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Test Drive Meme 010

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, filling 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 its 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 its 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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Although she had steady work at the library--and eternal board in Jack's closet, if she wanted--Diana still needed a creative outlet. A charitable one too. Busking was the logical solution for both needs. So every now and then, she would find a less disgusting street corner and set up shop, her guitar case open to accept donations, which would eventually go back to the local food shelter.

She never planned sets. She would play whatever struck her in the moment, anything from the Beatles to Sondheim.

Today, as it happened, she was in a Jefferson Starship sort of mood:

Say you don't know me, or recognize my face
Say you don't care who goes to that kind of place
Knee deep in the hoopla, sinking in your fight
Too many runaways eating up the night

Where the mood had come from was anyone's guess, but Diana's voice was clear and bright and pretty, like birdsong in the middle of the night. And just maybe she'd amped up the Awe a little bit. Passers-by were strangely compelled to stop and listen to her, to drop a couple bucks in the guitar case on their way. Maybe that was cheating a little, but it was for a good cause. And it wasn't like she lacked the talent or charisma.

One particular face caught her attention, though, as she wrapped up the song. Mostly because she didn't recognize him. Also because he was good looking. She wondered if he was a new arrival. He had the look of being lost to him.

Penny was quite comfortable being lost. It was a side effect of being a Traveler, more so a Travel who couldn't control where the fun he ended up. This city didn't seem like anything special but something about it crawled under his skin. He didn't like it and he wanted to get the fuck away from here, in some capacity or another.

He didn't pause as he passed by kept his pace even. He felt the subtle suggestion and looked over to her with a raised eyebrow. "Mean trick." Plus he didn't really care for the song.

His tone was gruff and he looked like he had no intention of stopping to listen to more of her music. He wasn't interested.

Okay, that was just weird.

Diana set her palm over the strings, silencing the last note of her song. With nothing left to listen to, her little audience started to dissipate. Which was fine. She wasn't looking for groupies.

But she was more than a little curious about that little comment about 'mean trick' or whatever.

"Hey," she said, standing up, calling after the stranger. "Hey, are you new to the City?"

Penny paused and turned to look at her. He grimaced as the patch against the back of his neck shifted and bleed. It was a constant reminder along with the stupid voices in his head. It quieted it enough but they were always there.

He knew that she was calling for him but he had no intention of hanging around for long.

"What of it?"

She dropped her guitar into the case, snapping it shut and slinging it over her shoulder. A few loose coins rattled around inside of it as she walked over to him. He was a good deal taller than Diana, but then again, most guys were. Being pocket-sized was just part of her charm. Or something.

"You look new is all," she said, giving him a smile that made her eyes gleam like the lights of a pinball machine. No supernatural augmentation. It was one hundred percent Diana. "There isn't exactly a welcoming committee. Unless you count the stupid gift basket thingy."

Which she didn't.

"Are you lost? I can show you where the shelter is, if you want a place to stay."

She was pretty he'd give her that but it was something he tried not to think about. There was no point in opening up or trusting people. It just ended poorly.

"I can find my way." Mostly he cheated but he knew he'd just have to try and Travel somewhere outside the city to end up in that god damn room again. He was really sick of it at this point and he didn't want to go back there.

"I don't need any help."

What the hell was it with people here and trying to help?

I only wanted to help. Does he think I want something? Man, dude must come from a lousy world.

"Oh," Diana said, slowing her gait a little bit. It wasn't like she could just tackle the guy and force him to let her help or anything. People tended to respond badly to that kind of thing.

She couldn't blame them. She didn't exactly enjoy being tackled herself.

"Well, in case you change your mind, you should know that the language barrier exists outside of the Tower district."

Penny had practiced not replying to the shit people say in their heads. Yes, his world wasn't perfect but it wasn't the world so much as it was him; his life sucked. He had already accepted that his life sucked.

Being here didn't change much about his life, only where he was and the fact that he couldn't leave. Which also sucked.

He signed and looked at her. "What language do most people speak here?" It was actually important to know. He hasn't had trouble hearing people but he doesn't know where the districts are so he doesn't know if its some kind of fluke.

