Test Drive Meme 010

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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, 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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[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."

[thegreatestproject]

"Not too far off from me, then." At least his temporal point of origin. "Only I've been here three months."

They'd only been a couple of buildings down from the lofts. Eliot nodded to one side before peeling away to open the front door.

"I'm guessing if you could travel out of here, you wouldn't've stuck around long enough for us to run into each other."

[hearingvoices]

"Every time I try I end up in that same fucking room again." It was obvious by his voice that he was pissed about it.

"So we're stuck. What's this time bull shit you're talking about?" Penny exhaled and tried to wrap his mind around the fact that Eliot had been here for three months. He'd just seen Eliot so it had to be some time bullshit but he wasn't able to figure out the math unless time just stopped. He'd known the flow of time could be different between worlds but time continue to flow, just a different speeds.

[thegreatestproject]

"There's one more shred of hope gone," Eliot lamented -- though he sounded like he'd expected it. He called the elevator to take them to the fifth floor.

"Time stops while we're here, or just about. We're talking nanoseconds. And we're stuck -- until the City decides to let us go."

[hearingvoices]

"You're fucking serious." Penny exhaled and watched the light as the elevator made it's way down to them. He didn't know enough spots in the city to practice traveling inside the boundaries but he put that on this to-do list.

"So what? We just chill out here until the city decides it's done with us?" That sounded like a really shitty plan.

[thegreatestproject]

"In between ill-advised acts of rebellion and intel-gathering," of course. The elevator door slid open, and Eliot swept inside.

"Today we are getting fucked up and listening to music so loud it drowns out the dubstep down the hall." Which had more or less been Eliot's plan for the day to begin with. Lucky timing, Penny.

As the elevator ascended, Eliot pulled the package out of his jacket. Inside was a full quarter ounce of pot, and a tiny plastic bag with six tabs of ecstasy. Eliot started opening it up before they'd even reached their destination.

When they did, he stepped out and moved to open the door, unlocking it with a turn of his wrist rather than bothering with a key.

"Bienvenido a mi casa," he said, as he moved inside. "Make yourself at home."

One thing Penny would likely notice as he stepped inside was that the interior of the apartment was quieter, psychically, than the outdoors. The noise of the City was muffled, through not eradicated. It likely had something to do with those handmade charms and runes set up around the walls and windows.

[hearingvoices]

He didn't mind dubstep, what he hated was that girly crap that always played in Q's head.

Penny stepped into the elevator and decided to try and relax a little. The day was going to suck less and if he was stuck here, then he'd fucking do whatever until he got back. If time is really paused then he doesn't have to worry about Fillory. Penny's all about not worrying about stupid shit or pushing it so far down that you don't realize that you're worrying about it.

"I'll have to get some of that shit for my place." He didn't know if Eliot made them or if it was someone else but with the patch on his neck and those charms it was a lot quieter. Not silent, he'd never have that freedom without some sort of drug but quieter than it's been since fucking mothman started screaming in his head.

After walking inside he turned towards Eliot and held out a hand. "Got anything to drink?" Figured if he's doing this he's going to get to fucked up to stand let alone think.

[thegreatestproject]

"Rhys' handiwork. You'll meet him sooner or later." Maybe even tonight, if the hedge witch wasn't otherwise occupied. They could turn this into a legitimate party.

Eliot went straight to one of the cabinets in his kitchen and opened it up, revealing an impressive collection of liquor and wine bottles. He plucked out a couple at random — one generic whiskey, one single-malt scotch. He brought them back over to Penny, along with the little baggie of pills. Penny could take whichever bottle he pleased.

"Bottoms up." Whichever bottle Eliot was left with, he'd use it to give Penny a toast before washing down a tab of E.

[hearingvoices]

"I'll remember the name." Penny wanted to see what Rhys could do. If he was lucky the guy might be able to come up with something that wouldn't stabb into the back of his neck. Sometimes he forgot about the patch but other times it itched and bleed and was fucking annoying.

He grabbed the bottle of whiskey and quickly opened it, tossing the top back on the counter. He honestly expected to drink the whole bottle. He then reached for the pills, chasing two with a long swig of his drink. He was a practiced drinker and the burn down his throat felt comfortable and familiar.

"So what music you got?" Eliot had mentioned something about music and Penny was going to wait to see how well this shit worked before taking more. He wanted it to last as long as possible.

[thegreatestproject]

"Mm," Eliot hummed as he downed the draught of scotch. Music. Right.

There was a smallish, but nice set of speakers on a side table, hooked up to an mp3 player. Eliot picked it up and, with a couple flicks of his thumb, called up a playlist of classic punk rock.

