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

[postponing_death]

[David takes in a slow breath and lets it out just as slowly. He smiles.]

Ta.

You as well. I...you look good.

[offnote]

[That makes him smile in a relieved sort of way.]

Should we see how good we look in person?

[postponing_death]

I'd like that.

Yours or mine?

[offnote]

Yours. Erik set you up with a place right? He said you were in the Financial District but if I remember correctly you were assigned to Leisurebrook. Unless that changed?

[postponing_death]

No, I was. Erik swept in, as usual, to look after me.

[offnote]

Has anyone tried telling him you're an adult now? [At least he seems like one. And Blaine is too. He seems more amused by that than anything.]

Send me the address and I'll be there after I... uh... make sure my hair isn't too crazy. [How weird that he suddenly cares about that again.]

[postponing_death]

I have, but that does no good, as I'm sure you know.

[He gives Blaine the address, rushed and a little breathless.] Don't you dare slather gel on.

[offnote]

[He chuckles a bit despite himself.] I don't have any on me so I couldn't even if I wanted to.

I'll be there in a bit. I -- [I love you. The words are there, on his lips, but he can't exactly get them out right now.]

I'll see you soon.

[postponing_death]

[There is so much David wants to say and doesn't.]

Yes. See you.

[He's just going to be obsessively tidying his flat in the meantime. Also, making tea because...tea.]

[offnote]

[Blaine fusses a bit with his appearance but ultimately doesn't want to wait too long.

When he arrives he has a guitar case strapped to his back. He mostly seems overwhelmed by how nice this place is. Erik really did set David up.

Not that he's even a little bit surprised by that.

He knocks politely and tells his feet to stay where they are even when they consider running.]

[postponing_death]

[David doesn't answer right away, only because he has to take a moment to breathe, to check his pounding heart, and to decide not to take his anti-anxiety meds just now. No reason. He can do this.

When he does answer, he greets Blaine with an exhaled] Blaine...

[offnote]

[Blaine's hand is hooked in the strap of his guitar case, like he's clinging to that to stop himself from reaching out and chasing the image in front of him away.]

You're real. [He says it dumbly, as if he can't really comprehend what his eyes are seeing.]

[postponing_death]

[David has nothing as sturdy as a guitar strap to keep him in check, and his hand stutters in Blaine's direction before pulling back, thumb hooked into his pocket.]

I'm...real, yes.

[So much he wants to ask, so many worries he already has, just based on what Blaine has said so far. But not in the hallway.]

I'm sorry. Come in. Please? [As though he's also worried Blaine will just bolt. Or disappear entirely. He steps back to let Blaine inside.]

[offnote]

[Blaine steps in and looks around. He whistles a bit.]

It pays to have a friend like Erik doesn't it? [He's teasing a bit now, amused by the idea of David living in a flat like this.]

[postponing_death]

[David still hasn't quite got used to the place himself.]

He's been very good to me. [He smiles a bit at the teasing, but he still holds himself back a little.]

Er...can I take your coat? Would you like some tea?

[offnote]

It's nice to know that some things stay the same. [Erik had always been protective of David. It means some things here make sense.]

[After a moment he slowly moves to set aside the guitar and then unzips his coat. He's still not wearing bright colors under, just a plain gray sweater and jeans. They're nice clothes, but they lack the character he had before.]

Tea sounds great.

[postponing_death]

[David can't quite stop his gaze from lingering as Blaine takes off his coat, as though he's trying to drink in every inch of him, sear it into his memory.]

Sugar, yes? No milk?

[He moves toward the kitchen where he already has tea waiting. It gives him something to do other than stare longingly.]

[offnote]

[For some reason the fact that David remembers how he takes his tea makes him feel like his gut is being twisted up. He nods to let David know he's right and stays where he is for a moment.

Then, without letting himself second guess it, he moves to follow David into the kitchen and closes the distance between them. While David is making the tea for them both he finds Blaine's arm wrapped around his body, holding onto him across his stomach.]

[postponing_death]

[The spoon he was using to measure out sugar clatters into the cup, not because he's startled because he can't control his fingers when he feels Blaine's arm. He sucks in a breath, letting his eyes close as he leans back a little, just to feel Blaine's chest against his back.]

I'm here. I'm really here.

[offnote]

[Blaine hums softly and presses closer. He ends up resting his head against David's shoulder and stands like that for a bit. For a while he just breathes in David's scent and feels the warmth of his body against him.]

You are. [He agrees after a moment.]

[postponing_death]

[Eventually, David lets the fingers of his left hand rest on Blaine's forearm while he finishes doctoring their tea. He doesn't yet trust himself to turn around.]

And so are you.

[offnote]

Hm. [The noise is a bit of an agreement but also just another hum.]

If we stay like this it will be difficult to drink tea. [He doesn't move though.]

[postponing_death]

It will.

[He doesn't move either, afraid that it will break...something. Eventually both hands are curled around Blaine's forearm.]

[offnote]

[Blaine doesn't move except to press his face a bit more against David and breathe him in.]

Everyone kept trying to convince me you weren't real, that it was silly of me to be hung up on someone I imagined. I even went looking for you. I went to England but there was no Cutler's Grammar School in Sheffield. It never existed in that reality. When I wouldn't let it go, they took me to doctors who told me I was crazy and started to medicate me. I stopped talking about it but everything there felt so fake and...

[He stops, takes a breath, he isn't sure why he just dumped that all on David. He suddenly feels very exposed.] Never-

Nevermind. [He moves as if he's going to pull away]

[postponing_death]

[David does turn then, keeping a hand on Blaine's arm so he doesn't go to far. His other hand comes up to touch Blaine's cheek.]

You remembered.

[It's not a question. He'd gathered as much from Blaine's network post. It's still...heartbreaking.]