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Test Drive 012

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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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Elizabeth's manner changed as soon as he used French at her. Her eyes went wide, and she accepted the glass with no resistance. "Oh, are you French?" The fact that splicers had a 'kill first and babble nonsense later' policy also clued her in that Remy wasn't like the mutates she'd encountered in Rapture. Maybe he was Parisian. Oh, that would just be too exciting. She wasn't sure her heart could take it.

Beside, he was too handsome to want to change his genetics too much, even with the strange eyes. "I'm Elizabeth. It's a pleasure to meet you." She held out her hand, but like she was expecting a kiss on the knuckles rather than a handshake. Handshakes were for men.

"Cajun, actually," He corrected her with an easy smile and no hint of being offended by the innocent mistake.

"Remy LeBeau," He drawled, taking her hand gently and bowing his head without hesitation to brush a light kiss across her knuckles just as she'd expected, "Enchanté."

Letting her hand slip out of his, he straightened back up and took a sip of his cocktail. It tasted more like pineapple juice than alcohol, but it wasn't completely terrible, plus it was free, so he really shouldn't be complaining.

"So, what brings you to the party, petite? D'you know the Emperor?" He really wasn't sure whether he'd prefer her answer to be yes or no to that particular question.

She giggled when he kissed her hand, blushing brilliantly. "Oh my." She let him kiss her, retracting her hand slowly when it was appropriate. Of the two of them she was probably the more enchanted one, but it was nice to feel giggly and happy for once.

His question made her laugh a little. She rubbed her hands together lightly, moving to toy with the tip of her right pinky. "I want to get a feeling for this place and its people. I don't know the Emperor, but I've known people like him. I don't think I'd care to know him, quite frankly. Are you a recent arrival as well? Did you wake up in a strange place like I did?"

He couldn't help a soft chuckle at her excited reaction.

"Oh?" She'd known people like the Emperor? That made him raise an eyebrow at her, obviously curious, "I suppose I'm here for the same reason. Anyone callin' himself 'The Emperor' warrants a closer look."

The way he stiffened when she bluntly asked him if he'd simply appeared in the City as well was almost unnoticeable, but there. So far he'd avoided admitting such a thing to anybody, thinking it might make him sound like a lunatic. Apparently, it wasn't so uncommon.

"I don't strike you as a long time resident, petite?" He asked her, feigning seriousness for only half a moment before giving her a soft, teasing smile, "I am a 'recent arrival' as you put it. Didn't wake up anywhere though. Just sort of turned a corner and... I wasn't where I used to be.

If you don't mind me askin', where did you wake up?"

Her face darkened. The Emperor might need more than an eye kept on him. So far none of the nefarious cities she'd lived in had a ruler worth keeping around. Probably nobody who wanted the job was fit for it. "At the very least," she agreed.

Before answering his question she sipped her drink.It was alcoholic, and she made a slight face at it. Why ruin a perfectly delicious pineapple juice with alcohol? She set the drink aside and focused on Remy again. His smile warmed her up as much as the drink had, and she found herself relaxing again. "I woke up not far from here, actually, in a really fancy apartment. I think I'm displaced in time as well as space, I'm having trouble figuring out some of the things I now apparently own."

She pulled her phone out of her pocket. "I know this is important, because everyone has one, but I don't know what it is."

She wasn't sure why she trusted him. Probably it was a bad idea, but she'd gone so long without friendly human contact that she wanted someone, anyone, to trust. Maybe this was a mistake, but she'd never know if she didn't ty.

The change in her expression didn't go unnoticed, but Remy kept a strict poker face. It was yet another curiosity to file away for a later conversation, perhaps when they weren't in the middle of the aforementioned Emperor's party.

The combination of her reaction to the alcohol and then asking about the phone so innocently made him melt a little, all thoughts of attempting to infiltrate the Tower were long gone. He now had something much more important he needed to do.

"Oh, chere," He half sighed the words sympathetically, rubbing the back of his head, "How about we grab you a drink of punch and get some air. I think I saw a few benches just outside. Might be a little tamer out there and I can show you how to use that thing, which is, by the way, a telephone. You got those, don't you?"

He seemed nice enough. She couldn't do anything but trust her instincts, so she nodded, giving him a sheepish smile. "Yeah, telephones exist. I was thinking it might be more like a radio, since it doesn't have wires." She knew a little bit about machines, and even knew how a radio worked, but the workings of the arcane device in her hand were beyond her.

