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Test Drive Meme 008

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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Albus would have noticed Draco sooner if he hadn't been so distracted by trying to figure out where the hell he was. So he was more focused on architecture rather than people at the moment - at least until he was practically slammed into. Albus Potter was... well, he was fairly tall. Solid too, from years of playing Quidditch as a beater. Which meant he took a step back, startled by the impact, and almost lost his balance but not quite.

"Careful," he said instinctively, free arm darting out to make sure that Draco didn't fall, but then he stopped dead, so startled his eyes widened. It wasn't Scorpius, he could tell that immediately, but he was certainly too young to be Draco Malfoy. "Uh."

He dropped his hand, grip on his gear bag shifting nervously. What the hell was going on?

While he had to admit that yes, he was glad he hadn't toppled over, he really could have done without who was helping him out here. It also wasn't that surprising to him that he'd been the one to give, given how solid Albus was; Draco had never had that much meat on him.

His brows crept up as he regarded the individual before him, until he was staring rather incredulously at the other. Clearly a Potter. There were no two ways around it. Not Harry, though, or the look would be different.

"Hello," he very cautiously greeted, brows still arched. The word was more like a challenge, a demand of who the hell are you than it was a properly friendly greeting.

Draco was taller than Albus was but not as wide - thankfully though not quite tall enough that he had to look up to face him properly, but still. Taller. None of this was making sense but the way Draco was looking at him meant that he was most definitely a Malfoy of some kind. He'd know that look anywhere.

He dragged a hand through his hair with a slightly nervous laugh, more a huff of air than anything, then inclined his head a little in greeting. "Hello," he started with, even though he knew the demand inherent in what Draco had said. He added the rest of it belatedly because he was trying to decide if he should use a pseudonym or not. Finally: "Name's Albus." Yes. Albus Potter. "S'all a bit new, this."

It was a very good look, and each and every one of Draco's ancestors would likely be very pleased indeed that it lived on, even after everything Draco had been through. Some called him a good man, ad while they may not be wrong, he did still have the ability to revert at a moment's notice.

"Draco. Charmed, I'm sure," he replied, his brow arching impossibly higher at the name. Albus. Of course. Ridiculous name. "And yes, I expect so. Welcome to the City of Sin."

There was a moment where Albus looked like a startled animal again. Part of his brain was trying to work through it being Draco looking so young in front of him while the rest was telling him it wasn't possible. He frowned, brows knitting together, before urging his face to relax.

Yes, yes, his name was terrible. You named your kid Scorpius. He'd used to be afraid of Draco, when he was younger, but only because he was an authority figure at all. By this point in his life, he was used to him - had to be. Was at least on a tolerant-nod basis. Still, it was weird here.

For all he looked like his father, Albus' mannerisms were vastly different from Harry's, from the way he held himself to the way he spoke. The charmed, I'm sure actually made him grin a little, rubbing the back of his neck. Couldn't be anyone else then, right? "I didn't believe you but that was exactly what you said to me when I met you, so..." You know, constants. Finally his shoulders slumped though, brief bravado slipping away. "I'm not sure if I should thank you or not, but I will anyway. That sounds a bit daunting, doesn't it? City of Sin."

Scorpius was a brilliant name. Very strong and proper, and it called back to the various naming rules of the families, and- Well, yes. The point was that it was a good name.

And really, 'Albus' only served to remind Draco of days gone by, days that he'd much rather forget. It smacked of Dark Marks burned into his skin and failed missions and more death than he could deal with. None of that showed on his face, though; he did his utmost to keep his expression neutral and even, albeit sceptical.

He was allowed a little scepticism, surely.

Though it did seem to be a Potter, without a doubt. Yes, the mannerisms were indeed different, but there was something to him that was undeniably related to Harry. He'd recognise that anywhere.

He could feel his eye starting to twitch, though, at the remark. It took him a moment to follow what Albus was saying, but then it clicked: this boy had met him before, though likely older. Which meant, of course, that this boy knew his son. Which was just bloody weird, to be quite frank. He wondered how Harry took that, and with that thought, a small, slightly hysterical laugh bubbled up out of him. Draco very quickly clamped down on that.

