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thetube2015-06-27 08:41 pm
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Test Drive Meme: June 2015
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.
for vampiracy
Well, it's bound to take your life,--
Yep. No one played anything on the jukebox for a certain amount of time... which meant it was time for the patrons of the Jolly Roger to hear a song they heard once every night that Skip was working. Tonight, with a full moon out... Well. At least there weren't any werewolves around to be offended.
And she's singing along as she picks up the empty glasses from tables and wipes them down. Which might include a few flourishes with the music that are completely unnecessary, but. Hey. She does her work, so she figures she's allowed to have a little fun. Given half the chance and the right music, she'd actually probably be happy to dance (mostly tastefully) on the bar or a table.
She drops off her glasses and reaches into the cooler to grab a beer bottle. One quick motion under the counter opens it, and she takes it to the pool table.]
On the house.
[Because, well, it better be, what with her bringing it to the boss.]
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Well, that's very gracious, isn't it? ( he didn't mind proactively getting him a drink, though, if he's around the pub he'd rather have one than not, and he's not ashamed to ask, but he doesn't mind not having to. he nods at the jukebox, that has been tucked into a corner and has an unfortunate looking toothless buccaneer molded into the plastic. )
Quite a pick, darling. ( he wonders if anyone in the pub is taking it personally, but so far, nobody seems to be. )
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[Of course, she can think of quite a few people, but. Well. None of them are going to be in on the night of the full moon. Not that the possibility of having werewolves in the pub had ever stopped her from playing it before.
And, well, it might not be the most professional thing for a boss to drink in his own place, but it was one beer. He started having more than that, well, she'd start her harpy routine. Not that she'd ever had to. That was more something she had to do with her da.]
I like it.
'Sides, they'd be disappointed if I didn't play it on my shift.
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( she was a bold girl, one of the things he liked about her. perhaps most employers might have a stern word for an employee that had such a quick temper; the pirate in him approved too much of her pluck to really hold it against her. especially considering that temper tended to spark when she was in the right, not the other way around. he'd stand by his employees, he owed them that. they deserved it to keep on when it was far more dangerous than it looked from the outside.
it was quite hard for Killian to overdrink, it amused him more than anything on the rare occasion she cut him off. he'd let her get away with it, but it made him wonder if she wasn't quite aware of what he was. working here, she'd probably learn sooner or later — it wasn't as if she balked from the back room, perhaps she knew more about the supernatural than she let on. )
It is tradition by now, that's true. I hear that number, I know you're around somewhere.
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Gonna miss it.
['You shut up, Red.']
Call me that again, an' you'll be red. Maybe I'll even take out an eye, yeah?
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Listen to the lady or you might be blue, she's being modest.
( true to her prediction, the man missed and scratched along with it, a dark curse escaping him and he threw the cue on the table and stumbled off to a dark corner to likely drink away his shame. )
Now I'll never know how that thrilling game will end.
( well, considering he was nearly to the eight, chances were it'd have ended all right. )