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

[asthedrivensnow]

She knows. But he was - is? - her friend, and she'd still have invited him. If he wants to know, she'll tell him the basics, and that she's happy.

"He's still educating the masses through poetry," she replies, head tilting. "So he's not doing too badly."

His smile draws forth her own, and she gestures an invitation to sit back down on the grass. Her skirt is charmed against dirt and stains, so she won't mind sitting with him under the tree.

"I can't help it. You're terrible at looking after yourself."

[golden_lyre]

"I do just fine," he argues, half-hearted. He's certainly better nourished for her efforts.

Dropping easily back to the grass, he makes himself comfortable. "And it's been a year since the City...imploded?"

[asthedrivensnow]

"Then you're sweet to indulge me," is her wry response as she settles elegantly on the grass beside him.

The brown paper bag is opened, and she unwraps a huge chicken and salad sandwich cut into two triangles, offering it to him.

"Mm-hmm. We were still in the old City last February, then there was an unexplainable event and we woke here on January first, last year." She frowns. "It feels significantly longer."

[golden_lyre]

He takes the sandwich and has a thoughtful bite, chewing slowly as he listens.

When she finishes he waves a hand not-quite not-dismissively. "Time. It's...not worth counting on."

For him, after all, it feels like a day.

"What have you been up to, then? In that year."

[asthedrivensnow]

She's starting to hate time, really. It's robbed her of things she wants and things she's yet to have.

"Well," she begins in answer, once her bite of sandwich is swallowed. "I... was the first of the Chosen - that's what they call us, here - to die."

Nasty piece of business, that was.

"Murder by slow poisoning," she adds, then takes another neat bite.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus arched an eyebrow, his concern muted mostly by the fact that she was here and talking to him and clearly not dead. Not even undead.

"That's one I've not tried," he admitted. "I can't imagine it was pleasant."

He leans toward her just a bit, shoulder touching hers, providing warmth, at least, and as much support as she might wish.

[asthedrivensnow]

She'll take that lean and all it stands for, thank you.

"Not particularly, no," she agrees. "There's a drug here called Lust. It's wonderful, until it melts your insides. No one knew I'd return, so I had the added trauma of waking in a morgue."

And all that entails. She has a very specific set of scars on her head and torso, now.

"But I also married Aramis."

And there's her smile.

[golden_lyre]

"Lust, hm? Appropriate."

And intriguing, though he doesn't say that out loud. New city, new vices.

At her smile, he grins, though, brightly. "Congratulations. I hope your Frenchman knows how lucky he is."

[asthedrivensnow]

"In small doses," she shrugs. She'd enjoyed the bits of powdered happiness at the time. "But I'm not joking. My organs liquified."

But subject change!

He gets a bright smile.

"I think he does, and it's lovely of you to say so." Another tiny bite. "I hope, if you stay a while, that you'd come visit on occasion."

[golden_lyre]

Liquifying organs would be new for him as well. And that's intriguing for entirely different reasons.

"I would be honored to be your guest, Madame..." He laughs, considering. "Did you take his name?"

[asthedrivensnow]

To be honest, it's a lovely drug when first used. But then the flu-like symptoms become body shutting down symptoms, and then coma and death. If he wants to try it, to that point? She'll be disappointed. But she'll understand the draw of it to start with.

"...d'Aramis," she provides, with a soft smile that lights her eyes. "I did. It seems odd to me not to do so, and I know I'm nearly half a century behind most everyone else here, but it's simply how I am."

[golden_lyre]

"Madam d'Aramis," he says with a grin, then he shrugs. "I can't keep track of the customs anymore. People used to just take whoever's name was most advantageous."

[asthedrivensnow]

"Some old families follow matrilineal naming customs if there are no cadet branch males to carry a name," Narcissa nods. "But I'm one of three daughters of a younger son, and I have male cousins from his elder brother. I'm not expected to keep Black."

Not that it matters, here. She took René's name because she wanted to.

And for all that she holds no real fondness for Draco's father at the point she left, she'll still do her duty. She's been told she grows to love him, and that's enough for now.

"And I think he likes that I took his name."

[golden_lyre]

"No doubt he does," Orpheus agrees. "You'll hear no judgment from me."

There were no names to take when he was to be married. And he's more than a little old-fashioned.

[asthedrivensnow]

"One of many reasons I like you," she grins, and has another bite of sandwich. She's old-fashioned, too, compared to most here - though he has a significantly older portion of it.

"In all seriousness, I'm glad to see you," she adds. "This place is... this place, I suppose, but it's good to have you here."