Beside, it was a nice excuse to monopolize Remy's time and that appealed to her. Maybe she'd get to know him a little better. "Punch sounds nice, too. I'm not a big drinker." Or any kind of drinker. It went straight to her head.

Placing a guiding hand on her lower back, he started them towards the food and drink spread.

"Telephones have evolved a lot since their invention, that's for sure. Now they work wirelessly and can do all kinds of things. Like... well, like a lotta things. Get you some punch -I think you'll find that one's just juice- and I can try 'n' sound smart outside," Where to even start?

Luckily, there seemed to be plenty of benches outside and this close to the open doors of the tower the night air didn't seem too chilly.

"Alright, let's see this phone of yours."

It was pleasant to be touched and fussed over. She smiled warmly, moving carefully to stay close enough to touch Remy, but not so close that she would be in the way. As they passed the punch bowl she snagged a cup, then returned to Remy's side.

It was a nice night. Elizabeth inhaled deeply and let her breath out slowly, her body relaxing away from the worrying crowds. She sat on a nearby bench and handed her phone over. Luckily it still had a charge and would respond to being manipulated.

Gracefully, he took the seat beside her on the bench, crossing one leg over the other as he leaned over to peer at her phone.

"Ah-ah-ah, you hold on to that. Ain't gonna do you no good if I just play around on it," He said with a soft smile and shifted so he could fish his own phone out of his pocket.

"First things first, turning it on. With these, usually pressing just about anything will turn the screen on. So, here, and this one too will probably get it to light up," He went on with a basic run down of volume control, locking and unlocking the phone, touchscreen, the flashlight, and then started in on the more complicated things like texting, videos and video chat, and actually calling people. He honestly never thought he'd be explaining emojis to someone half his age, but here they were.

Elizabeth giggled and did as she was told. Despite the distracting presence of a friendly human she was a quick learner. Operating the phone wasn't so terribly hard, you just poked at things until you found the right 'app'. It was a marvelous piece of technology, and she was from a city that floated on air so her threshold for marvels was high.

She found herself asking a lot of questions during the demonstration. Mostly about the inner workings of the phone: why it was so small, how batteries worked, what Remy's number was. "In case I need more help understanding things."

Remy could answer any and all questions about how to actually use the device, but as for how it worked, Elizabeth got a lot of apologetic shrugs.

"The battery... you mean like how it runs? Or, how you charge it? 'Cause you need to plug it in and let it recharge. Should'a come with like a cord. Goes into the wall," He'd pointed out the little battery symbol to her, so she'd know how charged it was, "I got a feelin' that ain't what you're askin' though, is it petite? And I gotta 'pologize once again, but I got no idea."

He flicked through the contact information on his own phone, frowning slightly.

"Now that's a little strange... You're already in my phone. Go to that little book lookin' thing there. I wanna see somethin'," Sure enough, once they'd opened up the Contacts in Elizabeth's phone Remy was already on the list.

"So... who are these other people? Obviously, that ain't enough names to cover everyone in the City. Hell, it don't even cover everyone in the party," His frown deepened in thought. The only connection he could think of between himself and Elizabeth, besides that they'd now met in person, was that neither were from the City.

It was a little disappointing that he didn't have all the answers for her, but he was being helpful so she didn't let it get her down too much. She already knew more than she had before, after all. "That's okay. There's bound to be a library somewhere that has the answers." It was nice to have the time to wonder about such things.

His frown made her frown as well, because she didn't know what it meant. She peered over at what he was doing, then her frown deepened. First of all, she didn't like that her last name was listed as 'Comstock'. Second of all, it was strange that Remy was already in her phone. Elizabeth shrugged and touched a name at random to call them. "One way to find out."

The last thing Adam was expecting right then was a random call. Especially from a name he definitely didn't recognise. So it was with a frown that he picked up, uncertain of exactly what to expect.

A video call, naturally: "Hello?"

"A library?" He shrugged a bit, having to put in some effort not to chuckle at that, "Well, there's actually this thing, you can get to it through the phone actually, it's basically like a bunch of books and knowledge all electronic. So, just click on this little icon and now type in what you wanna look up. So, you could do somethin' like 'how do cell phone batteries work?' and it'll give you all these results. But I'll let you read through those on your own. Should make for a real entertainin' evening."

He'd turned back to his own phone, scrolling through the list to see if he recognized any names when he heard the ringing coming from her speaker.

"Did you just call someone, petite?!" He asked with an incredulous, but very amused, grin and reached over to put it on speaker phone as someone picked up.

