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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.
James Memon | OC | Werewolf
"Well, fuck." There was a long-suffering sigh, as if he had done this a thousand times by now.
The body is mangled beyond recognition without dental records. It's completely grotesque and James isn't sure if he should be bothered or not that he isn't feeling queasy looking at it just hanging out in the bushes off the park's beaten path.
Business as usual.
He pulled out his phone with efficiency and pressed one of the buttons for speed dial. James preferred phones that had actual keyboards to touch-screens. His fingers weren't small enough for quick typing on the screen.
The ringer only sounded once before someone picked it up with a taciturn greeting. James didn't bother with pleasantries.
"I need a cleaning crew."
And to find whoever did this.
STRAWBERRIES AND CREAM
Dragged out with pack-mates to watch the finals in public wasn't his idea of a day well spent. He had plenty of work to do before the weekend, but some of his pack had actually advanced him into a 'friendship' category since he joined. Apparently that meant forcing him to do things he really, honestly, did not want to do.
Still, even if this was basically kidnapping, the strawberries were good.
James was even starting to forget about work, and when he was asked to go fetch some drinks for everyone he barely complained. Barely.
One thing he wasn't considering was the crowd and how honestly irritating it was that everyone seemed to be completely, willfully blind and kept bumping into him. He can't take one step without knocking shoulders with someone else and it seems that you are the straw that broke the camel's back because the instant he brushes shoulders with you he freezes with measured care, as if counting to ten to calm himself before speaking in with his teeth clenched together.
"Watch it."
FULL MOON
There was a reason the East End wolves had their own territories. It meant that the pack could be safe on full moons. Whereas, those that belonged to packs without formal territory had to figure it out for themselves. Luckily, there were more than a few decades of history for James' pack. A forest in Enfield was the ideal place for James personally. So far he hadn't killed a single person and he'd been coming here for years.
He makes an evening hike of it every full moon, deep into the woods before shedding his clothes and folding them neatly into a plastic bag that he hides in the hollow of a tree. After that, he just lets the change happen. It's sort of a comfort at this point, to let loose every full moon.
As he changes, James is comforted by the knowledge that there shouldn't be anyone out here.
POST FULL MOON
Unfortunately, the full moon also brings its less appealing changes in the morning too. Like a wicked headache and light being almost unbearable. When James gets to moving out of his curled up position on the forest floor, he sees that he's in a little clearing. It's quiet at least, but that doesn't mean he can just stay here and nap the day away - as nice as that sounds.
"Ugh."
His throat feels tight and when he smacks his lips, James can feel hair gathering at the corner of his mouth. Hopefully it's nothing too disgusting. Once he realized he'd eaten roadkill. He couldn't stop flossing for an hour after that. At his side, there's a small, fluffy looking rabbit with it's fur stained red and insides on it's outsides.
"At least it wasn't Bambi," he remarks to himself dryly.
WILDCARD
Go crazy!
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"Better be careful, mate. This one's got all the bite you'd expect from a ging--"
"One more crack abou' my hair, Robbie boy, an' I'll bounce your head off th' bar 'fore I bounce your ass on the pavement," she shoots back. And it's not with a sweet, joking air. No, she actually seems pretty serious about it.
When the man laughs and goes back to his beer, she turns to her new customer, all smiles. Like she didn't just threaten a customer.
"What can I get for ya? Got th' best sausages this side of the Thames. Don' get th' fish, though. No one's got th' heart to tell Colby he can' cook the thing worth a damn."
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However, he had new and better reasons to ignore his sensibilities. Specifically one.
"I'll take your word for it." He says with easy solemnity and a small smile.
"Are they always that charming?"
If so, he didn't think he'd have much in the way of competition.
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If she'd learned any 'advice to never forget,' it was that. If you were going to know someone who at all indicated they might be a headache? Get to know their older brother. Either he'd be a worse ass and you could wash your hands of them, or he'd keep the younger in line.
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He resisted saying 'than I' as much as it pained him to avoid it. If he wanted this girl to actually like him he didn't think being what Van called 'stuffy' would help him out.
"Do older sisters count in this?"
Because that's all he had going for him. A little reality could only help him.
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It's easy to say, and she sounds playful enough when she says it. After all, people don't come to the Jolly Roger for high class cocktails and prim service. They come for the atmosphere, for something a little more rough and tumble. Which is why, on good nights, she can be coaxed (for a pretty penny in tips) onto a table.
Never drunkenly, oh no. Much as she might like to drink, she doesn't on shift. Too much can go down, especially in the back room.
"So, can I get you somethin' t' drink? Least t' start with?"
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"Whiskey on the rocks." James makes sure not to make it a question. He knows what he's ordering. While can drink whiskey, he's more of a fan of girly cocktails. They taste better and get you just as drunk.
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"Whiskey on the rocks."
She set it down and almost immediately rolled her eyes when she heard an argument starting at the bar. Without even waiting to let the bartender try to handle it.
"Oi! You lot shut the fuck up! I don' care what the fuck you're on about this time."
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He's grateful she turns around, because that way he can hide the disgust on his face as he places the drink down. Who even liked whiskey, honestly? It tasted too strongly of alcohol - even worse when you had heightened senses. He could barely taste anything beyond the astringent nature of it. Ice and water were supposed to bring out 'flavors' in whiskey, he knew that much.
The only flavor he was getting was watered down crap.
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"Oi!" She shouted again. "Shut th' fuck up, all of you!"
"Go fuck yourself, Red!" one of the patrons shouted back, obviously way too drunk.
Skip said nothing. Not at first. Instead, she threw something. The first thing she could lay a hand on. It didn't hit him -- it wasn't supposed to. Instead, it hit the wall with enough force to be heard.
"Get the fuck outta here! Y' got ten seconds. If y' don', that's gonna be a bottle meetin' your face 'fore I drag you out!"
Even drunk, the man seemed to know better than to argue with that, and he slunk out like a dog with its tail between its legs.
"That's what I fuckin' thought," Skip muttered as she went to collect the plastic that had chipped off her mobile phone, its screen shattered all to pieces. "Fuckin' bastard. Broke another goddamn phone."
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"Have to do that often?"
He knew he could be heard in the awkward beat of silence between the man letting the door close quietly behind him and the thrum of conversation easily starting back up. Apparently this happened a lot. Enough for regulars to be used to it.
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Which was more than fair. She wouldn't argue about something like that.
"Haven' had t' actually throw a bottle at someone yet, though."
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"Hopefully you can keep your record clean of bottles."
Not that it would take you long to replace the swill this place sells