Test Drive Meme: August/September 2016

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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 and canon 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) HOUSE OF FUN. Whether it's your first time in London or you've lived here all your life, you hear that this is the place to be for someone like you. A place to let loose, have fun, and embrace your true nature, whatever that may be.

2) THE LION'S DEN. And this is not the place to be. This is the enemy's camp and if they catch you...

3) IT'S QUICKER IF YOU RUN. So here's the game: you run, they chase. You might even escape, with a bit of luck... or maybe some help.

4) THE GREAT BRITISH BAKE-OFF. Be inspired and make some cupcakes, attend a cake sale, or try home-baking with your friends. Who says supernatural creatures can't have a sweet tooth?

5) SUMMER = BBQ. Another great British tradition: the moment the sun appears, it's time to get out the barbecue and enjoy some slightly-burnt burgers and hotdogs. With summer fading, what are you waiting for?

6) THE CHEMIST. Even creatures of the night occasionally require a visit to the pharmacy. Bit awkward when you recognise a fellow supernatural being waiting for a prescription though...

7) STUCK ON THE TUBE. The Underground would like to apologise for the delay to this service. It's probably a signal failure. Not a supernatural trap or anything, nope.

8) CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE. Anything goes.

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The Artful Dodger | Oliver Twist | ota

[knowntohisfriends]

HOUSE OF FUN
[London has long been the playground of the Artful Dodger, and he weaves in and out of the crowds with an ease and grace that even swans would envy. Being a market day, there are crowds, and they are rich with pickings. He is grinning as he weaves his skill, causing bulging pockets to thin and his own pockets to gain a bit of weight. He doffs his hat at the ladies and gents he passes by and gives a friendly grin]

[Hard to think this boy is a hardened pickpocket of many years when you look at him. He grabs an apple from a cart, polishing it on his sleeve until the skin gleams and bites into it with a laugh in his voice. He tosses a coin to the outraged seller, the laugh breaking through into the world. He jerks his head, the hat ]

Keep yer calm, gotta have me breakfast, ain't I? Most important meal of the day!

[The laugh grows as he bites his thumb at the man, running off into the crowds to hide. There's a lot of lifting to be done - he's got a full day's grafting to be done. Got to bring the goods to Fagin before the end of the day]


STUCK ON THE TUBE
[He didn't like using the Tube. It wasn't that he couldn't graft down there, he could get pickings easily. But the closeness and likelihood of it being delayed meant that anyone who went looking for marks on the tube was likely to end up lifted himself. He'd told the kids, made sure they got it into their skulls that you did not lift on the tube unless you could do it on the way out. And not many of them had the skill. It took a lot of practice to lift in a crowd where people were paying attention to everything and nothing all at once and make sure you weren't one of the nothings they spotted.]

[Dodger knew better than to act when there was a delay though. Delay meant that people actually started to speak to each other, if only to grumble, and then it was all too easy to start finding culprits if something when missing. And that made it boring. He blew the air out of his cheeks, looking around in sheer boredom]

[Honestly, he's kind of hoping this 'delay' isn't a signal failure. At least he wouldn't be bored]


THE LION'S DEN
[It were Fagin's fault he was here, and no mistake. The Dodger wouldn't come into enemy territory, he knew better. Or at least, that's what he would tell anyone who asked. This was Fagin's vague suggestion, sort of. He was dodging a person, keeping close tail an' of course they go into enemy territory. And now he wasn't even darin' to breathe out loud, because he was known as Fagin's boy.]

[Maybe he shouldn't be so loyal]


WRITE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

Lion's Den

[falsify]

[Idly, Eames wonders as he walks whether Fagin's sent one of his kid after him for pettiness or to poach some work or some other, unknown reason that only makes sense to the old miser. (Not that he has any proof it's one of Fagin's boys, but who the fuck else bothers raising kids like this anymore?) It's hardly as if it'd be the first time for either.]

[When he turns onto one of the backstreets through Shoreditch and notes the kid's still following him though, this is either a kid who's desperate or experienced. Maybe even both. It's the only reason he can think of why one would keep tailing him so deep into vampire territory. Eames keeps his body language easy, casual. Like a man who has no idea he's got a pint-sized tail, nor a fae deep in enemy territory.]

