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

[intuitive_aptitude]

There's a slightly amused look at his face when Peter says the Tower. "Nope. But I live there too. I actually moved in again, recently. It's a long story, but let's just say that place I woke up in wasn't nearly quite as nice."

In terms of whether there were people here from home, Sylar wants to be upfront about that.

"Claire's here too, though she and I haven't really talked. And Elle was too for awhile, before the City sent her home." He doesn't know that for sure, but everyone here had convinced him that it was the normal course of things.

Sylar does laugh though, under his breath, when Peter looks embarrassed. He doesn't need to be. "You have no idea how much I've missed you Peter. This place is ..." A powers buffet? "...tempting, in all the wrong ways." And only Peter could remind him of all the progress he made — and temper him.

"Nearly five months, though, I don't remember some of it." Yeah, it was a peculiar thing to say.

[myowndestiny]

"Man..." There's a lot to process here, from the fact that Claire's around- it was understandable that she and Sylar 'haven't talked'- to Sylar admitting the temptation, to the time. Five months. That was awhile to be separated, in their lives. He knew Sylar would be trying his best, but he also knew what that aptitude felt like, and this City was full of mysteries.

He was about to ask if Sylar'd been 'doing okay' but the memory thing was more pressing. Peter frowned. "Like, someone erased your memory? How long are you missing?"

It was probably a little weird to have this conversation here, with all the lights and noises of the carnival. But no one was paying attention to them, and he and Sylar had proven over (what felt like) the past few years that they could talk anywhere.

[intuitive_aptitude]

"An entire month." It was unsettling, to say the least, but Sylar's talked about before, so he isn't as angry or frantic about it as he was the first or second time.

"I haven't ruled out that someone here is capable of erasing memories." Like René. "But honestly Peter, it feels more like ... someone somehow kept me under for a month. Despite how hard it would be to keep something like that in my body."

Two guys leaning against a wall was probably the least interesting thing at the carnival. And it was so loud that it'd be hard to overhear anything unless you came and stood next to them.

"All I remember during that time is one memory." He looks down at the ground, kicking at a pebble. "I opened my eyes into some bright lights, like what they use in an operating room. And there was medical equipment everywhere. Everything was so ... sanitary. But I don't remember anything about me, or how I looked, or if I was attached to anything." He huffs a laugh. "And that is literally it. All that I can remember."

[myowndestiny]

The more Peter heard about that, the less he liked it. Other than being brought here, a lot of his interactions with the City itself had seemed to be more or less incidental. He'd been expecting something more sinister, and it sounded like that had found Sylar.

"Someone's experimenting." Peter crossed his arms and sighed. Here they went again. "All your powers still working okay? Anything seem off when you got back?" Sylar would know.

[intuitive_aptitude]

Peter was right. Sylar would know, intuitively even.

"I've tested all of them. Nothing is wrong." Honestly he didn't even need to test him, but he'd done it just to make sure there wasn't some disconnect between his brain and the rest of his body.

"There's only one thing that's off." He actually hasn't told anyone this. Telling anyone except for Peter would have been a bad idea, especially after he'd told Devi what he was capable of.

"When I woke up afterwards, I had a mind-splitting headache — something that actively required healing. And now-" He glances around, just to check one more time that no one was paying them any attention. "There's a little part of my brain that I can't access."

Peter would know what that meant. The backend of intuitive aptitude was also the ability to configure and evolve your own brain so that you could replicate other people's powers. That meant a certain level of control over your mind that people don't normally have access to.

[myowndestiny]

Oh, this was not good. "They put something in your brain," he stated plainly. He was quiet for a moment, rubbing at his face and thinking that over. He knew how much that would mess with Sylar. Not knowing something like that had to pick at his aptitude something awful. Even Peter couldn't guess what it was- a limiter? A bomb? It could be anything.

"Has anyone else had this happen to them? Do you know?"

