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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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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?"

Penny watched her with a stoic expression. It's just how he was, he didn't let on what was going on inside of his head.

He didn't know how to dance and he didn't sing.

He took another sip of the whiskey allowing silence to fill the space between them. He was thinking and eventually he came to a decision; for better or for worse. "Brakebills College Grad program."

At once, her jewel-bright eyes lit up with recognition. "Oh!" she said, feeling a surprising rush of relief. "So you're a magician?"

It explained so much. Including why he would have anything to do with Eliot, especially after referring to him as 'sissy.'

Wait, is that the right word? Is it wizard? No. Wizard is Draco's world. I'm pretty sure it's magician. Well, he'll probably correct me if I'm wrong. He probably gets kicks out of man-splaining.

Aloud, she continued. "Eliot's told me all about that school of yours. It sounds super intense."

"It can be."

He took another sip of from the bottle. Yes the school was intense but most of the people there were able to put up mental barriers. It made it a little more bearable then walking around on the streets.

"What all has he told you?" Penny didn't really like talking about himself and he had no idea what shit Eliot has been spouting.

Diana shrugged. "All sorts of stuff. He told me about his friend Margo. And that the kids there have specialties..."

...that an angry murder-moth monster is after him...

"...and about some really crazy spells he's tried." She smiled. "I'm not a magician, but in the City, we kinda have this...hiatus. On most kinds of secrecy and stuff. I mean, not to get cliched, but it's totes a melting pot here. Magicians and wizards and aliens and vampires and all kinds of other strange creatures. It takes some getting used to, but I think life is sometimes easier without secrets."

It means you can have real friends. It means you don't have to lie to survive.

Diana was a horrible liar to begin with. And even if she'd been good at it, she wouldn't have wanted to. Lying felt...well, dishonest. You couldn't build any real kind of relationship on lies. Not and have it mean something.

Penny didn't really want to think about the moth monster. That bastard was one of the voices inside his head. It'd run clearly since he was a kid and it was a voice he thought was his friend. He'd be wrong about jade too.

"Yeah, all that shit sounds about right." He didn't like having friends. It didn't matter that they were all trapped here or fucked up in some way. Those he trusted and got close to always turned away from him. He'll work with others but otherwise he'd rather leave a distance between him and everyone else.

Penny took another swing from the bottle before tapping the bandage at the base of his neck. "This disconnects some of my magic. It isn't permanent." Since it was a bunch of needles digging into his neck. "If you know anyone that can do something similar that'd be helpful." He didn't really want to mention what the patch did. He didn't want to think about the moth monster. Yes it wanted to kill all of them but he wanted to make Penny kill himself. So that there weren't any travelers left. If Eliot wanted to get away, he probably could. Penny didn't think he'd ever be safe as long as that monster was out there he'd want Penny dead.

She frowned thoughtfully, looking at the patch and trying hard to ignore the intoxicating scent of blood.

If I knew anything that could cut off power, I would have used it on myself years ago...

"Ouija magic isn't really may area of expertise," she said out loud. "But my friend Draco might be able to help you. He went to a sorcery school too. In the UK, I guess. Or, if you're looking for a more science-y solution, my friend the Doctor works here in the fire house."

Diana gave him an apologetic shrug. "I wish I could offer more than that. But I'm a well-known idiot. Just ask anyone, they'll tell you. Nothing but fluff between my ears." It was what she'd been told her whole life. So often that she really believed it was true.

It wasn’t exactly cutting of power but he wasn’t going to explain that to her because then he’d have to explain the fact that someone was screaming bloody murder inside his head to get him to kill himself. It wasn’t a happy conversation.

Penny took another swig of the bottle as the numb feeling began to spread to his limbs. It wasn’t the same as drugs but it was slowly doing the trick and taking the edge off. It didn’t block out thoughts like other drugs did but it did make them easier to ignore.

"You should give yourself more credit." It was annoying when people were down on themselves for no good reason. She might not be a genius but he didn’t think she was an idiot. People were good at different shit, that’s all there was too it.

That was sweet of him to say. I'm not sure I deserved it.

Diana gave him a small smile. "Get to know me long enough and you'll see." She held up her hand. "But just because I'm an idiot, that doesn't mean I'm not good company. I guess that's one of the nice things about being whooshed here. None of us are really supposed to be here, so we find ways to fit in with each other. And really, there are a lot of super interesting people here. As long as you're stuck, you should take the time to get to know them. You can learn about some wild new worlds."

Except that this place makes you forget. It's not fair, really.

She swung her legs, the heels of her go-go boots clacking against the leg of the desk. "I like to think of this place as a hiatus from life."

Penny's eyes follow her legs before he moved his gaze back to her face. She'd said a lot that he wanted to think about or at least sort out some in his head. He was used to traveling and honestly if he knew about more worlds he might be able to visit them but the idea of forgetting, that didn't sit well with him. He didn't want anyone else fucking with his mind.

He took another sip of the whiskey before placing the bottle down on the counter and crossing his arms.

"So tell me about your world then."

"My world?"

It sucks.

She shrugged. "I'd say something like, 'it's pretty normal.' But normal is a setting on a hair dryer. It's...similar to this place, I guess. Cities and cars and phones and all that stuff. Crawling with the supernatural, too. There's a kind of...night world. A supernatural underworld. Mages. Werewolves. Cainites. Changelings. All that stuff."

Diana gave him a slight smile. "No schools for any of it, as far as I can tell."

Other than the illegal school my sister runs for dhampir, of course.

Penny listened and drank. As the bottle emptied he looked around for a place to sit and decided to pick the most comfortable chair in the room; the couch. He leaned back and continued to watch her, his eyes moving over her a little more as he got himself drunk.

"Where ever there are people things suck," at least in his experience.

There were probably things like schools or at least teachers, parents, and so on. The supernatural world where she lived didn’t sound as picky as his. His abilities could get him killed but then there aren’t that many Travelers, maybe a handful in the world and the moth man had made sure that that precarious number shrank.

"What about you? What can you do?" He meant in the super natural sense. He wasn’t going to ask what she was because he rather liked that she was open enough to talk to him when he was willing to offer so little in return.

I hope he doesn't really mean that about people. That's gotta be the whiskey talking. People are amazing. How could anyone with a pulse fail to see that? They create and they change and they care and they fuck.

Diana had strong feelings when it came to people. But she'd also learned long ago to pick and choose her battles. Especially with people that deep into one of Jack's bottles.

Thank God she hadn't given him that weird space vodka.

The question, however, was a little awkward. "I can play guitar," she said. "And piano. I also speak Gaelic and French."

A small smirk tugged at his lips with the last two words of her thoughts. Okay, he'd give her that one but as amazing people were they were also horrible. They used each other, lied and destroyed.

It was very hard for Penny to have a good opinion about people when he went around hearing everything that a person didn't say. Diana was sweet but most of the world wasn't like that.

"Not exactly what I meant."

She sighed. "I kinda figured."

I hate this part of the conversation. It's always so much easier after, though. Assuming you actually get to the 'after' part.

Diana held up her hands, palms out. "Look, don't freak out, okay? I'm a nice person and I... I don't want you to get the wrong idea about me. Eliot knows all about this and he's cool with it, I swear. You can ask him. But...uh...yeah. So. I'm kinda a...vampire."

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I think you said there was a couch?

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