[He turns down a side street, walking just that bit too far to be seen from the corner, and waits for this kid to follow. He'll wait a moment before he speaks, just enough for Dodger to realise he's been made.]

Hundreds of years, and the old man still doesn't teach his kids any manners.

Fun fun FUN FUN

[noonementions]

[ Getting anywhere near Fagin's den was going to be a problem now that he was out and he just knew that rat bastard was going to have his guard up. Finding the boys though, that was easy. Easy for him who had been one of them, who knew where to look, and knew how to hunt. He spotted him a while back now and followed, waited until he could reach out and grab Dodger by the back of the collar and pull him out of the way. Talk about a five years gone hello. ]

Shout and I'll tear your fucking throat out.

[ He mutters it loud enough for Dodger to hear--he knows the tricks, he's been him. ]

4

[stauncherhearted]

Plummy and slam! [Nancy pushes the door to the den open, hoping to God that Fagin wasn't in. He wasn't, but she was still greeted with a chorus of young men calling her name. She greeted them all, praising them, and placing a box of Jammy Dodgers on the table for them to devour. growing boys needed their calories.

when that's done, though, she finds a place to sit next to her favorite of the whole lot.]

Got anything pretty for me?

Bill Sikes | Oliver Twist | Werewolf

[noonementions]

[ ooc: worthwhile notes! Was originally one of Fagin's brats, werewolf since 8 years old and kept mostly secret from the Unseelie Court for Fagin's own benefit, but hush-hush notable among humans and supernatural criminals in the area for being violent but also a good thief. Attacked a human in broad daylight near the full moon when when he was 23 sending the Unseelie Court into an uproar about this happening right under their noses, Fagin gives him up entirely. Sent to prison for 5 years. Now he's out, marked as dangerous, and living with Nancy in Circle Midnight territory, aligned with them by being Nancy's familiar. cheers! ]

[OPTION 1 ] HOUSE OF FUN.

[ Five years don't change much in a city like London. Sure, buildings go up, buildings come down, gentrification spreads further south and east but where it matters? In real London? Shit don't change. It's the same piss and vinegar city it's always been. Seeing the outside for the first time in what felt like ten years though, that was different. Not being able to go to his hood, his streets? That stings. Stuck up north with the Witches knowing that Nancy was shacking up with some vampire piece of shit? That don't sting, that burns. He'd grabbed her by the hair when he walked in and could smell it in the room. It smelled like betrayal, and before he did anything else to hurt her he bolted. He found Bullseye that night, stray and battered. The dog looks better now a couple of weeks later, healthier, and Bill lights himself another cigarette as he waits for Bullseye to take a piss. It's walkies time in North London, for one werewolf thug and his new best friend. ]


[ OPTION 2 ] THE LION'S DEN.

[ Bill Sikes is a veritable pick n mix of personality flaws. One particularly nasty one, aside from the temper and penchant for violent outbursts, is his inability to take a warning for what it is. Five long years in lock up to come out with the damn Unseelie Court telling him he can't come back to his own home? That's a load of bullshit. He should be more careful, but even with five years out he still has contacts in his business, and most of them are down south of the river.

He's not there on the very edge of Unseelie territory to start trouble, he's there to do business, waiting for an old fence to walk by on his way home. Trouble though, does tend to find him.]

[OPTION 3] SUMMER = BBQ

[ First full moon out of lock up, and Nance was hoping to keep him locked up again. Even if he'd begrudgingly agreed to it, when the moment came it didn't matter. He could have woken up curled around the love of his goddamn life but he didn't. He'd needed to get out, clawed and crashed his way back into the world, and woke up somewhere green. Stark fucking naked and in a bush like he was a fucking teenager again. There's blood on his tongue (not his, not Nancy's and not the fucking dog's so aside from that he don't give a shit to be honest), but the smell wafting through the air is....meat. Cooked meat, and he's starved. He ate something in the night but not enough. Cracking his neck and his back in three places, Bill spits blood out onto the grass before lumbering his way out of his privacy bush. ]

[OPTION 4] PICK YOUR OWN ADVENTURE!

