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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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Emma considered their situation. It was an emergency this time and she had no problem taking from the city that had stolen her.

"Good thought. Just a moment." She drew out her cellphone and called a cab company, humming a little. One fake name later she hung up and smiled at Adam. There was a nearby bar, so Emma motioned toward it. "Let's wait for the cab in there."

He had to wonder what she had in mind, but after a second - as she made the call with that fake name - it occurred to him that she could read minds. Which probably meant she could manipulate them too. He had an inkling of what she had in mind now.

Not that he was going to argue with it, if it got them out of the cold. Henrietta's weather hadn't prepared him for this, not in the slightest.

"Sure," he agreed, though he wasn't sure they'd let two teenagers in there. He could maybe lie through his teeth and tell them they were old enough, or else figure out some explanation that would get them feasibly hanging out. Maybe the barkeep wouldn't care. Either way, Adam led the way over to the bar, hurrying them towards it before grabbing and holding the door for her.

It pleased Emma that he worked so hard to open the door for her. She smiled at him, taking his hand once she was inside.

Nobody took any notice of them. It was pretty crowded for this time of day. New Year's Eve was a great time to be hiding in a bar, but not a great time to be needing a cab from said bar.

Emma slid up to the bartender, giving him a charming smile. She ordered a martini, then gestured for Adam to order as well. This was the City of Sin, surely they could get away with a little underage drinking.

Politeness, that was all there was to it. Besides, she looked like she was freezing; she deserved to head in first. She'd been out there longer than him anyway.

And it was true, there was enough people in the bar besides them that two new bodies didn't register to anyone at all, not even the bartenders, initially. He was fine with that, Adam decided as he slid onto a bar stool, exhaling softly as he tried to regain his bearings. This place gave him a bad vibe, but he'd have to scry when he got...somewhere else. No way was he doing it in the men's room of a dive bar.

She was gesturing to him, though, and Adam blinked, mentally rushing to catch up. "Water for me, thanks. Designated Driver," he offered immediately, Southern accent continuing to creep into his tone. She'd probably call him out on it; that was fine.

Emma saw no reason to call him out, but she did note that he was awkward about his accent. She smiled and crossed her legs, showing off copious (still chilled) thigh.

"You ought to be careful walking around this City. A handsome young man like yourself can get into all sorts of trouble on accident."

Always. He'd always be awkward about his accent.

"You think?" He offered a quiet chuckle, one brow quirking upwards as he thought about it, about back home. She had no idea. Or maybe she did, if she was reading his mind. "How do you suggest I avoid it?"

"Stick close to me. I've got a knack for finding trouble, but I'm also damn good at profiting from it. It's how I got to my illustrious position." It was said with a wry grin, because being a stripper was normally anything but illustrious.

"I can do so much for you," she said, leaning in so she could speak softer and get closer to him. Unfortunately she chose the wrong side and was whispering into his deaf ear.

He wasn't entirely sure why he'd been picked out by this girl, but he supposed that sticking by her wasn't the worst idea. If nothing else, she knew a thing or two about what was going on, and given that Adam thrived most when he knew that too, it only made sense. He wasn't going to get anywhere without information.

There was still the matter of clarifying what exactly she profited from and how, and after a moment, he asked exactly that: "What kind of trouble are we talking here?"

He was, of course, largely unaware that she'd said anything into his deaf ear, short of the fact that she'd leaned in to speak to him. Obviously, Adam didn't catch it, but he didn't need to let her know that. Not just yet.

He'd ignored her advance. That was unusual. Emma withdrew and studied him for a moment. He knew she was beautiful, he'd seen her all but naked. Was he gay? Maybe. Oh well.

"Let's just say my life has been exciting. Probably a little like yours, though I doubt we have the same exact experiences. You strike me as someone who knows what it's like to be different from your peers in a way they can't comprehend."

She's fishing now and she knows it, but he's a curious young man and she's interested in him.

Only partly. Also partly straight. That was the funny thing about being bisexual. Of course, it didn't help that he hadn't heard it; he might have responded otherwise.

Or maybe he'd have just looked at her. He wasn't totally sure what was even happening right now. It all sort of felt like a dream, actually.

"I doubt we do as well," Adam agreed carefully, tipping his head slightly to one side, then moved his good ear a little more forward, so he could perhaps hear her lower murmurs if she did so again. "But...yes, I guess you could say I'm different. Not for lack of trying, though," he added, perhaps a touch bitterly.

