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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!
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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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William "Penny" Adiyodi | The Magicians

[hearingvoices]

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.

[thegreatestproject]

It was easy enough to find dealers, if you knew what to look for. In fact, the drug business in the City was so booming that most dealers specialized — and a small number of them flat-out refused to trade in the most dangerous drug on the market. They saw it as prudent: making money was all well and good, until your clients started turning up dead.

A certain someone had made it his business to get acquainted with a few of these dealers. A certain someone who Penny wouldn't be able to read, since he'd been practicing guarding his thoughts for years.

"Until next time," Eliot was saying, as he turned away from today's dealer, slipping the bag into his inner jacket pocket... and coming face-to-face with a face he hadn't seen in months.

"...oh," was all he said at first, while he blinked, caught entirely off guard. "...hi."

[hearingvoices]

Penny was not expecting to see Eliot. He stopped mid-step and eyed the familiar man before looking past him towards his intended target. This thought process was quick. He could ask Eliot where the fuck they were and if all the shit he'd been hearing was true or he could walk past him and focus on quieting the voices. It only took him a second to decide though his expression suggested that he wasn't happy with his decision.

"...hi." He was never a smooth talker, in fact he disliked talking if he could help it. "You going to tell me how you got here or am walking past you to see what these guys deal."

He preferred to be straight to the point.

[thegreatestproject]

Eliot took in a quick breath. Okay. Regroup. Of all the people who could have turned up, Penny was the least likely to be pissed off specifically at him — mostly because it seemed like Penny was constantly pissed off at the world as a default setting, but hey. Eliot would take it.

When he answered it all came out as if it were a single sentence. Getting straight to the point, indeed.

"Mostly weed, with a side of molly and the occasional coke chaser; did you only just get here?"

[hearingvoices]

It was safe to assume that Penny was pissed at everything. Right now it was mostly directed towards this fucked up city and whatever messed up shit stopped him from being able to leave.

"Yes and I'm going to be needing some of those pills." He meant the ecstasy, weed wasn't really his thing; it didn't last long enough. Pills were easy and when one didn't work you just took another. He's had time to try all sorts of shit. Pain medication worked too, anything that might numb him and quiet those fucking voices.

He didn't think that Eliot has been in this city long. He's just seen him the physical students house.

[thegreatestproject]

"Sharing is caring," Eliot agreed, blithely. "Anyway, you'll barely have enough for two pills."

Assuming the City had 'generously' gifted Penny with the same amount of money that it had Eliot, when he'd arrived.

"Come on," he said, nodding back the way Penny had come, "let's get somewhere we won't freeze to death while we're tripping balls."

He brushed past Penny, with a clear destination in mind.

[hearingvoices]

He watched Eliot for a moment and then followed. Eliot was correct in assuming that Penny was broke but he'd been forming a plan to get what he needed anyway. For his sanity, he'd do anything. This was probably a better plan.

His head twitched as they walked and he grunted in pain as the patch in the back of his neck burned. He wasn't about to take it off and, in a really fucked up way, it was nice to be reminded that it was there.

"Where are we going?" He was quick to step up to Eliot's side, his hand's being shoved grumpily into his pockets.

This day was just a whole lot of suck so far so he wasn't looking to play games.

[thegreatestproject]

"My apartment," Eliot said, casting a brief glance to the side, to gauge Penny's initial reaction before continuing: "Congratulations. You're the latest victim of our bugfuck time magic merry-go-round. What's the last thing you remember?"

[hearingvoices]

Penny raised his eyebrow. "The fuck?" A magic merry-go-round sounds like a ride he'd rather jump off of but, since he wasn't given a choice, he'll deal with whatever the fuck happens.

"We were getting ready to go to Fillory but instead of showing up at the fountains I was here."

[wellbredbitch]

Emma's head was silent in a sea of noise. She was also scanning the minds around her, but on purpose. She stopped when she made contact with Penny's. Another telepath. She gasped and looked around for him, then made a beeline toward him.

She was wearing a coat she'd lifted from a mugger over her stripper uniform, but her bare legs and platform heels still made her conspicuous. She marched over, remarkably graceless in her heels. "You! New guy!"

[hearingvoices]

Penny's mind was shielded but he knew that the lack of free floating thoughts was conspicuous when around someone else like him. He knew more than a few other telepaths but he fucking hated talking to them. They all had something wrong with them, it's what happened when you heard voices all the time and no one ever shut the fuck up.

Really Penny hated most people and it showed when he turned towards Emma. He eyed her shoes and her legs before making eye contact.

"Yeah, I'm not paying." She looked like a hooker, even with the large jacket.

[wellbredbitch]

"Please. Like you could afford it you scrubby looking asshole. You're new. I'm not." She eyed him, assessing him. Maybe her excitement had been premature. Go figure. Like everything else, Penny was less brilliant than he'd seemed a moment ago. "Do you even know where you're going?"

[hearingvoices]

Penny was hoping that his comment would get her to go the fuck away. Apparently that didn't work. He felt like a magnet to people he didn't want to talk to. Which was pretty much everyone.

"It's never been a problem before. Did you have a point to coming over?" He didn't like talking about the fact that he was a telepath and he didn't like the idea other people rooting around in his head. He already had to deal with the god damn moth fucker screaming at him. If it wasn't for the bleeding patch on the back of his neck he'd go crazy. It muted the voices but the people around him continued to bug him. It wasn't a permanent solution and it hurt like hell.

[wellbredbitch]

"I'm going to help you whether you like it or not." Emma decided, looking down at him from her ridiculous shoes. "Have you checked your pockets yet? Or are you going to keep being abrasive and stupid? I'm fine either way, I have nothing but time."

[hearingvoices]

He had the phone that he'd woken up with but he had no idea if she meant something else. "And how are you going to help me?"

He wasn't going to stop being abrasive.

[wellbredbitch]

Abrasive was the lesser sin of the two she'd listed. "There should be a key in there, I can tell you where you live. Then I can take you to someone who can get you drugs. Then, another day, I'm going to teach you to control your telepathy so you don't have to be a pissbaby all the time if you don't want to."

[hearingvoices]

His eyes narrowed. "I know where I live." Mostly because of his attempts at traveling which always ended up with him in that damn room. He didn't think he'd ever have trouble getting home.

After a minute he relented. "Fine, drugs but how can you teach me?" The patch on the back of his neck burned at the thought. He had walls around his own thoughts but he couldn't shut out others, not completely, and it was worse with the the moth fucker who was screaming inside his head.

[diana_abel]

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.

[hearingvoices]

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.

[diana_abel]

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?"

[hearingvoices]

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?"

[diana_abel]

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."

[hearingvoices]

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?

[diana_abel]

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."

[hearingvoices]

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.