1

[stauncherhearted]

[Its great, having Bill back. it's awful, because Cooper, but this is Bill. He's the love of her damn life and being without him for five years was too much. He was good to her, he didn't have anything to prove. Life had shuffled into a small bit of a routine, and she doesn't hate it.

Nancy had ducked out to run to the market, pick up a new bottle of gin for the two of them, when she spots Bill and his new pup walking ahead. Picking up her pace she slides in next to him as he waits for the dog to pee.]

Can I get one?

4

[stauncherhearted]

They'll heal. [Nancy is sure if it, and she can work some literal magic, but she isn't speaking with confidence just yet. It's almost pleading as she places a hand over them. Don't get mad, Bill. The bites come with the territory. With working with vampires for years. she tried to hide them from other clients, but keeping a glamor up all the time was exhausting. So at home, she let her scars and marks show.

He'll notice the marks on her inner thigh soon enough, too. That was a particularly enjoyable vein for a lot of her clients to feed from. She wouldn't voulenteer the information, though. Right now, she just needed to keep her temper tantrum werewolf calm.]

If you want someone to blame, we both know who that man is. [redirect his anger. perfect.]

4

[knowntohisfriends]

[He wasn't sure as to what scheme he was being brought in on, and that was more than a bit annoying. He'd always been told to what he was getting up to, and he was never the stool. Not anymore. He glanced at Sikes, arms crossed and gives a sniff. There's sheer cheek in the look that he gives the man, but to Dodger, the lack of information he's been given is cheek as well. It ain't like he was a kid. ]

Don't see why you couldn't have gotten some brat to do this. I was busy graftin', go pick up one of the kids who ain't got the knack yet. I ain't some kid lookin' to learn, I've got my skills.

... What's the job, anyway?

2

[falsify]

[WOULDN'T IT BE ANNOYING IF THOSE TWO ISSUES WERE ONE AND THE SAME.]

[They're not-- Eames doesn't fence for people he doesn't know, not anymore. But boy wouldn't that be fun.]

[He does, however, have certain responsibilities. Lord of Autumn, etc. etc. And with an absentee Winter and royals who couldn't care less about the mortal realm, it means he's the one they come to with their petty complaints. "That werewolf's back" "oh, you have to tell him he's not allowed here!" Eames doesn't give a shit. Let him do what he wants, and if he gets too rowdy then put him down. It's not like being one of Fagin's fuckups grants him any special privileges.]

[But he has to at least pretend to care, and so he tracks the wolf down. He's not hard to find. Straight back to old habits by the sound of it. Sorry Bill, there's a bit of a delay with that fence of yours — busted nose, you know how it goes — but Eames is here with a bored look on his face and a large americano from Costa. (The coffee's not great but he's a real sucker for those textured cups.)]

That guy you're waiting for-- Steve? Dave? [Maybe he should've asked.] He's not going to be making it.

Rorschach | Watchmen | Ghost

[moralabsolutism]

2) The Lion's Den

This was bad. He'd wandered into a territory where some fae were holding a meeting. Once they had sensed his presence, they were just itching to devour the ghost's soul. One of them had mentioned his anger and rage as being particularly delectable.

Panicked, Rorschach teleported, attempting to get back to the spot where he'd died, which was clear on the other side of the city. Instead, he made it about three square blocks, reappearing with the fae still hot on his trail. This was such an irony. When he'd been alive, he would have faced all three of them and probably taken then apart piece-by-piece. Now he couldn't do anything but run. Will you help a poor masked ghost out?

4) The Great British Bake-Off

Sometimes Rorschach forgets things about when he was alive. Breathing and sleeping were just distant, thirty year old memories at this point. They were there, but getting quite fuzzy. But one thing that had remained was the memory of sugar. He could still remember how each sugar cube had tasted when he would unwrap them individually and crunch them down.

Someone in Hillingdon was making brownies. The kitchen was his usual haunt (pun intended) anyway and his longing for the sweets had caused him to manifest. The ghost that looked faceless was sitting in a chair and staring so intently at the oven it was a wonder he didn't burn a hole right through it. He'd have made a pact with the devil himself if he could have just one bite.