"Yes. Yes, it's terribly daunting and very ominous. You're welcome, for the time being, but I think you'll likely hate me later for it. Have any...immediate questions?"

Albus had his own demons about his name. Both names, really. They weren't the same as Draco's but they still dragged at him. He noted the skepticism though, and was pretty used to it.

The laugh startled him enough that his eyes widened slightly. He raked his fingers through his hair roughly and that was more like Harry, a stark contrast like he was actively trying to be unlike his father and sometimes it slipped out unbidden.

It was still difficult to fathom. All of it. He furrowed his brow again, trying not to focus on how it made him anxious. Still, his nails dug into his palm in a grounding gesture. "Since I hardly believe it's your fault I'm here, I don't think I'd hate you for that," he said mildly once he relaxed his hand again. "I suppose as far as questions go it'd have to be the obvious. Why, how, what now." A breath. "Though I'm sure there are no simple answers."

One might think that Draco would be more used to it, having his mother technically younger than him there, and his son barely a few years younger. And yet, somehow, it never got any easier to deal with. He needed, probably, another year in the City before that was old hat too.

"Mm," Draco granted, quirking one brow as though to say no, it's not my fault, but that's never stopped anyone before. "Why: we don't know. Possibly because we're interesting. How: we don't know. There's no speculation on that. Some sort of...bizarre nexus-thing dragging us in, perhaps. I don't understand it. What now: whatever you like. I settled, personally. Most people thought me insane for that."

A shrug. "Those are as simple as the answers get. It's all more complicated from here."

Albus' raised eyebrows in response to Draco's quirk was almost challenging: it was a clear statement of well, haven't hated you yet so you're probably fine, which was really a lot to say with that kind of expression. But still.

It... wasn't a lot, the answers. But he believed him. It was too ridiculous to be a lie, and why would Draco make something like that up anyway? "Thank you. For answering my questions." It was earnest. Maybe he'd meant it about not being able to blame Draco.

A breath, longer this time. "I take it that age discrepancies are one of the more complicated answers." There was a pause though, and suddenly he looked a little alarmed. "Sorry, but. How old are you here?" This was too weird. It shouldn't be like this.

Albus' was a baffling expression. Even if Draco had gotten the various nuances of conversation that lay within, it would have been baffling.

He opened his mouth, paused, and followed through: "You're welcome." Everything about it sounded entirely incredulous, albeit on a lesser scale. Like he was merely unsure of what was happening, and where he'd gotten turned around in his life to create this situation.

Draco cleared his throat as they touched on that one particular topic. "Yes." A beat, to make up for the fact that he'd stolen Albus' pause. "21. Ish. I came in at 18." Do the math; he'd been there a while. "This City likes to drag people in from whenever and wherever it likes."

Look, he was an easygoing guy. Most of the time. This was a little special. Still, he had no quarrel with Draco.

He could sense his incredulity though and felt pretty much the same way: it was strange to be talking to his boyfriend's father looking so young and not knowing him and--

--it was Albus' turn to let out a tiny hysterical laugh, choked back by a hand slapped over his mouth. "No." It was clear he wasn't laughing at Draco but that it was a nervous response, his hand finally dropping once he was sure he could at least try to arrange his face neutral. "Shit."

No, okay, that hadn't worked. "Sorry," he found himself saying it a lot - "sorry, it's just. I'm." Older than you. "Twenty-three." He was trying not to focus on the length of Draco's stay.

Thank Merlin. Though Draco did have to wonder why that might be. Really, the suspicion was strong with this one.

It also meant that he ended up narrowing his eyes just slightly at Albus' little laugh and the expression that followed. Sure, it was understandable, but he was suspicious. As always. Especially in the face of such disbelief.

He imagined Albus would be wearing that face a lot, though.

"Oh. I see. Well, I'm older than my mother, so I don't personally find that all that shocking. You'll get used to it, I'm sure."

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Test Drive Meme 008

what's up dad :')

omf don't call me that /facepush

what was that i can't hear you d a d c o

u r not his son, go away

ur his father in law ok be polite

............. nu

sends draco a 'sorry for snogging ur son' bouquet

tentatively accepts, sends albus a 'sorry for snogging ur dad once' bouquet...

giant plurk unsure emote

8D

does that make us even weirder wizards

yes it does and that's okay