"If they can't comprehend it, part of that was because they never tried."

"They never do. They expect us to bend down to their level." Emma was equally bitter. "I want to understand you. I suspect you're worth the effort."

That was something she could be honest about. He had interesting powers and he hadn't freaked out when he learned what she could do. That alone made him a worthwhile target for her attention.

She put her hand on his knee. "I'd like to get to know you, Adam."

The faintest twitch of a smile came to his lips when she commiserated with him; she got it. That was nice. Of course, there was still the rest to trudge through, that whole attention thing that she was pinning on him that he doubted he could ignore for long. It made him wary, to be quite frank, but he'd see where it went.

"In what way?" He asked plainly, eyes dropping down to her hand. It wasn't like he was necessarily opposed, but he had other priorities right that moment. Like namely figuring out what the hell was going on.

"In the way nobody else has so far. I can't help but be curious about you. There are so few people close to my age who spark my interest." She tended to go for older men, men with power no matter how benign. Of course, Adam had power too, so maybe he wasn't so far off from her usual attraction.

Her hand remained where it was, but she didn't press any closer. It felt good to be in control, to be the aggressor. Too often recently she'd played the part of blushing virgin and the opportunity to change that narrative pleased her.

"I only just got here," he pointed out, voice dropping slightly. She didn't seem like the type to be easily dissuaded; arguing or fighting it probably wouldn't get him anywhere. So he flicked his gaze back up to her, curious as to where all of this could possibly go. He didn't know where he could get her that she couldn't get herself.

"Maybe I'll turn out to be crazy or something."

"For all you know I find that attractive," Emma countered with a smile. She withdrew her hand and chuckled a little. "Beside, you'd have to be crazy to like it here. Maybe you'll turn out to be the right kind of insane."

He couldn't help but smirk faintly at that, amused at the very idea of it. "Are the chances of that good, in your experience?"

"No. It's not good for people who have a future back home. Nobody likes to have to adapt to this much change." She sipped her martini and shrugged. "But it's hardly all bad here. There are opportunities that come with a clean social slate."

For half a moment, Adam stuck on that, wondering how much of a future he objectively had. He hoped, of course, for one worth having; he knew, logically, that there was always a chance. Especially with what was happened with Cabeswater in the bathroom.

But he couldn't start losing himself this early in.

"True enough. There's no one with expectations of what you are or should do. You can do whatever you want." He liked that, in truth.

"Almost," Emma said, her tone becoming a little less amused and sultry. Instead she sounded annoyed. "You can't be a teacher here. Not a real one. There aren't any schools. I've had to give my future here a bit of thought. I wasn't here long enough to decide what I needed to do."

She hoped to run into mutants who needed training. Perhaps Adam would be one of them. That hope was the main reason she hadn't read his mind yet.

He blinked, studying her curiously for a second; after that second, a frown marred his brow, a tiny line resuming its place there between each of them. "So what are you thinking you're going to do?"

He probably did need a bit of training, to be quite frank. She wasn't entirely wrong. He just wasn't a mutant.

Emma had two options. Play it cool and risk losing his interest, or be real and be vulnerable.

She hated to be vulnerable, but it played well with men. "I don't know." She put her head in her hand. "I'm going to train people with abilities like yours, hopefully."

Edited 2017-04-24 23:46 (UTC)

The 'real' part was more what he was interested in, not the 'vulnerable'. He could do without vulnerabilities, himself. They didn't help much.

"...yeah? Like mine?"

Emma was trying hard to purge herself of all vulnerability. It was a work in progress.

"Yeah." Emma nodded and finished her martini. "You didn't look like you were in control, to be honest. You could be so much more than you are, darling. I have a desire to bring out the best in people.

Wasn't it always? One day, they'd both get what they wanted.

"What are you thinking you're going to be able to do with me?" He asked. He had to. It wasn't like he was opposed to having a teacher, after all; it was just that his was dead. Persephone hadn't been with him nearly long enough, and now she was gone, and he had no idea what he was doing most of the time. He just gave himself up to it all.

Emma smirked. "Nothing tonight. But once we're settled I'd love to learn a little more about your abilities and what you need help doing in order to control them." She had no idea how to help, but she was certain she could.

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