7) Stuck On The Tube

Rorschach was wandering around the Underground, more out of boredom than anything else. That's what everyone failed to mention happened when they died: the sheer amount of nothing to do. He could only sit around, trying to get himself to manifest before he had to give up. The only other thing to do was wander around London and sulk.

Then the public transport system lurched to a halt. That wouldn't have been unusual to the ghost, but there was a prickling on the back of his neck that felt familiar. Rorschach had always trusted his instincts and they told him that there was something supernatural at work here. This could be very bad for the whole train, let alone himself.

He looked for anyone on the train who could help. Willing himself into existence took a great deal of effort, but he managed. Approaching the nearest person, the masked ghost spoke in a rough, gravelly growl, a voice that sounded like he hadn't spoken in years. "Something is wrong."

8)Choose Your Own Adventure

Want to run into the bitter, angry ghost of a hunter who's been dead for over thirty years anywhere doing anything? He's tentatively found hanging the site of his death (now a parking lot) or Hillingdon territory. We can plot something out!

4

[anniesgonemad]

Annie's not paying attention to the ghost in the chair. She's lost in her own little world, as she so often is, humming tunelessly. The oven's on, and the brownies are getting closer to ready. Right now, all she's got to do is clean up while they bake.

Still humming, she turns towards the fridge, the carton of eggs in her hands. It's then that she notices she's not alone, with a gasp. The eggs fall from her grasp, clattering to the floor.

"Shoot!" She swears, "I'm- I didn't know you were here. Sorry."

7 -- Arthur Shelby, Peaky Blinders (Meta Human)

[letsbloodydoit]

Arthur lurched with the train, a graceless jolt that had him nearly toppling onto an elderly woman. He caught himself easily enough though, running a hand through his hair and scowling toward the front of the train. Shit like this only happened when some supernatural moron was trying to make a name for themselves. Which was so often, he was surprised the Night Council wasn't pretending to do something about it.

"That's bloody obvious," he murmured in response to the voice, pulling himself to a standing position. His gaze shifted to take in the man who had spoken, or the mask he was wearing at least. "What the fuck are you?"

ander elessedil | the shannara chronicles | seelie fae

[partybro]

house of fun

[ander had decided to screw responsibility once before, but that was in the other realm. but the people of this realm had taken it to a completely new level. supernaturals and humans in the know mingled here together. and while it's a bit of a culture shock, even for him, he still takes whatever strange drink gets handed to him and sits down. give him a minute to stop being an awkward tourist.]

lion's den

[dad hadn't sent him to england for nothing. back at home, they'd heard rumblings of vampires rising to power and territory disputes, of the fae of london not being able to keep control in the way they used to. the court back at home needed to know whether or not they should send in reinforcements (babysitters) if the fae of london needed help (were incompetent). as surprised as he was that his father sent him, he's starting to wonder if this wasn't a great way to keep him away from home and away from power disputes about the throne. he didn't really care, arion was welcome to be king when their dad died. less problems for him.

but the truth is he does take the matter seriously, which is why he's now encroaching on vampire territory. he's not certain vampires are even the biggest problem for the fae here; london is already proving to be a mess of political problems. but it's vampires he's investigating, and he'd really like to not become their prey tonight.

here's hoping.]

summer bbq

[how ander managed to get invited to anyone's summer bbq is still beyond him, but he's here anyway. he's even managed to find vaguely-human looking clothes for the occasion! If "vaguely human" means hawaiian shirt and shorts with flip flops. Someone figured out google and googled bbq and this is clearly the correct attire for this. right???]

It's nice weather, isn't it?

[nailed it.]

bbq obvs

[allpoints]

[ Unlike his bro, Arion has no interest in blending in though he looks even more out of place with his pointy ears and biker jacket-armor uniform. But you know, fae magic. It's not like the weather bothers him any. ]

This is a waste of time.

[ Someone's pissy that they got sent away while dad does his druid stuff :| ]

house of fun - you were probably expecting Natasha

[withoutprice]

[Angela isn't out for fun. She's out looking for bargains—making deals. That's what she does. In particular, she's looking for a hunt. A place like this, she knows what to look for—what she finds is something entirely different.

