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

[burningdream]

"It does? Let's go," Ronan said immediately. It sort of came out as a bark, but his body had visibly loosened up. He stormed past Adam only to come to a lurching halt as his leg buckled underneath him.

"Fuck!"

He stumbled to the left, catching himself on the back of a bench. Even the smooth varnish cloaked over its natural wood seemed eager to sell him something. He gave his head a little shake, blinking as the pain subsided. He inhaled through wide nostrils and pushed on, too embarrassed to turn around to see if Adam was following. Never mind he had no idea where Adam's place was.

It was Adam after all, not Gansey, who had witnessed the entire spectacle. And the last time Ronan checked, it wasn't Gansey he had a god-sized crush on.

[parrishing]

Really, it worked both ways. Adam liked his independence and his freedom and all that, but the apartment was way too big for one person. And if he was perfectly honest, there was always something weirdly reassuring about Ronan's presence, like those nights when he crashed on the floor of the tiny apartment in St Agnes. He wasn't going to overthink it.

But at the exclamation - more one of surprise and actual distress than the usual punctuation he seemed to use it for; it was jarring for the sheer lack of poetry that seemed inherent in the single syllable - caught him off-guard. He'd been ready for a casual, leisurely pace a couple steps behind his friend, and all he got was a clear image of that stumble.

He wasn't sure what it said that he felt both an immediate spark of concern - one that barely made it past a faint frown - and curiosity - he wasn't injured last time I saw him. For a moment, he lingered behind, far enough that it didn't really constitute 'following'. Just a moment, though. Then his mind caught up to everything and he called himself back to attention.

"You okay, Lynch?" Adam asked, trying to keep as much concern from his voice as he strode forward to catch up. The entirety of his phrasing was intended to piece together a puzzle he didn't previously realise was there, while simultaneously remaining nonchalant enough that it wasn't taken for fussing. He continued: "I can't carry you if you break your ankle or something. You'd have to wait till I grabbed my bike, or just suffer."

[burningdream]

Where somebody of Adam's mind might solace himself with words, Ronan had only ever found true comfort in his body. There were seldom things more therapeutic than roaring down a shimmering highway, feeling his engine rumble beneath him, savouring the fug of exhaust, or drinking until his veins burned with ethanol, or perhaps hurling himself into something likely to leave a mark.

That was what had just happened.

And, despite his jarring expletive, he was beginning to feel better.

The pain in his leg wasn't the fun kind. It twinged and needled persistently. It was probably going to hamper him for the rest of the day. At least. But at least it gave him something to think about other than the lonely apartment waiting for him somewhere in this sea of malls and mercantiles, betrothed to the key in his hand and stamped with his name for no apparent reason.

"Dude," he said, his voice dipping with a dry laugh. "This is worse than that time I landed wrong jumping off the pier. Fuuuuuuck." He tested it gingerly, making various faces. "Whatever. Let's just go."

[parrishing]

As long as it didn't last much longer than the brief inexplicable moment - for normally, Adam could see exactly what the problem was, and the expletives were just a way of getting that out - he wouldn't be too concerned. Still a little concerned, but that was partly because it begged a handful of questions that he hadn't really thought of, despite them being relatively obvious.

Namely: how did time work here? Were he and Ronan from the same time and place? Or was something out of line here?

For now, it seemed like Ronan had it all well in hand. Until such a time as that changed, Adam would merely keep an eye on him. He made a face in return - solidarity - and nodded a little, leading the way a little slower than before. "On the bright side, now you've got a couple of days to get used to this place before you start wreaking havoc on it."

[burningdream]

Ronan glanced at Adam over his shoulder, his teeth spreading wide into a classically terrifying grin. He nodded a couple times. There was nothing like talking about a good round of destruction, self- or otherwise, to get him going.

"And," he said, giving Adam's shoulder another little shove. "I assume you're in on this?"

[parrishing]

That was more like it. He could work with that, with the same old Ronan as always. Not that he blamed him for feeling a little more vulnerable than usual; they were used to weird shit, but this took the cake by far.

Adam responded to the remark and the shove with a quiet snort of amusement. "On which part of it?"

[burningdream]

Ronan snorted right back, but much less quietly than Adam. "The wreaking havoc part. Duh." He took another step forward and swore. "Come on leg. Get with the picture."

call it a wrap? c:

[parrishing]

"Then yes. I don't think I have much choice in the matter, though," he smirked, eyeing Ronan for another moment. He always managed to say yes to havoc-based plans, even if he knew better. They were always a little bit of a bad idea. But they were fun.

First things first, though: they needed to get back to his place.