Test Drive 012

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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!
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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. Network: There's a network device in your pocket - or at least a familiar object that seems to work in mysterious ways. Perhaps you can take to that and ask for a bit of help? Or maybe you'd prefer to have a little fun with all of this. Surely someone will reply. 08. Wild Card:Choose your own adventure in the game's setting!

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Natasha Romanoff | MCU + Throne of Shadows CRAU

[iwasrussian]

01 - Arrival

Natasha Romanoff had been through her fair share of odd and jarring experiences though most of them happened in her world. It's only after arriving in the City of Sin that she realises this isn't her first time world jumping. While memories of a flying ship destined for god knows where come back, the once assassin turned hero comes to learn that it's all happening again.

Only somewhere else. At least, so it seems.

To adapt - or pretend to - comes easily enough as she walks down the streets to learn everything she can about her new surroundings. She's already gone through her phone, seen familiar names; ones that give her pause and others that bring a silent sigh of relief.

Natasha would reach out soon enough, or they may spot her first with one of the many masks that let her blend in.


Wild Card

[Got something else in mind? Hit me! :)]

Re: Natasha Romanoff | MCU + Throne of Shadows CRAU

[burningdream]

Ronan was lost. Being lost engendered various reactions in the typical individual; fear, anxiety, despair, but for Ronan, it only made him angry. He never felt like he was in control on the best of days, so to be stranded on an unknown street, in a foreign city, with no knowledge of how or why he'd gotten there was beginning to irk him to say the least.

Anybody with basic life skills might have actually taken the time to examine the phone smashing around in his pocket, but he hated phones almost as much as he hated being lost. With little left on his roster of options, he reached out and tapped the arm of a random passerby.

"Excuse me," he said, efforting to bite back his impatience. "Where the hell is this place?'

Whoa. This woman was anything but sympathetic looking, but at least she seemed to mean business.

"Nice jacket," Ronan added, as an afterthought.

[katerrifically]

That morning saw Kate pulling out a chalkboard sandwich sign to sit in front of her bakery, Flour Power. There was a brand new flavor. It was going to go on the menu after the first few trial runs. How often it was on the menu depended upon how it was received.

What was the new flavor?

Approaching V-Day got you down? Can't get away to Margaritaville? Try the Salty MF'er! It'll help you hang on!

The script, done in white chalk, was excessively feminine. At the bottom of the board was a little cupcake. It was colored in with a green lime wedge topping the frosting. It's five o'clock somewhere, right?

Ronan Lynch, the Raven Cycle

[burningdream]

Ronan's head was spinning.

The street in which he was walking... or, stumbling might be a more apt description, was busier than a parent-teacher open house at Aglionby Academy. The crowd, however, was a far cry from the upper class, ironed and pressed, priggish rabble he had begrudgingly grown accustomed to. The crowd was, really, anything but one thing at all.

'I might just fit in here,' he thought absurdly, lurching around a woman with a scuffed hat and unnervingly amber eyes. He might have checked himself one moment later to reflect on the fact that he had no idea where 'here' was, or who these strange humans... people? creatures? were.

Of course, any oversight on his part might have had something to do with his having just been savagely mugged in an alleyway by three scrawny pickpockets he'd mistaken for fellow students. He'd fended them off after weathering several strong kicks to the stomach, and had escaped into the crowd where he hoped they wouldn't follow. He was no stranger to a good brawl, but he wasn't used to being taken off guard. Usually people knew to keep their distance.

"Urgh," he grunted aloud, collapsing against a crumbling retaining wall. A line of shops stretched into seeming eternity, to the base of a towering shopping center. "Where the hell am I?"

[parrishing]

He was, in fact, in a district that just so happened to be between one of Adam's jobs and his apartment, a sparkling image of wealth that Adam both detested and appreciated simultaneously. It was an incredible contradiction: he'd finally gotten what he wanted, but without working for it; the victory was empty. He mostly tried not to think about it.

Instead, as he walked, a scarf loosely knotted around his neck to keep the chill off, Adam thought of the faint, indecipherable whispers heard in his deaf ear. Whispers that begged to be answered, to be heeded somehow. He longed to tell them off, or at least to point out that he didn't speak whatever language they did. They were wasting everyone's time.

Such thoughts kept him distracted, all but ignoring Ronan's form against the wall until he had actually approached close enough to note, from the corner of his eye, the stark resemblance to his friend. Same shaved head, same harsh manner, same-

Face. His eyes flicked sideways, and Adam slowed in his progression, pausing a few metres down the street so he could get a proper look at him. His eyes still couldn't be trusted, he thought. There was no way Ronan was actually here.