She moves into place beside the prince, tall and imposing.]

Highness. [Perfunctorily. Angela does not project respect.] I wasn't aware you were in London.

lion's den

[thelittlemerman]

[Finnick's only just been getting back into the swing of things, and sometimes that means going on a little patrol to make sure the fae of his court aren't misbehaving, despite the fact that it brings him closer to the vampires than he'd like. Vampires he still feels like he can handle; it's the witches he's avoiding for now.]

[In any case that's how he finds Ander, and something about him feels... new. Finnick can't put his finger on it, but it makes him stop, to ask a question in that lazy voice he knows is enticing to the right person.]

Where do you think you're going?

Daylen Amell || Dragon Age || CHANGELING: OTA!

[magewarden]

1) HOUSE OF FUN.

Daylen has no idea what he's doing.

He's young in both fae terms and human terms, and his experience of London is minimal to say the least. He was raised in Cumbria, and this is all rather a culture shock.

Admittedly, if he had been raised at all normally it might be less so, but that he has little control over. He's decided to come here, to the home of the Night Council, to better understand why people dislike his kind so heavily. London is certainly a hive of supernatural activity -- he can feel it all around him! -- but that doesn't make knowing where to begin at all clear. With territory belonging to fae? With somewhere more neutral?

If he looks a little dizzy as he regards the map on the wall of the station it's because he feels it.


2) THE LION'S DEN.

Daybreak territory is a little more hostile than he'd anticipated. Daylen can suppress his magic a little when he shape-shifts, but not entirely. People know what he is, and after being raised by witches he'd rather hoped witches might at least listen to him a little.

Instead, he's starting to feel somewhat like a mouse that has walked into a room full of cats.

"Please," he begins to say, and his voice is steady and yet plaintive. "Perhaps we might all sit down and discuss things?"

The witches around him do not look inclined to discuss much of anything.

3) IT'S QUICKER IF YOU RUN.

Of course, witches aren't the only problem.

As soon as Daylen successfully leaves Daybreak territory he finds he's picked rather a poor direction to go.

Vampires.

He's never met a vampire in his life, and now he's having to flee one.

On the bright side, being an expert at shape-shifting comes in handy when fleeing like this. He's taken the shape of a small black cat and is currently shooting along an alleyway to try and lose the creatures following him. In a pitched battle he has no idea how he'd do, but he'd rather not chance it. Turning into a bear in the middle of London seems unwise and all his spells are too noisy or showy. Lightning in a backstreet? Oh, of course no-one would notice that.

He nearly careens around into someone as he corners too quickly.

8) CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE!

1

[thelittlemerman]

Oh god, not this again. Finnick's seen the blank stare of many a young supernatural in London and it never fails to annoy him. They've done a good job of keeping their presence secret and it's always a pain when someone almost screws it up, so he takes it upon himself to approach the changeling and stare at the map for a minute, turning to look at him with a lazy but disdainful face.

"Lost?"

[ 2 ]

[magitian]

The glare of some witches only intensify at his suggestions. They're clearly uninterested in listening to what he has to say. The eldest of them, marked by her silver hair and the deep lines on her proud face, steps forward and seems to be reaching for something in her coat. Whatever it is - a phone, a wand, a mirror or whatever - will never be known.

Because then there's the sudden sound of someone clapping their hands. Loud and with bold emphasis.

Some heads turn, expressions change. Most of the witches look on chagrin and surprise at the source of the noise as she steps into full view.

With her pinned up hair and her sweet smile, the woman seems harmless enough in her smart buttoned up coat and sensible heels. Nothing really hints as to why the witches look so exasperated or annoyed at her intrusion. Unfazed by this, she clasps her hands together after she is certain that the group is (mostly) paying attention to her now.

"I'm inclined to agree with the new one," she says, sounding at her most genteel and at her most polite. Her hooded eyes warm with kindness and- Mischief? "Why not let them say their piece? I mean- So far they've been nothing but polite. They said 'please' sincerely and everything. Quite a change from certain figures, don't you think?"

It is here that she inclines her head in his direction. Perhaps hinting that it is now time to speak up.

