THE CITY OF SIN: MODS (
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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.cityofsin |
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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 Scenarios01. 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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To his credit, Remy didn't flinch in the least bit, losing no confidence after being so blatantly called out. The way he turned slowly to face the other man subtly suggested that he might have had a little too much to drink, a nice finishing touch to his act of feigned confused innocence.
"I'm sure that's very true, mon ami, but it is, presumably, behind a door, non?" He answered with an easy, charming smile of his own.
Under the practiced mask, his mind was racing. Who was this stranger? How much had he seen? What would he do about it? Could he take him in a fight? Where were his most convenient escape routes? All of this behind a laid back, borderline flirtatious smile.
"I'll admit, I might be a little turned around," He raised a hand to demonstrate how little by making a space between his thumb and pointer finger, swaying every so slightly to add to the illusion of being happily drunk, "Un petit peu."
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"But they usually come with a sign, and aren't in the middle of hallways." The old French, his mother tongue, was never far away from his mind or his heart and he relished the chance to use it, amidst the sound of a heartbeat that wasn't nearly as slow as it should be for someone who was drunk and ambling.
"You'll find them downstairs, to the left of the first entrance. There's a sign in neon, I'm surprised you missed it. I'm sure you're being missed by some pretty little pêche downstairs, it's quite the party." His dark eyes danced with the game they'd stepped into and anyone in this situation, who spoke his language, was of interest.
But he wanted to see how far the man would take it. How quickly did he jump when the snake bit at him?
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"Hmm, I wasn't actually paying attention to what signs were on the doors. And there definitely isn't a rule about bathrooms not being in the middle of hallways, friend," He said with an easy smile, switching to heavily accented Cajun French. It was always a pleasure getting to speak it, but in this situation, he was considering it a disadvantage. Being difficult to understand was something he could use to his advantage.
"Downstairs? You sure? Someone told me they'd be found up here," He hummed thoughtfully, idly scratching the stubble where his jaw met his neck and looking like he was trying to remember who had given him those directions.
His smile broke into a lopsided smirk.
"Not quite as wild as I would'a expected. Not quite as gaudy either, which ain't a complaint, mind you. Plenty'a good lookin' people downstairs, but ain't none of them waitin' on me, m'sieu. 'Sides, seems there's plenty'a good lookin' people up here aussi," The crooked smirk turned flirtatious once again, "You wouldn't happen to be l'Empereur, would you? I was hopin' to meet him."