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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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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."

Penny watched her with a raised eyebrow. After she answered he took another swig of the bottle, which was now almost empty.

"Okay." It wasn't something Penny had familiarity with but it wasn't something he saw as a bad thing. It was just how she was. She didn't strike him as the sort of person who'd kill someone and she wasn't fucking crazy. Just annoying which sadly wasn't a crime.

"Given what Eliot's told you I figured you two talk a lot."

That it? He's not freaking out? Not asking questions? Not pulling out the Anne Rice? God, he must be drunker than I thought...

"Uh, yeah," she said, the confusion and surprise evident on her face. "He had to have at least one friend without benefits in the City. Which is apparently me." And just as well for both of them. Diana was terrible when it came to the whole 'friends with benefits' thing.

She was a hopeless romantic that way. Emphasis on hopeless.

"Vampire doesn't meant scary. I've seen some scary shit." Humans can be just as terrifying as the supernatural.

Penny shook his head at her. "I'm not that drunk." Except he was getting there and was totally okay with that. "I just got a feeling for you because you have no shields on your thoughts." It's annoying. "You should learn to hide your thoughts." It was advice for both of them. She thought a lot.

"That sounds like Eliot." Penny didn't have much respect for the guy and that might show in his tone. "I honestly don't associate with him much." Only when he had too.

"Drunk? I never said..."

Her eyes widened to the point where the whites could be seen all the way around. She touched her fingertips to her temple. Her thoughts.

So that's how he knew. Oh God. Don't think about anything embarrassing, Diana. Don't think about the showtunes. Or the fact that you live in a closet. Or sex. Don't think about sex. Sex, sex, sex... Merde!

"I'm sorry," she said, immediately overflowing with babble. "I didn't realize that I was thinking so loud. I'm not used to being around true telepaths. Honestly, I didn't know. If you could tell me how to shut it out, I'll try to do it. Really. I don't want to overwhelm you."

Seeing her realize what he was saying was entertaining. It wasn't something he offended shared and he'd later admit that the liquor helped. "Just don't go around telling anyone." He rolled his shoulders in a shrug.

"Don't be sorry and seriously, think about sex instead of showtunes." He'd rather listen to her think about sex. Sex was great, showtunes where not.

Penny shook his head. "Everyone thinks loudly. I can't block it out. The patch helps some but it'll start to hurt me." It mostly helped with the screaming in his head but it wasn't meant to be a permanent solution. "That's why I have this." He held up the now mostly empty bottle of whiskey. He finished it offer after a few moment and placed it on the floor.

He might be more drunk than he realized. "So if you got anything else to take the edge off. I think I need it."

She smiled slightly, sheepishly. As much as Diana could be sheepish. She was usually pretty shameless. "I'll do my best," she said. "But I gotta tell you, that whole idea of a song getting stuck in someone's head? I'm pretty sure I invented that."

Along with half of the good showtunes out there.

Man, that's a case of the cure being worse than the disease. It must be really hard on him, to resort to stabbing himself in the neck. Poor guy...

"And I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but Jack has this crazy-ass vodka that might help? It's space vodka. Not entirely sure what it would do to you."

A pause.

"Oh, yeah. Jack is from outer space."

Penny moved his pointer finger as he spoke. "I sort of connected those dots." He felt better now. He could only really hear her thoughts which, at the moment, weren't showtunes and he was happy for that small fact. He wasn't about to continue the topic of showtunes.

"I can try it. I feel better now." She worried to much. It was annoying and reminded him a little of Alice, just without the brainy side.

"I'll see if I can find it," she said, sliding off of the corner of the desk and walking around, to start rifling through the drawers.

I wonder if there's someone in the City who could do something for him. There's gotta be. Between Draco and the Doctor and Glinda, there are a lot of smart cookies here. Oh, maybe Erik knows something! His BFF was a telepath, right? Yeah. Maybe I'll skip Draco. Might bring up some bad feelings...

She was already unconsciously humming Defying Gravity. Under some sort of false assumption that if she was singing, she wouldn't be thinking.

But, of course, she couldn't stop thinking.

"Are you seriously singing that song?"

If he hung around her to much he feared he might learn all the words. Penny did not want that.

"I'll talk to people so don't worry about it." He really hated people worrying about him.

"Sorry!" she chirped, immediately trying to stop herself. Which, of course, meant the lyrics continued to turn over in her head. "I guess I might be dangerous around you. Music is kind of my business. I used to have a radio show. And I've been writing songs since the 1920s."

She'd given many a performance in those days too. In speakeasys, wearing scandalously little clothing that showed off her very, very nice legs. A part of her missed those days. The excitement, the energy, the class.

But all things considered, she preferred air conditioning.

In the third drawer, she found a bottle of bright pink vodka.

I can't give him this. Vitae's more addictive than crack. I don't need to give him new problems. He has enough.

She put it back and continued to paw through Jack's things.

Penny rolled his shoulders in a shrug before leaning back against the couch. It was comfortable but he felt the patch biting into his neck. He hated forgetting that it was there, more so when he accidentally hit it.

"I guess I'll just have to get used to it." He'd ask Eliot to teach her to guard her thoughts. He wasn't really all that patient with that shit and he was planning to see her again. She knew enough that he never had to fill in the blanks. It was nice not having to explain yourself.

"What's Vitae?"

Merde.

She looked up at him, appropriately abashed in the moment. "Vitae is vampire blood," she said. "Jack always keeps some of it on hand, distilled in vodka for emergency situations."

That God no one's had to use it yet. I'm not sure I can handle someone being addicted to me again. It gets so ugly.

"It has some healing properties that can be useful in a pinch. But a whole lot of nasty side effects."

"Emergency situations?"

This was one of those moments where her thoughts only confused him more. That or it was because he'd drank half a bottle of whiskey. It was difficult to tell. His thoughts were still in order but his body felt sluggish.

He liked it this way.

"The City really isn't safe," she said. "Sometimes, a mugging is the least of your problems on the streets. There are...creatures. Out there. And I don't mean residents who are werewolves or aliens. I mean...real monsters. That'll hurt you just because you make good hunting."

And there was that one time when the murder-moth monster showed up at Eliot's party. Don't think about that, don't...merde. You're thinking about it. Stop it, Diana.

But the scene played out in her mind all the same. The Halloween party. Hanging with Jack and Eliot and the others. The party being abruptly broken up when the man made of moths attacked them.

He'd cut Diana's throat. She'd blacked out after that.

Penny was quickly on his feet. "Fuck that bastard can get here?" He knew that the monster would do anything to make sure that he was dead. It was why he had the patch on his fucking neck. If he can show up here then Penny was a bird in a cage, just waiting to be killed.

"How did you survive? Or Eliot." Yes, they were going to kill him but they had plans to find this dagger and shit. They didn't have the strength alone.

Stupid, Diana. Stupid.

She hurried around the desk, going to put her hands on his arms. Touch was an intimate thing. And Diana herself often required it, when she was getting worked up. It calmed her. It grounded her. It reminded her that she was connected the world, to the people in it.

Penny might not respond as well, but she wasn't afraid of him.

"Eliot thinks it was an illusion. An image of him, drawn from his memories. Part of a spell that was affecting the City at large. We were able to take it down, whatever it was. And it hasn't been back."

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