3

[linshiral]

Cats bounding around the streets aren't much of a thing to pay attention to honestly, if Lyna stopped to pet every cat she saw running around London she'd never get anywhere.

This one, however, practically runs right into her shins and Lyna yelps in surprise. Stumbling a little as she rights herself without stepping on it.

"What's got you all spooked, hm?" She doesn't crouch, but she does bend over to look at the cat. Feeling magic on it, (thanks dad, for the weakest meta-human powers ever,) but she assumes that means the cat belongs to a witch or something. "Is something chasing you?"

Liadan Waters | The Sevenwaters Trilogy | OTA

[defy_the_stars]

8. Near Kensington Palace

Liadan stood by the palace gates, looking at the building. It was strange to see it in person rather than on television. She of course knew a fair amount of its history, particularly since she'd been reading up on the city.

She wasn't sure about the decision to move her. Bran said it would be safer than back home but it was still very urban. Much more people and much fewer trees than she was used to. But that could bring opportunities too, especially for Johnny. And she had the seed of an idea of what she could do as well.

Liadan looked down at her watch. She was supposed to be meeting a hunter here, someone Bran knew from the area. She'd arrived early and now he was late. But she wasn't in a rush and it was a nice day, so she patiently waited for him to make himself known.

[reticence]

Faolan is running late. He would have called ahead to have let her know so if he had had her contact information. Or possibly even just sent her a text. But he's never spoken to the woman in his life, and something tells him that Bran wouldn't exactly take kindly to the idea of him trying to weedle his wife's mobile number out of him now, not even if he does know that they have an appointment. He had set it up after all.

It isn't as though he doesn't have a good reason for it. He has responsibilities as Head of Hillingdon Clan to his clan members. He has responsibilities as Guardian to the Night Council. And he is being relatively slow at all of that because he made the stupid mistake of going out on a night hunt by himself and getting himself injured. It's not too bad, all things considered. He could have gotten himself killed, after all. But it's a nasty gash all across the back of his shoulder that is just a bit too much for him to take care of medically.

He could go to Lancelot, but there are personal reasons he's avoided mentioning it to the other man as well. Personal reasons, including the fact that he had acquired it hunting down and exterminating the last of the vampires that had kidnapped him. The ones that they had spared in the first raid on that house they had been keeping him in. Not only might the other man be disappointed in him -- when was he not, as far as Faolan was concerned -- but it would bring up painful memories for Lancelot and be a further demonstration of a side of Faolan himself that he didn't want Lancelot to really dwell on. And being too stubborn to go to the hospital...

Well, being too stubborn to go to the hospital, Bran had spotted the weakness in him immediately. And after a brief argument about Faolan's logic, had finally arranged for this meeting with his wife. A healer, or so the other man had said. Faolan had yet to determine as much for himself. But some help was better than none at all, he supposes, as he approaches a slight, pretty woman outside Kensington Palace who seems to be wondering where her appointment might be and ventures, "You wouldn't happen to be waiting for anyone in particular, would you?" His voice is surprisingly soft and pleasingly lilting, in its own Belfast Irish way, for a man who looks as gruff as Faolan does himself.

Jason Schuyler | Anita Blake | Shapeshifter | OTA

[pomme_de_sang]

House of Fun

London's a long way from North Carolina, but that's one of the things that it had going for it. Other things it had going for it? A long way from his father, a long way from anybody else who had his face...

...And a nightlife scene to die for.

Clubbing wasn't exactly new to Jason. He had gone to college for a little bit, at least, and even if there hadn't been a LOT of clubbing around the university, there'd been enough for him to have some clothes. So he was making his way between clubs, dressed in a sleeveless mesh shirt, leather pants and boots, his hair glittering from the mousse he'd put through it before leaving Daryl's place. Right now, he needed to cut loose a little bit.


Stuck on the Tube

Since, technically, he wasn't supposed to be looking for work, Jason was spending a little time doing the tourist thing. And the fastest way to DO the tourist thing, he'd found, was the Tube.

At least, it was the fastest way most of the time. At the moment, the train he was on was stopped somewhere on the Circle Line between Tower Hill and Monument, thanks to a 'signal fault'.