But he'd give it a shot, risking potential mortification, speaking up with slow, careful tones: "Ronan?"

[futurephoenix]

[ooc: just a heads up, quentin has the same playby as adam, which should be nice and confusing for poor ronan]

"Creatures? Who the fuck are you calling a creature?" No, Ronan hadn't accidentally said that out loud, Quentin had telepathically 'overheard' the thought. And then he sees how beat up and lost the guy looks, which makes him raise an eyebrow.

"Shit... Are you going to live, or should I call an ambulance?" He really couldn't tell how badly the guy was hurt.

[imaginationswoes]

"It's called City of Sin." Airy's voice was clear, melodic and light as it rang through the space between them. She was standing a few yards away with a cup of coffee held protectively in her palms. Her long chestnut hair was pulled back and braided on one side while the opposite side was free to fall in loose waves to her shoulder.

She was a short thing, a few inches over five feet, but had the confidence of someone twice her size.

"You don't look to go." She bit her lower lip, "I mean you look good... except for the bruises." She paused glancing around them momentarily, as if looking for whatever beat him up. "I have an in at the hospital if you want to stop in. They're pretty good at not asking a lot of questions." Considering airy had shown up after a wolf attack.

[oiseau_ou_cage]

Elizabeth was in the crowd as well. She wasn't skinny, but she was picking pockets. Or trying to, anyway. It wasn't as easy as she'd read in books.

She spotted Ronan and stopped, blinking at him with large blue eyes. "Oh my God, are you okay?" She left off with her illegal pursuits and made her way toward him, dodging through the crowd without touching anyone. "Here, I have some medicine for that cut."

Steve Rogers |MCU + COS CRAU

[waypastasking]

[01- Arrival]

When Steve opened his eyes, he expected to be looking out his bedroom window in Wakanda where he had been lying low since leaving the City. That was not the sight that welcomed him, however, the streets looked familiar. He let out a somewhat relieved breath at least recognizing some of the buildings that lined the streets.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. This is not a place that he ever imagined himself being in the City again. Part of him was angry that he was once again pulled away from the life that he was trying to make sense of, but another part of him was relieved to see that some things stayed the same.

He didn't know where he was going to end up but he headed in the direction of the Coliseum district.

08- Wildcard

[ if you want something else? Toss me an idea here. ]

[divaricate]

Wanda's hair is a bright reddish-orange, bright enough that it's an unnatural shade, but works out pretty well and noticeable; she'd changed it in the last place she was in. Other than that, and being a year older (she'd spent her 28th birthday at a zoo, which made it a nice and relaxing one for once), she looks pretty much the same.

When Steve left and came back shortly after, she'd avoided him as much as she could, didn't really speak to him. She'd been told by Clint who had, that he was a few years behind them and didn't even know her. She thought that would be too awkward -- or at least that what she told herself. So, seeing him as she's walking the opposite way, she doesn't think much of it. She's planning to just keep walking, assuming she's an unfamiliar face to him still.

[oiseau_ou_cage]

Elizabeth was lost. There were no two ways about it. She looked a mess, her once perfectly coifed hair was in disarray, her formerly crisp white shirt was in bloody tatters. She'd wiped most of the blood off her face, so she didn't look quite as bad as when she'd arrived.

She was smoking a cigarette while she walked, her eyes wide with wonder. She'd never seen a city like this outside of a tear. She didn't even know how she'd gotten there. Everything was large and domineering outside of her apartment.

She spotted Steve from a little ways off and looked around for some place to hide. It was becoming night and the streets were almost empty. She didn't want to find trouble before she had the chance to fix her wounds up.

wildcard

[alwaysathief]

Remy had been walking the City in an attempt to get familiar with the place. Things had been relatively quiet for the day or two he'd been here so far and he planned on taking advantage of that for as long as he could.

He wasn't in, what he would deem, a bad part of town, but sounds of a scuffle and a muffled struggle caught his attention while passing by an entrance to one of the alleyways. Curiosity killed the cat, but it hadn't got him yet, so he made his way quietly down the alley to get a better look at what was going on.

A young woman was being hassled by three people with bandanas covering half their faces, of them holding and rifling through what Remy assumed was the woman's bag.

"I recommend you hand that back now," He said loudly as he stepped out of the shadows he'd crept up through, "You can do it on your own, or I can make you. Your choice, mes amis."

