thetube | Test Drive Meme: June 2015

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Welcome to the Underground test drive meme! This is where you can try out the AU version of your character, start some potential CR and get a feel for the world of the game. Choose your character's species, read up on the available factions and you're ready to go. Put your character's name in your subject line when you post, tag out, and have fun!

Note to current players: Activity in this meme counts as game canon! So you can use it for activity check. If you end up playing anything that you can't or don't want to use as game canon, it's fine to ignore it. (In that case you shouldn't submit it for activity check.)

Here are some prompts to inspire you:

1) LONDON CALLING. People come to London from all corners of the earth. Now you're here and whether you meant to or not, you've been drawn in to the supernatural world. Perhaps you're here to meet other members of your faction. Or perhaps the city's more unusual inhabitants find you first.

2) DARK SIDE. Whether it's animal instincts, a lust for blood or uncontrollable magic, every supernatural being struggles with their darker instincts. Be careful, you may end up doing something you regret.

3) ENEMY TERRITORY. You've found yourself on the wrong side of the tracks. This is enemy territory, you shouldn't be here. Better hope you can sneak your way through without any trouble. Although you have this nagging feeling that you're being followed...

4) GET YOUR SHOVEL. Well, there's a body. Freshly killed, and they didn't come to a natural end. The question is, did you do it or was it someone else? You'd better sort this mess out quickly.

5) STRAWBERRIES AND CREAM. It's the Wimbledon finals, so grab a picnic basket, buy some horribly overpriced strawberries, choose your tennis-themed outfit and get yourself off to SW19. Sure you can handle large crowds? Now is not the time for a supernatural mishap.

6) JUST DANCE. It's a ceilidh! (Barn dance.) Organized by witches but open to all (friendly) newcomers, the dance takes place in an old music hall. There's food, drink, folk music and a magical ritual to bless all young single people attending who are looking for a partner. You never know, your next dance partner might be the one.

7) FULL MOON. (2nd July) Uh oh, it's that time of the month. Werewolves, have you been feeling more aggressive lately? A little short of temper? Better start preparing for your monthly transformation and hope that you don't get interrupted. And then there's the morning after, which feels like a massive hangover. Wait, where are your clothes?

8) CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE. Anything goes.

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[London Calling]
He is so fucking lost.

He's tired, he's confused and he has no idea where the hell he is trying to go at this point. All he wants is to find a place he can sleep in for a night and then start fresh tomorrow.

This whole thing might have been a mistake, he considers as he walks through the streets of London, looking for anything resembling a place that can offer him lodgings for the night. He knew he maybe should not have run, should have stayed and agreed to do something, anything, to help out the hunt but like hell he was sticking around for it.

Will didn't ask for the chaos that had been his life back in America and yes, maybe he's a coward for running now but he honestly can't bring himself to give a damn. He put blood sweat and tears into that life and it kept falling apart on him, he deserved a chance to run away and start fresh.

Of course, fresh apparently means wandering through London trying to find somewhere reasonable to call hoe for a few days while he looks for better accommodations but it could be worse.

It's late. Maera chose this time to move specifically because she knew it'd be too late for most mortals to be out. And now that her last errand of the day is done, she can finally head home and get some well-deserved rest.

At least, that's the plan until she notices a human wandering down the street, with a demeanor that suggests he's entirely unsure of where he's going. Maera hesitates for a moment; she doesn't have any obligation towards this man, so the smart idea would be to just go home and forget about him. But if he gets into trouble... well, she wouldn't forgive herself for not helping him out.

"Excuse me, sir?" she asks, moving quickly to approach him. "Are you alright?"

He realizes he's gained attention and wines a little. He's not exactly thrilled to be on anyone's radar anymore, especially strangers (not that friends are much better at this point).

He offers her a slight smile, avoiding her eyes. "Yeah, I'm all right. I'm just...do you know any hotels near here? Looking for a place to go."

There's a sinking feeling in the pi of his stomach but he's doing his best to ignore that and hopefuly get where he needs to go. Paranoia can kick up tomorrow if it has to kick up at all.

"Yes, I can find you a hotel," she says slowly, looking over him as she speaks. After a couple moments of consideration, she decides, "I'll walk you there. London has plenty of beings that go bump at this time of night. You're lucky I'm the one you ran into."

He considers the idea of not going wit her for just a moment, knowing full well he could be walking into something he really doesn't want to be but he's too tired and wet to really care at this point.

"Guess I am," he says in response, offering a shrug and pulling his raincoat around him a little more. "Thanks, by the way. I appreciate the help."

"You're welcome!" Her smile is bright, but there's something very honest about it. "I like helping out. It's no big deal." She glances around herself, then starts walking in one direction, slowly until she makes sure he's following. "I'm Maera Perkins. It's a pleasure, sir."

He trails after her, hands shoved in his pockets and watching her feet. Hopefully this is going to go well, he's hoping it will anyway. Something actually working out would be really, really nice right now.

"Will Graham." And then he's left faltering, unsure of what to say or o now. He hates making conversation but he know s he owes her the attempt.
"Are you from around here?"