"English, I think," she admitted. "But it's a little hard to tell. Most business happens in the Tower district, where there are...well...spells."

In her experience, people had a couple different reactions to the idea of 'spells.' Most often, they thought it was a joke and didn't believe her. Other times, they went on the defensive. And rarest of all, they believed her.

She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

He's going to think I'm crazy. I guess I can't blame him. I'd feel the same way if our positions were reversed.

"Please don't laugh."

He took a small step closer, his hands being shoved into his pockets. He didn't plan to stay out on the streets long since he's only in a vest but she'd mentioned something interesting.

"I see nothing to laugh at." He was tempted to just tell her that he went to a school that teaches people that shit.

"This isn't exactly new shit for me. So, if you know your way around then help me find where I can get something to take the edge off." He meant drugs but he'd seen how she took it.

He saw nothing to laugh at? Well, that was interesting.

He must come from a world with magic. I guess that means he'll be better at dealing than some of the other newbies.

She took a deep, largely unnecessary breath, letting it out slowly between her teeth. "I have a friend who might be able to help you with that," she said. "He lives in the Pleasure Gardens. But...not to backseat drive, but I wouldn't suggest it if you're new here. You definitely wanna be edgy your first few days."

He really wanted to reply to her thoughts but he had nothing nice to say and really didn't want to out himself for being the freak that he was. He didn't like to admit that he heard voices and he didn't have to while he was here.

"Why's that?" He's really tired of all this shit. Of listening to people's voices, thinking about their stupid ass problems. The burning at the back of his neck began to itch but he ignored it. If he focuses on something else it's easy to forget that it isn't there.

"Well, it's just that you're new..."

Is that blood? That smells like blood. Someone's bleeding.

"...there are some gangs around here that make a point of looking for new faces. You're a prime target for mugging."

It's coming off of him. Why does he smell like blood? Is he hurt? Maybe he already knows about the gang.

"Not saying that you can't take care of yourself or anything," she added quickly, her eyes examining him a little bit more closely.

God, Diana. Don't emasculate the new guy. You're such an idiot.

"I just mean...you don't need the aggravation. You've already got a lot of shit to deal with, being here and all."

Should I get him to a doctor? Or would that be offensive? Maybe I could introduce him to Martha? Jack says she's the best of the best. Of course, Jack would say something like that. Oh, God, I really hope he's okay.

Her thoughts were giving him a headache. He stared at her listening with both his ears and his head, luckily most people didn't talk and think at the same time.

"I can take care of myself." He hopes that puts her thoughts to rest as much as it does her talking.

And how the fuck can she smell blood?!

You idiot! You hurt his feelings!

"Of course," she said, ducking her head. "I'm sorry."

You're supposed to be helping people, Diana. Not making an already-bad situation even worse. What is WRONG with you?

She took out her phone, scrolling through the contacts. "Like I said, I have a friend who can help with...edges. He's a nice guy. Doesn't take advantage of newbies. And I'm pretty sure he has a better stockpile than almost anyone in the City."

And now you're pimping out Eliot. Hope he won't get all touchy about it like Jack. But at least you're not selling him on sexual favors. I wonder if this guy likes boys? That would just be my luck. All the good-looking ones are into dudes. And Eliot wonders why you haven't gone on a date in forever...

Penny just stared at her. "You have to be fucking kidding me." Of all the people from their rag-tag little team, Eliot wasn't the worst. There really was no way of knowing if it was the same Eliot but how many Eliot's have drugs and like guys? There were to many coincidences.

Fuck it.

"What does Eliot look like?" He wasn't into explaining how he knew that just that he wanted to know what she knew quickly. "Tall? Curly dark hair and waves his arms around like a prissy?"

He looks like Lancelot. Wait, what?

"Wait, what?"

After over two hundred years of supernatural insanity, Diana didn't always startle easily, but she had to admit, he'd definitely thrown her for a loop. She was accustomed to a very different kind of telepathy, the kind that involved putting thoughts into her head, not taking them out. And given the way he smelled, he definitely wasn't a Cainite.

