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

[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.

[waypastasking]

Steve was used to keeping his head down when he walked anywhere these days. But something made him glance up at the exact moment that Wanda passed by. His step faltered some, his mouth dropping open.

He reached out, grabbing her by the arm. "Wanda? Is that really you? Your hair."

[divaricate]

That gets a split second of surprise. "You know me?" That's out of her mouth before she can stop it. "Yeah -- I ... spent some time elsewhere, and I changed my hair there. It'll either grow out or I'll get bored of it."

[waypastasking]

Steve tilted his head in confusion, looking at Wanda curiously. "Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?" He laid his hands on her arms, tightening them slightly, but not enough to hurt.

"Do you know me?" He asked, concern lacing his voice, his heart sinking because the last thing he wanted in the world for one more person he cared about to be lost to him.

[divaricate]

"yes." She nodded. "You were here before. Then you left. And came back from a much earlier point where you didn't know me. And now you're... back, apparently. Do you remember being here before?" Either of those times." And then she moved closer to hug him.

[waypastasking]

Steve hugged her, lifting her up slightly, but again careful not to crush her. He knew his strength could be dangerous. He buried his face in her hair, just grateful she was here and safe.

"Yeah, but then I went home and found some peace. You're okay though?"

[divaricate]

She's silent for those few seconds, taking in as much of the moment as she can.

"Yeah. I'm okay. And it sounds like you are too -- I'm glad." She means it. "I have a lot to tell you about, because I found myself in a world that wasn't our own for a bit before coming back here. The .. multiverse wanted to toss me around a bit, I guess. But we have time for that." So much, hopefully. And because he'd probably want to know-- "Clint is still here too."

[waypastasking]

Steve didn't want to let her go. She was safety and home to him, not to mention that he missed her a bunch. Steve pulled away, looking down at her. "I'm doing much better, thanks, and happy you are here." Steve reached out and touched her hair almost gently.

"Is that a good thing?" He said with a laugh, clearly teasing. "So tell me who I have to punch for tossing you around?"

[divaricate]

"I missed having you around." She could say the same about him too. his presence was a comforting one.

"yeah, I met some interesting people. There's no one to punch unless you want to punch the whims of the multiverse?" She said with a half smile.

[waypastasking]

Steve grinned, as he looked down at her. The smiles came easier now that he had some distance and perspective. He still had nightmares, and he still wished that things had somehow ended differently, but there was nothing he could do about that now.

"I could try?" He said, laughing softly. "Tell me.... do I have a house or did the City destroy it?"

[divaricate]

"You would." She laughs slightly, shaking her head in amusement.

"As for a house. It should still be there. At least you have an assigned apartment, but you're welcome to hang out with me for a bit at mine if you don't want to be too by yourself for a while."

[waypastasking]

"Wait," Steve asked, turning towards her, looking slightly concerned. "You're not staying there?" He asked. His shoulders dropped a bit because he didn't want to cause Wanda or Clint any hardships. He felt suddenly that he had.

Steve smiled a bit ruefully at her. "Since when have you been able to read me so well?" He teased lightly. The truth was he didn't want to be alone. "Where do you live?"

[divaricate]

He didn't. "We just didn't want to stay there after you left." It wasn't any trouble to keep an eye on it for him in case he returned, though. Which, admittedly, Clint mostly did since houses and upkeep and renovations are His Thing, Wanda deferred to his expertise.

"That's what friends are for." Because she's not using her mind powers on him, for sure. "I'm still in my assigned apartment I got when I first arrived here."

[waypastasking]

"Please tell me that Clint didn't go renovation crazy?" Steve asked, slightly nervous because he knew what Clint's farm looked like. But he really couldn't begrudge the man a hobby.

Everyone needed them. He had his art, but he wasn't sure what Wanda had. "Will you move in with me?" Steve asked, out of the blue, flushing just a little bit as he did so.

[divaricate]

"Maybe a tiny bit.." It's Clint. Tiny is not a word to use in this context of house renovations.

She smiled at that. "Yeah, of course." Just like living at the avengers facility back home, except smaller. "If you're still okay with me baking food at sometimes weird hours." That's what she has too.