"Cheers," he said as The Ramones started performing Ignorance is Bliss. He raised the scotch in another toast before falling onto one of the couches. Penny would be free to stretch out on the other.

[hearingvoices]

Penny didn't waist much time before laying across the opposite couch. He began to feel the drugs creeping into his system and disconnecting him from the world around him. His head rested on the arm rest with the bottle of whiskey in his hand. He took a long gulp before dropping his arm to his side.

The whiskey bottle was now his friend, he wasn't going to let it go any time soon.

"Anyone else here?" Penny didn't actually have many questions because there was a lot that he didn't care about so he figured he'd get some of them out of the way while his mind was still working.

[thegreatestproject]

"Just us." Eliot raised a foot to start untying his dress boots, tugging them off one by one.

Then, with a casually dry tone as he raised his bottle: "Plus a couple of Harry Potter characters."

[hearingvoices]

Penny took a swig of the bottle before looking over at Eliot. "You gotta be fucking kidding me. I'm not with people from damn fantasy stories. Fillory was enough." He didn't trust stories anymore.

He was debating whether he was happy or sad that there was no one here from school. It's probably for the best.

[thegreatestproject]

Eliot swallowed a swig of scotch, his stare going slightly flat as he felt the drug start to kick in.

"Draco Malfoy's bisexual." A beat, and his eyes focused back on Penny. "Which I guess is better news for me than for you."

[hearingvoices]

Penny snorted a short burst of laughter. "You're fucking serious."

He took another swig, this time downing more of the whiskey that he probably should. He felt himself numbing then and he happily indulged in the feeling.

It was probably the drugs or the alcohol but Penny turned towards Eliot and squinted. "So how was it?" He assumed that Eliot has personal experiance with Draco's affection for men.

[thegreatestproject]

"He gets real cuddly when he's stoned. Quality kisser. All that posh English sneering must be a good workout for the lips." Eliot reminisced up toward the ceiling for a second. When he looked back down, his eyes weren't on Penny, but the couch he was sprawled on. "In fact, our last little rendevous was on that couch."

Of course, they'd had all their clothes on at the time, but Penny had no way of knowing that. And he wouldn't, so long as Eliot's thoughts remained guarded.

[hearingvoices]

"Yeah, thanks for sharing." His voice dripped with sarcasm. He didn't really care what Eliot did and he had a feeling that no loungeable surface in the man's apparent was clean. He honestly didn't care.

[thegreatestproject]

"Not even the courtesy to pretend to be disgusted." Dry as a desert. Eliot rolled his eyes, extracting a cigarette from his case, then snapping the case shut and tossing it toward Penny. "This is why nobody likes you."

[hearingvoices]

Penny felt the thud of the case on his stomach before he had realized that Eliot threw the cigarettes. He’d been very focused on drinking and the numbing feeling that began to spread through his limbs. "Fuck if I care." He replied before pulling a cigarette from the case.

It was honestly easier if people didn’t like him. He didn’t like to explain himself to others or admit that he didn’t have his shit together. Eliot knew, that was fine, he’d never had to explain it. "Just leaves more people for you to fawn over." Penny can be nice, sort of.

[thegreatestproject]

"It is a delicate ecosystem we share," Eliot mused, just before lighting the cigarette with a snap of his fingers.

The mp3 player moved on to another Ramones tune: Oh, oh, oh, sitting here with nothin' to do...

"Some good and bad news." It was both, depending on one's perspective. "Magic's not a secret around here. So, no worries about keeping up appearances for the muggles. Though it's a lot easier to get caught doing something shady."

[hearingvoices]

"Even if I can pop in and out without a trace?" He asked as he took a long swing from his bottle and then lighting his cigarette. Penny couldn't help but feel a little bit cocky when it came to his abilities. It made him a target but thanks to others he'd begun to think that it was pretty cool.

"I hate fucking sharing things about myself."

Be it magic or something else. He rarely told people that he heard voices in his head, let alone screaming. "I still got that fucking patch on. Don't know how long I can wear it before it causes some sort of damage." They never did say.

[thegreatestproject]

"Just remember there's nowhere to run." Or that security cameras existed, but Eliot didn't feel the need to highlight that for Penny. No need to brush close to the fact that he'd forgotten it himself.

As for the patch... Eliot looked up toward the ceiling. "Mm. Fun and games with potential brain damage. Me, I prefer the classics." He punctuated that with a belt of scotch — for example.

[hearingvoices]

Penny's lips twisted into a smirk before he shook his head. "yeah, I can't forget that fact." He knew about security tapes but there were always ways around that shit. Not that Penny was looking to do something illegal.

Right now he felt good and he wasn't interested in moving. After a bit he stared at the ceiling as if it was the most fascinating fucking thing ever.