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!
→ 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. 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!

Comments

[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.

[burningdream]

Ronan took a moment to stare. He often did, but this time, it was for more reasons than to intimidate whomever had decided to invade his space. If he didn't know any better, his best friend and... potentially more, at least in Ronan's mind... was standing in front of him, examining him with an expression Ronan didn't recall ever seeing on Adam's face.

"Adam?" he asked after a moment. "What the hell is going on?"

[futurephoenix]

"What? Are you kidding me?" He groaned. This wasn't fair. Quentin had his face first. He'd been in the City way longer than Adam had. "Redneck-Twin Adam does not have a pink mohawk last time I checked, pal. You're not in Kansas, or whatever backwater state you guys are from, anymore. Welcome to hell, basically.

Now seriously, do you need to go to the hospital or are you planning on walking that off?

Oh right. You can call me Quentin. As in, definitely not Adam."

[burningdream]

Ronan blinked. He blinked again. Adam had done something rather strange to his hair, come to think of it, and that expression, that tone... all of it was refusing to code in Ronan's mind as anything his friend would ever say. Could it really be that...

"I don't need a hospital," Ronan said, without thinking. "Quentin, or whatever you are." He took another moment to examine his mouthy visitor. "What I do need is to know what the fuck is going on here." He would've pinched himself to see if he was dreaming, but he was pretty sure he'd suffered enough injuries in the last hour to rule that one out.

[futurephoenix]

"'Whatever I am'? A person, that's what I am. A person who made the mistake of thinking about helping a stranger," He scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets and starting to walk away.

Against his better judgment, he slowed to a stop, annoyed with himself.

"This place is like a crossroads. You've been, like, warped here. By the City. You're stuck. There's a handful of us who're stuck here. You know, who don't belong here. We don't really know why. None of us do. My guess is you'll find some keys on you and a phone. They're from the City: a place to stay and a way to communicate with the rest of us."

[burningdream]

Wait, Ronan whispered in his mind, a solicitation his obstinacy would never allow him to voice out loud, even in a situation as odd as this. When Quentin halted, Ronan let out an internal sigh of relief.

Give me something, anything to go on here... guy with an attitude who is the only person I've spoken to since I arrived...

Ronan listened broodingly. When Quentin appeared finished, he nodded. After a moment, he managed a grunted, "Thanks."

[futurephoenix]

"Thanks? Really? Huh. You took that a lot better than I would've expected. 'Grats," He paused, raising an eyebrow.

"You sure you're okay? I mean physically, 'cause suddenly being here is a total mind fuck," Quentin had been beaten up enough times to be fairly confident in his first aid skills where that was concerned. A pack of ice, some pain killers and a bit of rubbing alcohol to clean up the wounds should do it.

[burningdream]

"I'm... fine, I think," Ronan muttered, glancing behind him. His muggers were still nowhere in sight. For now. Quentin had only said a handful of words in the past few minutes, but given the weight of all of it, Ronan felt like he'd sat through a three hour lecture. His head was spinning. A phone... keys... he would deal with that later. For the time being, he needed somewhere to sit down. Somewhere safe.

This guy might not be so bad, he thought to himself, still taking for granted the fact that it was highly possible Quentin was listening in to his internal dialogue. At least he hasn't tried to steal anything from me, and he seems relatively honest, if a little jerkish. My fucking leg is so painful right now. It feels like I scraped off every layer of skin I had when I fell...

"Yeah, I'm okay," Ronan reiterated, repositioning himself to take some weight off the damaged appendage.

[futurephoenix]

Quentin nodded slowly.

Sure, he was a telepath, but he wasn't listening in on the stranger's thoughts any longer, blocking them out with all of the other chatter. His curiosity had been sated, so there was no point anymore. Or, none that he saw.

"Alright... Well, you've got everyone's numbers. You know, in that phone I mentioned. We're all in there. All the Chosen," There was an unspoken offer to help and he was pretty sure any of the other Chosen would make the same offer. They'd all been in Ronan's place at one point, "See you around."

[burningdream]

Ronan nodded, accepting the inevitability of returned solitude with a soldierly-like determination. If Quentin had given him some information, there would be others... there would be.

"See you."