[intuitive_aptitude]

Wow Peter. Way to really just lay it all out in the open like that. But in the end, it was probably better if Sylar faced that reality instead of ignoring it. He'd just been so good at ignoring it for the past two weeks.

Eliot really, had helped him ignore things like this.

But Sylar doesn't argue. He knows it's the only explanation. Instead, he closes his eyes for a second, his fingers pinching at the middle of his forehead. "No. I don't think so. A few people here have seen that room before, so I know it's real. But no one I've talked to has heard of someone actually being kept there."

When he looks back up at Peter though, there's a familiar, dangerous look in his eyes.

"Peter."

[myowndestiny]

Hey, Peter was good for a lot of things, but subtlety wasn't one of them.

And okay, that was not a look he'd seen in awhile. He suspected that Sylar had been actively stamping it down since they'd gotten stuck together. Regardless, he's standing up straighter now, watching Sylar's movements. More worried than suspicious. Had he hit on something too sensitive in asking more about this?

"Yeah?"

[intuitive_aptitude]

"You..." A beat, as the final pieces of his idea forms in his mind. It's going to sound crazy, not that Sylar is aware of that.

"Do you think you could selectively mimic one of my powers? Telekinesis specifically, if you tried."

[myowndestiny]

Peter gave Sylar a Look that he'd often given Nathan. It's the I Don't Like Where This Is Going look.

"I can, yeah." He'd done it with the shapeshifting awhile back. "But what do you want me to do with it?"

He really hoped it wasn't what he thought, because that was not happening.

[intuitive_aptitude]

C'mon Peter. Sylar can see it in his eyes. He already knows.

Slowly, Sylar lifts his index finger up to his temple and drags it horizontally across his forehead. "Peter I'll survive it. And you'll be able to see what they did and take it out. Telekinesis will way easier than any type of operating tools we could get our hands on."

This was clearly the best idea.

[myowndestiny]

Yep, that's where he figured it was going. Peter's Look became pained, as well as exasperated.

"I can't do that. We don't know what it is- it could trip something and blow up as soon as I touch it. You'd come back and I wouldn't. Or maybe neither of us would. And I don't have your aptitude. How am I even supposed to find it? What if I hit your kill spot?"

Ah...whoops. Peter stopped and looked around. His voice had raised to the point that he was starting to attract attention. He sighed heavily and stepped closer to Sylar. His voice lowered, but it was no less intense.

"Sylar, the only time- the only time- I ever tried to kill someone, I did it like that." His brother and then his mother. "We have to find another way. ...you said people had seen this place? We should go take a look for ourselves."

Because that was less dangerous, surely.

[intuitive_aptitude]

Sylar's going to keep pushing it. Peter can tell by the indignant, unwilling-to-loose look on his face. He was going to tell him, no look it's easy.

Step 1, take telekinesis. Cut my head open. Step 2, take regeneration. Then poke around my brain. That way if you do something like explode us both, we'll both come back. Easy.

But when Peter brings up Nathan and Angela, and how he nearly killed them using this exactly same technique, Sylar exhales instead of saying any of those things. It takes him a minute to fully back down from this idea — he's probably wondering if Claire would be willing to do it, honestly — but he does back down, at least for now.

"We're already planning something like that. Now that you're here, you should come." A beat. "And by 'we' I mean, me and some ..." His eyebrow raises as he says the word. "...friends?"

[myowndestiny]

Peter wondered, as he watched Sylar's expression change from indigence to concession, if he got that same look on his face very often. He wouldn't be surprised to hear it from someone else. They were pretty similar in their stubbornness.

Sylar does listen, though, and he was thinking it over. That was all Peter wanted. He might decide it was important enough to try eventually, but as of right now- Peter really didn't think he could go through with it.

Regardless, now they were on a topic Peter had a far easier time with. His eyes lit up and he had half a smile on his face. "Is that you wondering if they were friends, or you realizing you had friends? Either way, I'm in." Wouldn't even be the second time he infiltrated government secrets, by this point. "I'm glad you've had people here. Anyone you can talk to?"