Sighing, he reached into his bag to pull out a paperback. "At least I was warned this sort of thing could happen," he said aloud, not really expecting a response. Londoners didn't seem to do that much.


Choose Your Own Adventure

Feel like running into a pocket-sized wolf shapeshifter that's fairly new to London and aren't feeling the other prompts? Hit him with your best shot! (Just...let it be a shot of tequila or something. He could probably use that.)

House of Fun

[baisant]

While Jean-Claude did own what was technically a club, it was not the attendees who came to dance. And there were times when the vampire, however old he is, however much standing he has in the community itself, just needs to get out on the town and enjoy himself. And not as a vampire might. Certainly not a vampire in the current climate of things. Jean-Claude is more apt to find himself a dance club and a good time, happening to satiate his hungers in the process, rather than satiating his hunger through other means.

Which is why he finds himself at this particular club. Somewhere he can be anonymous, where he can find himself a good time and blend in. Insofar as much as a 600-year-old vampire dressed in leather pants and a silk shirt in the middle of a bunch of mostly 20-year-olds in hardly any clothes and a whole lot of glitter can do. Speaking of... On this particular night, Jean-Claude happens to have his eyes set on one in particular.

"Forgive me for asking," he tones as he slides up beside the younger man and flashes him one of his best smiles, "but you are new here, yes? I would remember seeing you here before." He is obviously appreciative of the vision before him. In his own sort of smarmy yet handsome and he knows it Frenchman sort of way.

Peter Bishop | Fringe | OTA (Human for now, not decided)

[consultingbishop]

Stuck on the Tube

Riding the Picadilly line is awkward. Riding the Picadilly line with luggage, even moreso.

And, yet, here Peter Bishop is, fresh off a flight from Boston, riding the Tube from Heathrow Terminal 5 to Holborn. A nice, hour-long ride, if the power hadn't failed between Acton Town and Hammersmith.

"Attention all passengers, we are currently experiencing a mild technical difficulty with the power line. Please be patient as engineers have been dispatched to investigate. Transport for London apologise for the inconvenience caused."

Amongst the tutting from the London regulars, Peter sighs, putting his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. He didn't really need this. He was jet-lagged to hell and just wanted to sleep.

When he opens them, he spots someone staring at him from the corner of his eye. When he looks, they stop.

He frowns, settling further into his seat/

It's Quicker if you Run

Okay, so maybe straying too far into the less reputable London districts was a bad idea at four in the morning. Regardless, it has Peter Bishop getting his daily cardio in.

He's dodging from alleyway to alleyway, keeping to the shadows, trying to keep any sounds he makes to a minimum. Lucky he's pretty fit... and used to escaping from hairy situations back home.

If he can just make it to the next district...

Stuck on the Tube

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl did not often use the Tube, since he had his own transportation. But with the recent change over of Hounslow going from Redbright to Hillingdon control, part of his patrols were better served riding through a round. He'd been on the train since before it hit the airport and had been planning on switching over to the District line at Acton Town. But he'd missed his stop because of a group of Redbright Students taking pictures of him. And he didn't want them following him from station to station and finding out where he lived. It was bad enough they already knew where he worked.

The power going out just made things all the worse. Now he was stuck in the same car as the wannabe papparazzi with only the auxiliary power and their cameras to light up the space. Maybe if he could hide somewhere...

Not many outside the kids were looking at him. With the power like it was, he might be able to get away with transforming and ducking under a seat. But he'd need a place to keep himself hidden once he did so. There were a couple people with bags, but only one with any significant number. Guy had gotten on at the airport. Looked like he was staying someplace a while.

And shit, the asshole caught him looking. Well now that wouldn't work. He'd be paying attention now.

Grumbling and at this point just trying to keep his head down and out of any decent photos, Daryl stood up and moved over to sit next to him. Leveled a glare at the students, and muttered a grumbly, "this seat taken?" His accent was very much American. Very much Southern. And very noticeable.

Edward Kenway | Assassin's Creed | Ghost

[stolenrobes]

2 (ish?)

