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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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"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.

Penny followed her, his eyes watching her movements carefully. He's getting the impression that she was more than she seemed and he didn't really want to let his guard down, as nice and true as her intentions might be.

"I'll keep that in mind if I meet him." He was prickly by nature and really had no interest in trying to get along with people. People can easily come and go.

"I'm not a good person." He leaned against the counter as he spoke, crossing his arms over his chest. "I won't do something just because it's right." Which was his way of saying that her worry and kindness was horribly misplaced. He didn't need it and he didn't want it. Kindness was just another word for pity or another way to make people feel better about himself. He didn't think it was all that great.

She glanced at him as she walked around Jack's desk, opening the lower righthand drawer. "In my experience, genuinely awful people don't say things like that," she said. "And believe me, I've had experience."

Abe went around murdering, just because there was no reason not to...

Diana would forever regret her entire association with Abe. Yet, she'd still saved his life, in the end. Even if she'd left him in the gutter where he belonged.

From Jack's secret stash, she pulled out a large bottle, half-full of whiskey. "Here we go," she said pleasantly, holding it out to him.

"Sure." He didn't sound convinced.

He knew someone who killed people for stupid reasons. There were always people like that and while he wasn't that fucking crazy, he cared more about protecting himself than anyone else. He's given up caring about people or at least that's what he tells himself.

"You got glasses or are we going to be depressing about drinking and pass the bottle around."

"Oh, it's all yours," she said, holding her hands up, palms out. "I'll buy Jack a new one. He'll never know it was gone."

He hasn't been so depressed lately. He probably hasn't even checked that drawer in a while.

Thank God for Martha.

She perched herself on the corner of the desk, crossing one leg over the other. It was a habit, she couldn't help it if she flashed a little leg. "My name is Diana," she said. "Diana Abel. As in 'Caine and dot, dot, dot...' I'm from Los Angeles." Although she'd been in Phoenix (or near Phoenix) when she got kidnapped by the City. "It was 2009 when I left."

Penny took the bottle and quickly loosened the top to take along swing. The burn down his throat was comforting as he anticipated the numbing that was sure to follow. He took about two long swings before he looked over at her.

His eyes glanced down her leg, moving over the curve of her hips before he met her gaze.

"Penny." It wasn't his real name but he liked it better. No one needed to know that his name was William. "So, Diana, what do you do for fun around here?" Since he was apparently stuck here it didn't hurt to ask.

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Penny? Interesting. I wonder where that came from. Maybe he's lucky. Oh, God, Diana, don't say that. It would sound so cheesy.

She shrugged. "There are a lot of things you can do, just kinda depends on what you're into, I guess." Diana made a vague gesture into the ether. "There are clubs and bars and brothels and karaoke. The area where Eliot lives has some nice coffee houses. I work at the local library, if you like that kind of thing."

Her mind flashed, momentarily, to a steam memory in the library when Joseph ripped the laces of her corset, so eager and so hot for her. It sent a little shiver of delight through her.

Yes. Libraries turned Diana on. Big time.

"I have a friend who likes to go flying on a broom. No joke."

Penny watched her, his eyebrow arching curiously. That was something interesting that he probably didn't need to know. She hadn't caught on that he could read her thoughts so maybe it was best if he didn't tell her.

He disliked the complications that came with reading peoples thoughts. He couldn't control it and it was more annoying than anything else. The alcohol helped some, the patch helped some but nothing made it completely quiet in his head.

"Are they a wizard?" His tone was dry and a little sarcastic. After all the shit with Fillory he'd believe anything no. "And my question was what do you do for fun around here. Not what is there to do."

Her lips parted, about to admit that yes, 'wizard' was Draco's preferred term. But he caught her a little off guard. The whole 'what do you do for fun?' thing was usually the precursor to flirting, at least in her experience. But he didn't seem all that interested in her.

If anything, he thinks I'm probably a waste of his time. I guess I am. Whiskey isn't exactly helping.

She shrugged. "I like going out dancing," she said. "Not the rave type, exactly. But I like a good beat and a good song. Sometimes Eliot and I do karaoke."

Wait. Back up, Diana.

"How is it that you know him, exactly?"

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