Test Drive Meme 008

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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

[itsdesigner]

"So I've been told. It seems about as sinful as any city I've been in. Even a little tamer than some," He muses, but maybe he just hadn't given it a chance to really shine yet.

There's a moment of hesitation, the briefest flicker, as he considers Peter's outstretched hand before taking it.

"Daken," He offers, fingertips brushing subtly over the stranger's inner wrist before he slips his hand away. "If you've just arrived, then I have nearly forty-eight hours on you."

[myowndestiny]

"Nice to meet you, Daken." Peter's careful about the handshake. As long as he's paying attention, he won't copy anyone else's powers. He'd learned recently that it was something he needed to watch. What was interesting was that Daken also seemed to be fairly careful. He wondered why.

"Yeah, I'm not seeing it yet, either," he said, looking around at the City. "Maybe it's supposed to be more of a judgment on us. Have you heard who's put this whole thing together, yet?"

Peter was not planning on being idle. Something had brought them here and that something could bring them back. The way everything was being put, he wondered if it was some sort of crazy deportation plan put together by some government. Get rid of the 'specials' through any means necessary.

[itsdesigner]

"Likewise," He hums politely. Of course, he's oblivious to how much of a threat Peter poses to him. If he had any idea what kind of abilities the other man had, he would've kept a much greater distance. He was usually blatantly obvious with his abilities, all save one, which he kept hidden as well as he could. Especially here in a new city, his ability to control pheromones gave him a definite edge.

No, his cautious handshake was partly a healthy suspicion of anyone he didn't know anything about mixed with the fact that he still found handshakes incredibly awkward.

"Apparently a group of individuals calling themselves Magistrates. I haven't gotten much more than that," He sounded equally as frustrated by the strange circumstances they'd found themselves in.

[myowndestiny]

"Magistrates?" Peter raises an eyebrow. He looks off into the distance, thinking. "Well, that tells us something, at least. They're either middle management, or trying really hard to pretend they're middle management." Peter might've spurned studying law, but his brother sure didn't. He got a more-than-healthy dose of all the terminology.

He shrugs, smiling a bit. "Either way, it's somewhere to start. At least gives us a face we can punch, right?" It's never that easy, but Peter can hope.

[itsdesigner]

He nods, "Exactly. It's entirely possible they're just figureheads and have as much of a clue about what's going on as we do. I haven't had a chance to dive any deeper than that."

It's Daken's turn to raise an eyebrow. Killing punching could be fun, but he preferred a little more finesse, especially when it came to figuring out the inner workings of an obviously established group of serial abductors.

[myowndestiny]

He chuckles as Daken stared at him. "Okay, yeah. I know that won't work, but these things always kind of end up that way. And this is my second kidnapping in a year, so I'm sorta-" He shrugs. "-over it. At least they're not drugging us up this time, I guess."

[itsdesigner]

"It might be a place to start," He says with a subtle, amused smile, "A bit of violence might lead us to the next level up. Or dead."

"I'm guessing last time you didn't end up in another universe however," He pointed out dryly. Their situation was frustrating and confusing to say the least. "It certainly makes the chance of rescue or escape narrower. And not a clue as to what they hope to accomplish from bringing us here."

[myowndestiny]

Daken was making it hard to find the bright side of this situation. Granted, there weren't too many silver linings to be found, but still.

"I might know one or two people who could wiggle out of it. But I'm gonna guess they're not anywhere near here," he said, thoughtfully. What could help clue them into the situation? "I know it's only been a couple days for you, but have you met anyone you know here? I'm wondering if they brought us in groups."

[itsdesigner]

Peter was oblivious, but the question was a complicated one. How to explain that he'd run into people who he vaguely recognized, but who didn't know him and who didn't seem like they were necessarily from the same place he was? Some of them had realized he'd known them, others hadn't, so he'd lied.

His pause stretches a little too long. It will, no doubt, seem slightly suspicious. So instead of telling the truth, he decides to go with the confusion angle. It's definitely believable.

"Yes and no... I've met a few people whose names I've recognized who are drastically different than the them that I know. Have I met anyone who I think is from the same place that I am? No. Have I met people I know, or should know? Yes."

[myowndestiny]

Peter's face scrunches up somewhat as he tries to work that out. How strange. "Well, if we're getting pulled from outside this universe, or world or whatever, then we're probably getting pulled from different times, too. That can cause a lot of differences."

Regardless of how much time travel Peter's gone through, he hadn't stumbled across Multiple Worlds Theory yet. As far as he knew, that scarred version of him and that virus future and the world splitting apart were all entirely gone now. They'd been wiped clean for whatever Claire's public announcement gave them.

That's not particularly gelling with what Daken's telling him, though, so he shrugs. "I get the feeling this place is going to give me a headache. Do me a favor, though? Keep an eye out for someone named Hiro Nakamura? I think he could help."

[itsdesigner]

Daken shakes his head. For him, this wasn't a theory. He'd seen it, met people from parallel universes to his own. Similar, but definitely different.

"I've seen this kind of thing before. It's not different times. It's parallel universes, or, I suppose, if you wanted to call it that, parallel timelines," He corrects steadfastly, "Like you, for example. We've met. Maybe I'll run across another you. Maybe you'll speak German or be missing an arm. There will be similarities, but in the end you'll be fundamentally different somehow. The world the other you comes from is probably also different."

Daken raises an eyebrow. So, he'd misheard Peter earlier. Hiro, not Akihiro.

"Do you? Why do you think that?"