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!

Comments

[mumshere]

Fresh off his conversation with Draco Malfoy-Xavier, Newt was far less panicked. Well -- at least his panic was far less immediate. He was gradually setting into a comfortable, long-term panic, readying himself for whatever trouble this city planned on bringing him. And -- yes, considering how he might learn more about the city and whether time really did stop outside of it. If he could confirm it, then maybe he could stop worrying about his creatures.

A voice pulled him out of his thoughts, but it still took him a moment to respond.

"Me?" Yes, she was looking at him, and there was nobody else around, so. Probably him. "Not quite. I mean -- that is to say -- just getting acquainted."

[diana_abel]

Diana gave him a pinball machine smile. "You are new," she said. "I thought so."

She trotted right up to him, stopping just shy of being intrusive. Her guitar thumped softly against the small of her back in time with her steps.

Where ever Diana went, she made some kind of music or another.

"We don't really have a welcome wagon around here," she said. "But I think I'm the next best thing. Hi. Diana. Diana Abel. A-B-E-L. As in 'Caine and dot, dot, dot...'" She offered him a well-manicured hand. "I'd say 'welcome to the City' but that's not the right way to say it."

[mumshere]

Caine and...? He didn't really understand the reference, but he nodded anyway. It was only polite.

"Newt Scamander." His own hand was strangely rough. Not heavily calloused, but scarred in numerous odd places. His grip started out hesitant before he gave her hand a couple of solid shakes.

And her welcome was... appreciated, he supposed, but he didn't know where to take the conversation from here. Part of there being no convention for this sort of situation, probably. His eyes raised to the case on her back.

"You're a musician?" Small talk. When in doubt.

[diana_abel]

Newt? Now there was a name with character. Although she sort of thought it suited him. There was something skittishly lizard-like about him. Of course, that could just as equally be a product of being new and all. Time would tell. The City--any multiverse, really--had a way of changing a person. Sometimes for the better. Sometimes...not so much.

Her handshake was timid. She'd been well-trained not to squeeze someone's hand too hard, lest a hunter recognize a hand without a pulse. The scars were interesting, but it wasn't right to stare.

"Sometimes," she said, giving her guitar a little nudge with her elbow. "Mostly, I work at the library here."

[mumshere]

"The library," he echoed, with a hesitant, crooked smile. "Lovely. And are you, um..." It was possible he was about to be impertinent here, but often, when Newt found himself with nothing to say, he wound up going with the first thing out of his brain. "...Native?"

[diana_abel]

"No," Diana said, smiling mildly as she clasped her hands behind her back. "I'm one of the unexpected immigrants. Arrived a few months ago."

She tried to give him what she hoped passed for a hopeful smile. "It's really not so bad here. After you get over the initial shock of finding yourself somewhere you didn't plan to be. Lots of interesting people to meet. And pretty groovy architecture."