"Oh, I've been living here in London since I was born," Maera says with a happy sigh. "I love it. There's something magical about the city, you know? But don't get me started, else I'll talk your ear off about how lovely of a city it is. I'm guessing you've just moved here?" Judging by his accent and all.

"Yeah," he conforms with a nod. "I got in earlier today. Put some stuff in storage and now here I am." He offers the slightest of smiles. "I didn't entirely think the move through, I should have at least checked the weather first."

"Oh, checking the weather is no good. Rain is a fickle beast here. It comes and goes as it likes with no regard for our meteorologists." She laughs, tugging her large bag more over her shoulder so that it doesn't slip off. "Don't worry. Once you've lived here for a while, you'll either get a sixth sense about the rain or just carry an umbrella around with you everywhere. You get used to it."

He nods, watching the world out of the corner of his eye. It's an interesting city, busy even in this weather and frankly, doesn't feel a thing like home.

It's everything he could have asked for.

Yes, it's going ot have it's own problems, everywhere does, but this can't be any worse than what he's running from. He doubts anyone is going to stab him here at least. He thinks.

"I'll keep that in mind." He raises his head, smiles and looks to the sky. "Though I'm probably going to be in the camp that just carries an umbrella. Easier that way."

She's about to respond, but she glances over her shoulder suddenly, as if she's seen something lurking in the corner of her eyes. There's nothing there, but her lips purse, and she reaches out a hand to him. "We should hurry, Will. Like I said - we're not in the safest place to be at night."

He doesn't question it, just nods and picks up his pace a little. He knows that there are things out there that he doesn't want to meet, not no w or ever, and if she's saying there's something afoot, he's not going to doubt her.

"I'm not even sure how I managed to get here," he says with a self deprecating little laugh. "I'm just very talented at getting into places I shouldn't."

"You're not alone in that. I've just got more experience at it in this particular city than you." She hesitates, then says, "You'll get used to it soon enough. I'm sure of it." She can sense he's not just any human - there's something different about him. But if there's the chance he doesn't know that about himself, she wants to give him the opportunity to find out.

It's pretty unlikely he'd believe her, after all.

Will has a weird relationship with what he is. On the one hand, he enjoys it, the freedom to run and shed his humanity for a little while is nice, even though he's in control of everything he does. There's still a slice of fredom to it.

On the other hand, it's part of what made him interesting to certain parties back home and got him in a fuck load of trouble.

"Well," he says in a slightly amused tone. "It's either adapt or die trying, right?"

"... yes," she says, just a little surprised at the starkness of his statement before her lips quirk up in a smile. "Well, if you know that already, you'll fit in just wonderfully here." She pauses, watching him for another second or so before turning again. "Come on, we're close to a nice place. Are you hungry? I can get you some food."

He hasn't really been considering food but as soon as she mentions it, he feels his stomach lurch forward in eager anticipation. "Food sounds amazing," he admits with a small laugh. "Thank you. For everything."

"Food usually does," she teases. "There's a great Chinese place right on the corner of the block. I'll spot you some noodles. And- there's the hotel." She points at the building as it comes into sight - a respectable looking place, if a little small.

Ned had been closing up for the night, still not quite used to actually working for someone else. At least the English were not so much for touching all of the time which kept him in a far more relaxed mood than he had been back in America. No one questioned the relationship between him and Chuck and their constant state of avoidance. He is also looking forward to getting the money now to get a place to live more permanently while he waits. Hotels were nice but an actual flat where he didn't have people going through the place while he was away would be far more preferable.

He still had manners however or assumed he was doing so as he hurried ahead of the other man to just get the door. "Best get in before it starts to rain, right?" He was not good at small talk. He was good with big talk or people that initiating the conversation with him, preferably involving a food order.

He blinks, then laughs a little, not finding the joke as humorous as the situation itself. "Yeah,"
Stepping inside, he offers the slightest of smiles, not quite looking at the other man. "Thanks, I really appreciate this. It's pretty bad out there."

Oh god, what is he even doing here? Now he's going to have to attempt to be a person who does things ike small talk and he has no idea if he has that in him right now.

The tragedy of Will Graham was that he had put one life of horror behind him only to fall into another. While he may not have asked for chaos, it had found him yet again. Instead of a refined gentleman who odd tastes in meats, it had come to him this time in the shape of a thousand year old seventeen year old. Perhaps there was some truth to chaos knowing its own.

The thing that called himself the Nogitsune, named for a dark chaotic fox spirit that fed off the pain of others as some moths did the tears of other creatures, the vampire had stepped into Will's path on accident. Black eyes moved to his face, taking in what was there before drawing a step back.

Hannibal had eaten the flesh. This creature lived on the blood.

"You look lost," he said quietly as if he were a rentboy sizing up a potential customer.

He looks a the boy a moment, pulling his coat around himself. He's not entirely sure what to make of him, of the dark eyes the tone in his voice. It feels off in a way he can't quite describe.

"You could say that," he replies with a small shrug. He keeps himself at arms length, eyes watching a point by the other's head, rather than staring directly at him.

Something seems askew here though, if he's honest with himself, he's been living with that feeling for a while now.

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Test Drive Meme: June 2015

Will Graham | Hannibal | Shapeshifter

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