he wanted to actually continue the conversation; to turn his head meant that he wouldn't hear a damn word she said. So instead, Adam remained twisting towards her, his right ear subtly leading.

"People who're dragged in here? So the whole place isn't made up of us?" That was interesting. He flicked a glance to the cab driver. "That means most people were actually born here, doesn't it? This is the only place they've known."

[wellbredbitch]

Emma blinked, realizing she'd left that piece of information out. She turned back to face Adam. "Yes. There are only a few transplants. They call us chosen, but they don't trust or like us."

Probably this free cab ride wasn't going to help with that, but Emma was used to being despised. It came with the territory.

[parrishing]

It made more sense, honestly, that it was made of more people than just those who'd been dragged in. Initially, at least. And then Adam thought about it, and he wondered exactly what those people thought of the people who'd been dragged in.

'Chosen'. Sure. Whatever they said.

"I wonder why," he replied drily. "So how's that work? Anyone know why we're here?"

[wellbredbitch]

Emma concentrated. It was getting harder to focus. A headache was building up behind her eyes. The noise became louder, the passing voices more insistent.

She shook her head, sighing softly. "Maybe someone knows, but I'm not getting it."

She gave him a shrug, hoping she didn't look as distracted as she felt.

The cab stopped, but Emma didn't move to get out. She was having too much trouble boxing out the now coherent voices around them.

[parrishing]

"Cool," he muttered, mostly as acknowledgement to her response. He stared out the window for a second, trying to see if there was anyone who looked aware of the two of them sitting in the cab. Everyone was doing their own thing; he decided to let them. One day, he'd start asking around. Not today.

He snapped his eyes back to her, his left eye feeling a little askew and blurry for a second. He ignored it.

"You all right?"

[wellbredbitch]

It took Emma a moment to acknowledge he'd said something. She shook her head, then rubbed her temples. "I'm bordering on alright. Hopefully it's quieter inside."

She looked out the window as well, hearing too clearly what they all thought of the kids in the car. The cab driver was beginning to understand what he'd done and his anger was mounting. Emma took a deep breath and opened the door on her side, bolting for magnolia tower and its key card only lock. If Adam was smart he'd do the same until the cabby left.

[parrishing]

Now that he knew she could read minds, he had to wonder if the various minds weren't overwhelming. But then again, he wondered why she wasn't more used to that already. Maybe she lived in a small town, like he did. Who knew.

Seeing her move, he caught on, moving to effortlessly remove himself from the vehicle as well, nudging the door shut before following after her. Not bolting, necessarily, but definitely taking it at a clip. As he did so, a grin started to tug at his lips, as adrenaline caught up with him. It was terrible, running away from a cab driver without paying like this, but it wasn't like they had anything. He'd be pissed anyway.

When they got to the foyer, he kept running, hitting the elevator without even knowing which floor he was going to. It didn't matter; they were inside. And it was at that point, back pressed against the wall of the lift, that Adam loosed a proper laugh, happy and a little giddy.

[wellbredbitch]

Emma joined him in the elevator, unable to stop herself from laughing along with him. She felt a little bad about cab driver, but he'd survive.

She reached out, experimentally touching Adam's hand. "Be my friend. It's harder to go it alone." She knew that to be a fact. She'd never had many friends, maybe she'd be able to change that here.

[parrishing]

He would indeed. Life would go on, other fares would be had. And Adam and Emma would laugh breathlessly in an elevator.

At the touch, he only startled a little, eyes snapping to her curiously. In truth, he knew it as well as she did - friends weren't something he had many of - and he knew that a place named the City of Sin was probably to be traversed carefully. There was no touch of Cabeswater around here, just the unfamiliar taint of whatever was attacking it.

"Okay," he agreed after a second, shifting to nudge his hand against hers in return. Then he offered a non-sequitur to go with it, an offer of what was so complicated about his life right that moment. "I think something's trying to take over my eye."

Just in case she wanted to get away from him now, before it happened.

[wellbredbitch]

Emma smiled at the contact, but his statement about his eye made her frown. She believed him, because he was the authority on his eyes. "Are you seeing little shadows in your peripheral vision? Because that's happening to almost everyone. If it's something else, can I help?"

She didn't know how, but if Adam was her friend she owed it to him to try, as long as it didn't require too much of her.

[parrishing]

it was debatable whether or not he was the real authority on anything of his, partially because, right that moment, he felt very much apart from his own body. Not the best way to enter a new, unfamiliar place.

"I'm seeing the shadows too, but I kind of figured those weren't related. They only happened when I got here," Adam pointed out, leaning against the wall of the elevator thoughtfully. Finally, he stole a glance towards his keycard and the right floor, then leaned forward and jabbed the right button.

"This is different. Unless eyes are supposed to move independently of their owners. I don't know if you can help, though. I don't know what it is."

[wellbredbitch]

"No, that doesn't sound right." Emma gave him a worried look. "It sounds like this is a thing that was happening before you got here?" She wanted to be clear about what the problem was. If that was the case, then she had no idea how to help.

[parrishing]

"Yeah, it was," he confirmed. At least she could be aware that her eyes weren't suddenly going to start going random directions. There were no strange demonic things at play that were transferable. He was pretty sure.

What if they were, though?

Surely not.

"I thought I took care of it."