Edward Kenway is not really fond of the idea of strangers tromping around his mansion. They tend to be the sort of undesierable he used to hunt down and get rid of in the city, especially when they start to have plans for it. He hadn't minded the 'rehabilitation' efforts of Night Ladies that had happened during the Ripper's days, and while he hadn't really liked the bit of time it had been a hospital that was at least a bit of fun to mess with the orderlies on. But whatever these 'developers' have in mind isn't sitting right with him, and Edward is doing what he does best.

He's making a fuss.

There's been news of... happenings in the old building on Queen Square. Glasses shattering, doors slamming, pens having the ink stick removed, alcohol bottles going empty. A few people swear they have seen a man glaring at them from doorways, and others have heard angry muttering.

When someone of actual supernatural nature shows up, Edward is all too happy to manifest in the foyer. "About damn time someone competent showed up."

5

The part of this whole barbeque buisiness that Edward actually enjoys is the beers passed around, and telling stories of his pirate days to anyone who's willing to listen. Or even just telling them to those who can't hear him while he pretends to have a beer along with them.

"People these days, cookin' outside because it's fun. Perfectly good oven inside, but here they are burning stuff an' eating it anyway. Mind you, I think I'd rather iguana than hot dogs." He comments, amused.

Chose your own pirate adventure?

2

[freelife]

This was not the first time Evie set foot in Kenway's mansion. She'd broken in a few times before over the years, but this is the first time she's walking through the front door. Apparently someone working on the new development was reporting strange goings on. While normally this perhaps would have been a Hillingdon sort of problem, the fact that it was Edward Kenway's home was what drew Evie in.

The vampire enters, and is only in the front hall for a few moments, getting her bearings once more, when she sees Kenway.

Yes, she recognizes him and knows exactly who he is. "Edward Kenway, I thought it was going to be you."

Mallorie "Mal" Cobb | Inception | Ghost

[malveillante]

[One of the powers I plan for Mal is making people hear a spinning top when she is around, so feel free to use that if you want.]

5. Summer = BBQ

Mal remembered summer barbecues, spending the day with the kids and Dom in the sun. Those were such sweet times. It seemed so long since then, twenty years at least. She was alone now, just her in a crowd where no one could see her. She laughed and spun around, arms going through people. Sometimes they seemed to notice, going cold. Others just go on their merry way, oblivious.

She stops, suddenly feeling lonely. She peers around into the crowd, looking for someone who might know her, might see her, might acknowledge that she is still here.

8. Outside the Savoy Hotel

Mal came here often, on dark days and light. There were so many memories in this place and being here always made her feel so strong. She could make more people see her here than anywhere else, unless she was near Dom. But he was away, far away. She felt the distance as it made her ebb and flow with it. Which is why she needed to come back to this place.

She crept along the hallways, following housekeeping. It was always interesting to see what they would find in abandoned rooms. She blew on the neck of the maid on duty today and smiled when the hairs on the woman's neck immediately stood up. It was always good to feel real.

After, she wandered through the lobby, curious about who today's guests would be. She knew that her room was empty right now. She wanted to know who would stay there next.

Savoy Hotel

[dontsmoke]

Murphy and Connor didn't exactly stand out in the light crowd. Too many people coming and going for them to be anything more than a mental footnote. At least not until they started walking. Dressed the same from head to toe in dark jeans, black turtlenecks, and black peacoats, it was their manner of appearance as it was the way they walked in perfect sync. Right feet hitting the ground at the same time, left leaving it to move forward. Both carried a small bag in their right hands and their left was tucked into their pockets. While they didn't share the same face, they still gave off the impression of twins that had more than a few of the others around pausing to watch them for a moment before mentally shrugging and going about their business. Not quite memorable enough for anything beyond that once they stepped into the elevator.

Sure they were alone, but also not quite sure about the amount of cameras that might be around, Murphy looked over at his brother with a worried gaze. Connor looked back at him, pulled his left hand out of his pocket, and clapped him on his shoulder, "It'll work out."

Murphy blinked a couple times before nodding and looking down, "Aye. You have the room key?"

"Of course," Connor let his hand slip away to fish the card out with a smile, "Such a pity. Maid we passed is gonna wonder where she dropped it."