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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!
→ 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, 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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Arrival

Apparition made a very particular sound, albeit one that could be easily mistaken for something else. A sudden, sharp whipping of fabric, or of something cracking. Many a Muggle hadn't thought twice about hearing the noise, so long as they hadn't actually seen a wizard appear in front of them.

If, on the other hand, you were a person who would recognize what Apparition sounded like... one had just happened around the corner in that alleyway.

Newt let out a hard sigh of relief, keeping his wand raised for another beat before putting it away and reaching into his coat. Pickett had retreated all the way in, even going so far as to burrow under the fabric of his vest. Newt gave the small, Bowtruckle-shaped lump a soft pat.

"There now," he murmured. "Safe as houses." As safe as houses could ever actually be. He supposed the simile was appropriate.

He stepped out of the alley to take a look around, looking wide-eyed and very, very lost.

Arrival/Around the City

He was still getting the hang of traveling, he was no where near mastery, but he at least knew when the fuck he was planning to travel. He'd never done it without making an effort too. So how the fuck did he end up here? He didn't pay attention to the gift box or the room he woke up in. He instantly tried to get home only to end back up in the same fucking place.

"Damn it." He was trying not to be pissed since he didn't know where he was or exactly how to get back. It looked like a city but it didn't feel like anywhere he'd been on Earth. There were to many worlds to tell and he's only seen a fraction of them.

Penny walked around the streets trying to see if he could find someone. Most of them talked about the chosen which sounded like some sort of fucked up cult. It was too loud, he wanted them all to just shut the fuck up. He couldn't believe that he was stuck here so he went searching for something that might quiet the voices in his head; drugs.

A New Arrival

The stars are going out. The first time she heard those words from one of the Torchwood technicians, Rose Tyler thought her heart might leap out of her chest. Those five words had increased their sense of urgency at completing the dimension cannon, and they'd worked round the clock to perfect their calculations and run all the tests they possibly could to ensure that she might make the journey in one piece. Because yes, she was the one risking her life to find the Doctor, and she wasn't hearing any arguments against that decision.

And she'd come so close. Meeting Donna Noble, helping to correct the decision that had made that parallel universe where the Doctor died under the Thames. She'd just pressed the handheld device that activated the dimension cannon to return her to Pete's World for one last time before hopefully finally reaching the right universe--

But this wasn't Torchwood. Reaching out to touch the brick of the buildings on either side of her in the alley, Rose frowned before turning to head out onto the street. This wasn't London, she could hear it in the voices of the people who passed her by. And it wasn't snowing in London. So where the hell was she?

Party Hard

The invitation had hinted at just how lavish the Emperor's party would be, but it still made Rose's jaw drop slightly. She was no stranger to elegant soiree's, thanks to Pete's many company and charity gatherings that the Tyler family attended, though this was a little... more than that.

Sipping at a glass of champagne, she moved through the crowd, her purple dress just the right shade of polished refinement to help her blend into the crowd while she listened to the conversations she was slipping through. Any information at all might be useful in uncovering the secrets of the City.

Edited 2017-01-11 01:13 (UTC)

Arrival/Trouble
Emma wasn't nearly as surprised the second time she found herself standing on the sidewalk of the City when she ought to be somewhere else. The only trouble was all the snow on the ground and her outfit. Working as a stripper had few perks, and the uniform was not one of them.

She shivered and hugged herself, looking around for shelter. Her cellphone and keycard were in her hand, but she didn't know exactly where she was in the City. "Ugh, fuck this place."

Trouble

normal

(1: arrival)
Thom didn't claim to know Galway like the back of his hand but he knew that giant looming tower was new. And he was alone. He'd seen the other lads step through the portal.

So far, he'd been lucky with portals. He'd never ended up in the wrong place, halfway around the world, or some fae dungeon. But wherever he was now, he didn't recognize it, and that didn't bode well.

"How's the craic? Weird question, but can you give me the name of this city?" Luckily, he'd been heading into Galway to pub crawl and club anyway, so he looked completely human, the Irish accent is more difficult to miss.

(7: around the city aka at the bar - feel free to reply with texts!!)
Naturally, Thom was trying to stay level headed and figure out what he needed to do to help himself, and everyone knew the best place to think was at the pub over a pint. Everyone. He was sat at the bar itself, working on a red ale, as he toyed with one of the free packs of cheap matches the bar gave out just to keep his other hand occupied. All the while he was staring down at the phone he'd found in his pocket. Yes, found. He'd had his own phone on him when he'd stepped through the portal. This was not it.

It took him half a glass before he decided to fiddle with his only real lead, this phone. Naturally, he went straight for the pictures. Nada. After that, however, he went to the contacts. A list of names and numbers. Alright, mass text it was.

(i found this phone. you friends with the lad it belongs to?)

Little does he know, he's on The City's network. His name will pop up for everyone as simply 'Thom'.

[Arrival - Few days after]

Well. Sherlock Holmes was definitely lost in more ways than the very definition of the word itself. Obviously, there was trouble grasping how he could have ended up there when he was technically stuck in his own mind, and now none of it mattered. Not really. Not when there was no way out. That was a forced fact no matter who he talked to.

So, it was all a waiting game now. Wait for more answers. Wait for whatever called him here to send him back. Wait. Wait. Wait.

Waiting led to boredom.

By day 3, Sherlock was positively vibrating with restlessness. There was nothing to do at his new flat. No Mrs Hudson. No tea. No food. None of his personal effects. But everything paled in comparison to not having John Watson.

In fact, that was the scariest part in all this.