Text Message

[imaginationswoes]

[There are a few minutes where Airy just stares at the phone. Reading the name that had appeared over and over again. It says Steve Rogers, he's back. He has to be but there is a knot in her stomach that makes her unsure.

She settles in at the coffee shop and after writing and back spacing a message three for four times, she finally has her lame text composed.]

Are you Steve Rogers? Like, Captain America who wanted to draw when he was younger and got sick all the time? I wanted to know if you remembered me. You were here before. My name is Airy. Miller.

Elizabeth | Bioshock Infinite + Burial at Sea

[oiseau_ou_cage]

It surprised her when she opened her eyes. Her head was pounding, and when she sat up it made her dizzy, but she was alive. She hugged herself, laughing a little. "I guess I made it."

Once she got over the shock of not being dead she looked around and took stock of her circumstances. She was in a nice, large apartment, in a nice large bed. She moved gingerly, sliding out of bed and hobbling toward the en suite bathroom.

She looked a mess, but she was wonderfully alive. After caring for her wounds Elizabeth took a deep breath and went out into the world.

The City was overwhelming. She blinked at the busy street and took a deep breath. They couldn't all be evil and out to get her, right? She shivered in her tattered and stained clothing. First things first, she was going to buy herself something whole to wear. Which meant lightening a few pockets along the way.

[katerrifically]

Kate was tidying up the exterior of Flour Power that day. She was doing little things such as cleaning the benches, trimming back the evergreens and other mundane tasks. She had employees of course but she wanted it done the right way and that meant she had to do it herself.

She was nearly through, the last thing she had left on her list was to clean the windows. Kate had to do that everyday, however. What was it about retail that made people want to use any part of the door except the handle? At present, she was on top of a step stool (dressed impractically for the task in a cute skirt, top and her jacket).

"Excuse me," Kate called out the person who was walking by. They were just barely in the line of her peripheral vision. "Could you hand me that bottle of window cleaner? The blue one?"

[quickestsilver]

It was debatable whether Tommy would've noticed he was being pickpocketed if he'd had an actual wallet on him and not just the phone and key that'd been planted on him when he'd arrived. As it were, he had nothing on him.

But when he got bumped into, he took it as just that, getting bumped into.

"Shi- Uh. Oh. Hey~" What had started with being startled ended up in a suave, flirtatious smile, obviously clueless she'd been trying to steal from him.

Tommy Shepherd - Marvel (616)

[quickestsilver]

party
It'd taken Tommy all of ten seconds to explore the City. He still didn't understand where he was or how he'd gotten here, but he had come across some kind of fancy party that mentioned the 'Emperor' of the City. It sounded like a good start. Better than the strip club at least. Well. Sort of.

He'd give it five minutes. If it sucked, strip club it was.

He eyes a waiter and their tray of champagne as they glide past and nabs one of the glasses. He was paranoid that he might get carded but after a quick glance around it was obvious that no one was paying any attention, so he took a sip.

"Hey, so who is this emperor guy? He run this place?" He asks the closest person.

network
[Hello City-folk, have a video of a young man with white hair.]

Oh. Hey. The video actually works? Sweet.

I'm not actually sure who I'm speaking to. Is this like a weird Chatroulette thing? Without knowing who I've been connected to? [He makes a face.]

Anyway. Whoever you are. Maybe you can help me. Uh, what is this place? And why can't I leave?

wildcard
[ooc ~ feel free to see him while he's running around the City after arrival. or whatever :)]

Video

[prefers_magneto]

You're connected to everyone.

[He has no idea what 'Chatroulette' is, but he can tell he doesn't want to know.]

This place exists outside of all universes. You can leave when the Heart is ready to release you. Until then you're... needed.

video

[divaricate]

[Oh hey! She knows this face. In the sense that in the last place she was in, she met Billy, and he had some pictures around of his fast brother, from when Tommy was also there for a while, a few months before Wanda showed up. What she also knows is that Tommy would probably expect to see her as looking maybe a bit different and a few years older (she's 28 now).]

No, but Chatroulette would be hilarious. All of the stupid shenanigans would be at least mildly entertaining.

[fallsinplace]

"Dunno," Domino said, looking over at the kid with the drink. He looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place him. "Sounds like a pretentious asshole to me." She remembered the Emperor from his fancy picture in her welcome packet. She thought she liked the Lovers a little better for their thoughtful gift. It wasn't a great gun, but it was still a thoughtful gesture.

