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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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"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."

Penny stopped when her hands touched him. Not because he couldn't try and push through her, couldn't try and travel somewhere new but because he knew that it was pointless. Wherever he can go, so can that monster.

He was already inside Penny's head. He felt his skin crawl and despite her words his panic rose. "So he's still out there." His voice was hushed. "You don't understand Diana." His voice lowered and became more serious. "Eliot could leave, he was never that bastards target. I am and he'll keep trying to kill me." He didn't sound drunk except that the alcohol was thick on his breath.

There had to be a way out of here.

She looked up at him, a thousand different questions ready to be posed. But above all else, she needed to know who she was dealing with at the moment. Exactly what kind of person had she picked up?

Or, more appropriately, whose problems had she just signed on to deal with? Because that was Diana's way. She fixed other problems because she couldn't fix herself.

"What does he want with you?" she asked.

Maybe he's a demon? I think I still remember how to draw a devil's trap. That might be help...

"I'm not a fucking demon." What was with this girl? Why the hell would he mind jump to that? Penny remained tense but didn't move. He could show her but he honestly didn't feel like it.

"I'm a Traveler okay? I can go wherever I want and he wants to control all the in's and out's to Fillory. As long as I can get there he'll want me dead." He thought about running but Penny has found that the monster can reach him anywhere.

It was still quite startling to have someone just pull thoughts out of her head like that. Diana wondered how easy it would be to forget about something like that.

Mind-reading must be murder on relationships...

"I didn't think you were a demon," she said mildly. "But murder-moth man could be. I know that demons come after people sometimes but..."

She shook her head.

Not important, Diana.

"Killing you here wouldn't do him any good," she said with a sigh. "What you need to understand is that while you-you might be here right now, you're also back home. It's like...like life is on pause while you're here. So murder-moth man is going to go for that other you, not you-you."

Way to sound like a crazy person, Abel...

It wasn't that he was pull, it wasn't that intentional. She had no shields and his brain automatically heard what was being thought. It was like he was working with an additional frequency in his head.

"It is." His tone was curt. "It's why I stay away from everyone."

She wasn't doing anything so he moved, pushing just enough to step past her but not trying to hurt her. He was done with this and he's decided that he's leaving.

Diana was no physical force, to be certain. She was flexible and quick, but not terribly strong. In fact, at times she was downright delicate.

Needless to say, she was no match for Penny, so she didn't put up a fight. But she did turn to look after him.

"I can keep you safe," she said. "He can't hurt me. He tried and he failed. And you're much safer with someone than alone."

And even if that weren't true, who'd really ever want to die alone?

Penny paused and looked back at her. She didn't realize it but if he really wanted to leave it'd be easy. He just had to picture himself anywhere else and he'd end up back in that god forsaken room. He hated that room.

"How? What can you do?"

His eyes looked at her sharply.

"A place to hide," she said, her mind reeling through every enchantment and sigil she'd seen in Bete Noire. Maybe her failed relationship with Sam hadn't been completely useless. All the things he'd taught her, all his paranoia and fear, were still in there. She could line a door with salt. She could draw a devil's trap.

And she was friends with the Doctor.

"Between me and my friends, we can make sure that you're not found, if you don't want to be. And if you are..."

I'm not as useless in a fight as I look. You can't say that, Diana. You'll sound like you're threatening him.

"You'll hide me? Here?"

He gestured around them. He continued to hear her thoughts but he was done commenting on them.

"If you wanted," she said. "Jack's been hiding me here for months, since I arrived in the City."

But, of course, there were plenty more options.

Where is this urgency coming from? She couldn't help but ask herself. Of course, she already knew the answer. If you can save him, then maybe you still have a purpose in life. And there's still hope. However small. There's hope.

And, of course, anyone who was even remotely friendly with Eliot was a friend...

Penny pinched his nose. "Fine but I need more to drink and for a point of clarification." He's tired of her thinking this.

"Eliot and I aren't friends. We have the same enemy and go to the same school. No other connection." He really didn't respect Eliot and the guys life choices. Yes, they had a similar drug problem but in Penny's eyes, Eliot could do a lot more than he does. He only got pulled into this because he was bored, or at least, that's what Penny believes.

"Okay," Diana said softly. "If it's that important to you, I won't call him your friend."

Gotta remember to try not to think that way.

But I've never seen someone so resistant to having friends before. And I'm thinking about it. Stop thinking about it, Abel.

"But please," she continued. "Let me try to help."

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