Evening came and, after walking about the City, Sherlock settled into a fairly comfortable chair at a cafe with an expression that betrayed how he really felt.

[Wild card]

[It's sometime in the afternoon when a text displays on the network.]

Is there someone in this unbearably boring place that has a gun for sale? A cheap one preferably.

[2 minutes later]

Nothing too big. But not one of those pocket.. things.

[2 more minutes later]

#distractionineedone

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2

Luke is no stranger to bad feelings. So when the tension starts to rise, he puts it down to the Force, rather than some manifestation of the city. But either way, it's nothing to ignore. But he hasn't been there long enough to know what he should be looking for, and without his lightsaber, all he can do is reach out with his senses, both the standard and enhanced, and continue carefully down the street, not looking for a fight, but ready for one despite his unassuming presence.

3

Parties aren't really his thing. Emperors, even less so. And yet, the invitation is hard to ignore, even if he knows it's probably nothing to do with... well, his past.

So he finds himself lingering near the door, underdressed and unsure what exactly her was thinking in coming. If there's a fight, it's not here. And given the fact he knows no one and isn't practiced at mingling, it's doubtful he'll learn anything useful, either.

NETWORK

[He doesn't look like the same boy who disappeared. He's older to start with and his hair is wild and free. It curls around his head and seems content to just be rather than being tamed by pounds of raspberry scented gel. He has on a simple black jacket too, zipped up to his neck, rather than mixed patterns and a bow tie. He seems muted, almost, as if somewhere in the missing years he stopped caring about keeping up with his complicated grooming routine. He even has a thin layer of stubble over his chin.

He's quiet for a moment, as if he isn't sure what to say]

This is the part where people my therapist says are just figments of my imagination welcome me home.

~~Not-So-New-~~Arrival

When Orpheus had woken up this morning, things were...different. He was not in the basement of the DCP house. He was not in any room he recognized, actually. And it was much, much nicer than anywhere he'd stayed in the last several decades, barring....

Well. He was deliberately not thinking about that. (Except...he couldn't feel Apollo today. Did that mean the god had finally cut him off entirely or that he'd...gone home? Didn't matter. Not thinking about it.)

When he left the building he found himself in (having gone through the contents of his welcome package with a wry amusement), he saw that he was, indeed, not in the city he'd fallen asleep in. Which meant he didn't have any job to get to. Which meant...

It was a good thing he had his guitar on his back this time around. It took him a bit of walking to get out of the corporate skyscrapers and glaring modern architecture of the Tower District, but he did eventually manage to find a park, where he settled himself at the base of a tree, guitar in lap, and began to play.

It began as a confused sort of jumble of emotions, loss and confusion, a hint of madness, a healthy dose of depression/addiction/loneliness.

Eventually, though, it settled into something wary but content.

It was, throughout, beautiful.

It was a dizzying sensation. One second Margo was walking a hallway inside of Castle Whitespire, the next her haute couture heels were clicking against a cement sidewalk. Her eyebrows instantly wrinkled as her defenses went up. Obviously this was magic of some kind. She hadn’t used the button, but somehow she’d been transported to a place that very clearly was not Fillory.

“…the fuck?” She muttered under her breath. There was small comfort in the fact that this wasn’t some deserted, dystopian landscape. People were actually walking the sidewalk with her. Margo took pause to side-eye some of them even though it was her that stood out like a sore thumb with her crown settled right where it belonged on her head.

“Hey!” Margo stopped a passerby in their tracks, grabbing them by the arm in a way that was uncharacteristically gentle for her mood. “What is this place and how am I supposed to get back where I belong?”

Arrival

"No no no..." Quentin muttered to himself, as he checked all over and all through his messenger bag and darted his eyes around the City. "This is definitely not 1942. Fuck." Great. They'd messed up again and now Jules was gone, and there was no way he'd make it to Fillory.

He rubbed his face, brushed his hair back behind his ear, and sighed deeply. He'd just...have to figure out where he was. And try again from here.

Party Hard

Why had he come here? Really, what did he think he was going to manage at this party? Maybe he just expected to drink, and that- that he was managing. He stood in a corner and rolled a coin in his fingers, occasionally watching the proceedings, but mostly just wishing he was back home.

He was at least dressed up fairly nice, looking far more put together than he actually felt. If only he wasn't hunching his shoulders and leaning against the wall, someone might actually think he'd wanted to talk to people.

Trouble

"Look man, you've got to leave me alone, okay?" One of the locals was very curious about the book he'd been reading, and everyone else that was nearby had mysteriously vacated the area. Quentin was not very optimistic about his chances here.

"Look," he repeated, speaking more quietly so the guy would have to stop tugging on the book to hear. "I'm a trained Magician and I know battle magic, so how about you just-" And the tugging resumed.

Unfortunately, battle magic (and most magic, really) required the use of his hands, and he wasn't going to let go of the book to do it. So Quentin could be found ineffectively kicking at the young local guy who had somehow grown as fixated with his book as he was.

[Arrival]

Julia was so disoriented just from... from life that she didn't even care that she seemed to be in a new place. Nothing was reliable, nothing made sense, why would it suddenly start now?

Fuck it, she's just gonna sit here and smoke a cigarette. She's not even going to start thinking of what the fuck she's gonna do next until it's burned all the way out.

[Demonic Presences]

[ No. No no no. Was it him? ]

Someone, anyone, please. I can't-

[ A scream, and frantic footsteps. ]

[Carnival]

You can ask Julia. She can tell you how to go to a carnival and not have fun. It mostly involves sitting in the dark alone. She'd come thinking maybe she could have fun, but its not working out super well. Maybe someone can turn it around for her.

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