"You new here too?" Why bother asking? If this dude really was the emperor all the natives and long term captives would know him. "I just got here a couple days ago."

Domino | Marvel 616

[fallsinplace]

03.
Domino was still pretty new in town, but she was quick to adapt to weird things. She was, after all, a weird thing herself. Sure she'd just woken up in a strange bed, all alone, but that was no reason to hole up and worry herself to death.

It helped that she still had her weapons.

Tonight, though, she wasn't carrying much. Just a butterfly knife in her pocket and a gun in a discreet holster. She didn't anticipate trouble at the party, but she'd long ago learned the perils of not being prepared.

She wasn't dressed especially fancy. $50 only got you so far, after all. Jeans and a sort of nice button up blouse, plus the tactical boots from her uniform.

The first thing she did was go for the drinks. "There's got to be something worth drinking in all this. People who call themselves 'Emperor' don't tend to throw shitty parties."

In her opinion it would be a shitty party if she didn't get the opportunity to get drunk and start a fight in this far-too-nice ballroom.

[alwaysathief]

Remy, as usual, was wearing a strange mix between regular clothes and his usual armor. And, as usual, he was owning it. It was funny how far confidence went in stifling stares and strange looks.

With an easy smile and laid back posture, Remy looked more at home here than most of the natives.

Like Dom, his curiosity had been piqued by someone picking the title of Emperor. It sounded like just the kind of person who he should be taking a closer look at.

"I'd recommend the champagne, che- Domino?" He raised an eyebrow, giving her a better look over, "Now this is interesting."

He'd made a handful of assumptions about the city, one of which had apparently been very wrong. Maybe he hadn't been brought here alone?

"It's been a while."

Remy LeBeau | Marvel (616)

[alwaysathief]

N E W    A R R I V A L
That disconcerting nauseating teleported feeling hit Remy hard. Weird, it was the only real hint that he wasn't in Kansas anymore. Literally. He and his team had been sent to Kansas. Hopefully, the tip they'd gotten hadn't been a nasty trap. Though he wasn't sure what was worse - knowing what had displaced him (and his team) or ending up wherever he was now and not knowing why (alone).

"Lorna? Pietro? ...Danger?" He walked out of the alley, glancing around the street. It didn't exactly look familiar, but nothing about it really stood out as incredibly strange. Still, in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but feel the nervous itch that this might be Mojo-verse. Usually with anything Mojo there were loud announcements and sometimes instructions, so the fact that no one seemed to even give him a second look was promising.


P A R T Y    H A R D
The Emperor.

The title itself piqued Remy's interest. Anyone who called himself The Emperor was likely to either be interesting or have interesting things. Of course, he wasn't thinking in terms of tarot at the moment and the lavish party only reinforced his assumptions.

Unsurprisingly, there wasn't much to be found in any of the areas accessible to the party, but with a bit of patience, some stealth, and a small distraction, Remy slipped away from the party and further into the Tower. Surely, this wasn't The Emperor's house...


W I L D C A R D
[Run into him wherever or text/call him. Wrong numbers/mistexts welcome.]

[oiseau_ou_cage]

Party Hard

Elizabeth had finally gotten herself somewhat situated in the City. She had fresh clothes, her wounds were well on their way to being healed, and she could almost find her way around without getting lost.

Luckily she lived in the Tower district so getting to the Emperor's party wasn't difficult. She wasn't so fond of being in crowds, though, so she stuck to the outer walls. People watching was pretty satisfying.

She spotted a handsome man and decided to watch him more closely. She wondered if she had the guts to walk up to him when he turned his head toward her and she saw his eyes. She covered her mouth to stifle a gasp and tentatively threaded through the crowd to get a closer look. Was he a splicer? Should she have been more guarded all along?

Lorna Dane | Marvel comics (616)

[perspicuitas]

01.
How many alternate universes and other weird shit had Lorna seen by now? Too many to count. That did not mean she was super thrilled to end up in . . . where was this, exactly? Across her face was an expression of sharp annoyance, and with it was mixed some determination. You’d probably find her walking down one of the more dimly lit streets, or floating overhead – she needed a better vantage point. Be warned, she was in a mood and may try to get a punch in if you snuck up on her and startled her.

07.
I’m going to cut the crap here: who isn’t clueless about this place and wants to fill a lady in?

[that’s the whole text to the network.]

[unsupernatural]

Allison happens to be out and about as well when she sees the floating woman land on the ground easily.

"Nice trick." Allison says with a small smile.