She frowned a little bit, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. A nervous gesture. "I don't know about prissy...but he's tall and has curly dark hair. You kinda sound like you've already met him?"

"Yeah. It figures he'd be here."

He wasn't about to call them friends. Penny went through great lengths to not consider people at school friends. More so since they returned from the north pole.

"If it's the guy I'm thinking then I know him."

That was the most that Penny would give her about it. He didn't know what Eliot had said and he didn't really want to give her that much information about himself. More so after responding to what she was thinking.

He did however feel the need to clear one thing up. "And I'm not fucking hurt. I have this stabbing into the back of my neck." He moved his head slightly, showing the bandaged which was rimmed with blood.

"You know him? Like...you know-know him? Like, from home?"

The stab of jealousy was immediate.

Lucky guy. I wish I had some of my friends from home here. All I'm stuck with is the guy who fucked and then fucked over my sister. I'd take anyone in the Order, though. Even Pixie. God, I miss them so much. Why am I so lonely?

She pushed the thoughts aside, turning to look at the bandage on his neck. Immediately, she winced.

Thank God I'm not hungry.

"That looks really painful. I could take you to Eliot's by way of a clinic, if you wanted..."

"Yes, I know him and no we aren't friends."

Penny shook his head though now that she knows about the patch she might notice that the motion was slow.

"I put it there." Well, the doctor at the school did but it was with Penny's permission. It wasn't a permanent solution, he knew that but he didn't want to take it off. He didn't want to hear the screaming anymore.

Who doesn't like Eliot? Eliot's like pudding. Everyone loves pudding. Oh, unless he's an ex or something. I could see that being awkward. Better not get into it. It might bring up some bad feelings.

"Oh."

Why?

"Would you...would you like some whiskey or something?" She nodded in the direction of the fire station, just up the street. "I know where Jack hides the good stuff. And honestly, you look like you could use a belt."

Does he look gay? For some reason the idea really pisses him off. Drinking, however, that sounds like a fucking fantastic idea.

"Lead the way." He gestured with his hand before shoving them back into his pocket.

Diana gave one more quick glance, before she turned around and started heading in the direction of the fire station. Her guitar case thumped against the small of her back, the coins jangling.

I wonder if he has any money. I should give him my take. Or would that also be emasculating? But where would you keep money in that outfit?

It continued on, Diana wrestling with her conscience over to best help the stranger.

Whether or not she believed she was the Cainite messiah--and she didn't--she certainly fit the role well.

She opened the door of the station, gesturing him inside. "This is the City fire station, but it's usually pretty quiet. My friend is the fire chief. His name is Jack."

And he's the father I never had.

"He's a great guy. He'd let you stay here, if you wanted to crash."

Penny followed behind her wishing that she'd stop thinking for two seconds. It was starting to give him a headache. He pinched his nose a few times but it didn't really do anything to relieve the pressure and he soon gave up, keeping in step beside her.

"Jack the firefighter?" Penny rose an eyebrow at her before stepping inside in the building. Yup, it was a firehouse.

"So why are you so persistent with helping me?" He'd listened to her a million and one ways to figure out how to help him. He didn't really consider some of her thoughts emasculating, mostly because that really wasn't something he worried about. He knew who he was and while there were parts of him and his abilities he hated, it was still part of him. No use running from what was in front of you.

She turned to look at him. "It's the right thing to do."

And there weren't thoughts to accompany what she said so much as...feelings. Diana was a person utterly consumed with doing the right thing. For over two hundred years she'd obsessed about it, to the point where it was an urge inseparable from the rest of her personality. It was the driving force behind everything she did, ultimately. Even if competing instincts, such as the desire for sex or affection or blood, sometimes got in the way.

With that, she led him up the stairs to the little kitchen and office space above the fire trucks. It had the look of a used, worn-out dorm lounge. It was where she and her family basically existed for one another, in the in-between times when none of them were running around like the maniacs they were.

"Jack's great," she said, pushing open the door to his office. "We met years ago when he pulled me out of a burning building, cliched as that sounds."

God was he lucky I didn't bite him that night.

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