"Video, you see? So, he can see you... us," He said quietly to Elizabeth. In the video, Remy was only half a head peeking into the corner, "Bonsoir, m'sieu. How's your evening goin'?"

The information about the Internet she filed away for later. Right now she had important business to attend to. She blinked in wonder when the screen showed her a handsome young man, close to her own age, though perhaps a little younger. She gave out a delighted squeal, then sobered, holding the phone up so the little reflection in the corner showed both her and Remy properly. "Are you Mr. Parrish? My name is Elizabeth and I've got your number in my phone. Do you know why?"

"It's...uh. It's all right," he replied carefully, glancing to the head peeking in before sliding his eyes back to the unfamiliar woman who was clearly delighted she got someone. All the same, he was nervous, and that meant his Southern accent was out in full force.

Ah, there was the other head, now properly in view. Newbies? Probably.

"Adam Parrish, yeah. The phones have everyone's numbers in them. All the Chosen, anyway."

When she moved the camera to get them both in the picture, Adam will clearly be able to see Remy attempting to stifle a good-natured smirk, obviously amused at how direct she is and how random and odd this must be for him.

"Chosen? You're talkin' about people not from the City, vrai?" Innnnteresting.

"I think that's what they call us, yeah," Elizabeth said with a nod. "So everyone in my phone list is. . . from out of town?" She still didn't want to admit to strangers that she was from a different century and a floating city to boot.

"How long have you been here?" Her tone was more conversational. She was fascinated by people, and endlessly curious.

Hey, as long as everyone was having fun.

So to Remy, a nod: "Yeah." And to Elizabeth, much of the same. "We're all from other dimensions, yeah. I've been here...a few months, I guess? Not long." Though a faint frown twitched to his brow again as he thought about it. It felt like longer. Bizarre.

Then again, he was used to time being weird.

"You guys just arrived?"

"A few months ain't long?" That was... not great news. In fact, it ruffled his feathers enough to make him sit up a little straighter and pay attention. Maybe it'd been the party and the drinks that'd put him in such a good mood, or maybe it was meeting Elizabeth, who had an amazing innocence and charm about her, but this was a stark reminder that they were, in fact, trapped here.

"Any idea why we're here? Or who's behind all this?" Remy was, if nothing else, used to the bad guys gloating and rubbing their plans in the faces of anyone who would listen, so this silence was off putting.

"I thought I came here on my own," Elizabeth mused. She frowned deeply and sighed. "Have people tried to leave?" Surely the Lutece device had been patented, so the plans for making it would be on record. It seemed unlikely that such a marvelous discovery as a window between other worlds would go unnoticed by the scientific community.

Unless none of that was true, or she was in a universe where the Luteces hadn't made their great discovery. Her head swam a little, reminding her not to think about what the Elizabeth native to this universe, if there was one, was doing.

"Maybe it's a natural phenomena?"

"Not really. Not from what people have told me," he replied with a small shrug. So far as he was aware, a few months was standard; years were rare, but mere weeks also weren't really something that happened. It was interesting.

After a second, he canted his head to one side, thinking. "People have tried to figure all of this out, that's for sure. I'm not sure if they've actively tried to leave, but I'm sure someone made an attempt. No one, so far, knows how we got here or who brought us in, and I've heard bad things about those who try."

It begged the question of if it was worth it to try. Adam wasn't sold that it was a hopeless cause, but he was a bit more wary.

"It might be natural. But most of this doesn't seem like it. It seems like there's something going on."

He glanced towards Elizabeth, tilting his head slightly in thought.

"A natural phenomena? Now that's a thought," And then back at their new friend, "Why not? It's real strange that if someone was behind bringin' us here, they haven't said anything, even anonymously. You wouldn't think you'd go through all that trouble and then just not tell the people you've gone and kidnapped what you want from 'em.

The apartment and gift basket are a little odd, but maybe someone in the city can tell when people are arrivin' or something."

He shrugged a little, far from able to explain away the innate weirdness of this place and their arrival there.

Elizabeth considered the options that had been thrown out. "Does it truly matter if we're being manipulated by the universe or by a person? I mean, I want to know, because I want to know everything, but the important thing is getting home."

She paused, then added, "Well, for some people, probably." Not necessarily for her. Her head still ached where Atlas had tried to beat her to death. For all she knew he'd actually succeeded. Who knew what happened after a person died?

Booker would know, she thought. Thanks to her.

"Um, have you run into someone named Booker DeWitt? Light hair, green eyes, pretty tall? Probably shot someone when he got here?"

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