thetube | Test Drive Meme: April-May 2017

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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) STRANGE TOWN. So this is London. You're in the underbelly of the city, the shadow of the Underground where the vampires and the ghosts and other strange creatures come out to play. Still, at least the Tube staff take it all in stride.

2) NO ONE CARES. You're out on the streets and you're in trouble. Maybe you don't have a bed for the night, maybe you're injured and in need of aid, maybe you just missed your train. But that's the thing about big cities: people walk past. They don't listen. They don't help. Will some kind soul take note of your plight?

3) DON'T BE WEIRD. You may not be quite an ordinary human, but that doesn't mean you can't do your shopping or order a coffee, right? No accidental magic, no letting your fangs show or whatever supernatural appendages you've got going on. Just act normal.

4) WEAR THE RIGHT CLOTHES. You're at a fancy event with black ties and finger food. Fund raising for some supernatural cause or other? Better look smart.

5) FIND A FRIENDLY FACE. Go to one of the local supernatural haunts and sit down for a well-earned drink with a friend. You earned it.

6) BURN IT UP. (1st May) The fire festival of Beltane is a time of celebration for witches, marking the beginning of summer. Come along to the bonfire for music, food and drink, flower crowns and fertility rituals.

7) LOOK IN THE MIRROR. (1st May) Beltane is also a time when the barrier between the human world and the Other Realm is at its thinnest, making it easy to pass from one realm to the other by chance. You might even have an encounter with the mysterious and mischievous fae.

8) CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE. Anything goes.

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"Fuck you!" Yes, Ghoul, curse at a child. That's a fantastic way to start the morning.

If it makes her feel any better, it's not like he's really cursing at her, just. More at the situation. He follows it up with a firm, "No," planting his hands on his hips in a Very Disapproving way as he shoots a quick glare down at the dog. How dare she try to push her annoying stray off on him? He doesn't deserve this.

"I already played puppy-magnet a few months ago, and I ain't up for bein' a doggie daycare again. This one's all you, short-stack."

It's hardly the first time she's been cursed at, if she's being honest. Her former caretakers had dropped expletives in the same vein of others would say hello. She's still taken aback for a moment. Her binge of British movies before the move tricked her in thinking the English would be a little more polite.

"I'm not that short," she lies, straightening to to try to look a height more appropriate to a teenager. It takes another moment for the rest to catch up with her and she stops tussling with the dog to fix the newcomer with a look.

It'd probably be more effective if she didn't have to tilt her head back to properly look at him.

"I ain't askin' you to take care of it, just tryin' to get him to go away." She takes a step back, trying to keep her balance under the weight of the mutt currently trying to claw up her thighs. She eyes Ghoul. "But ya know, you look like you could be a dog person."

Hah. Polite. He hasn't lived here long enough to catch that illness.

He's probably immune to that one, actually.

Ghoul just smirks as she tries to puff herself up. She's not that much smaller and she has the advantage of still growing, but he's nevertheless pleased to see that he does, in fact, tower over her. By a whole few inches. Whatever, it counts. "Yeah, you're real funny," he comments dryly. Of course he looks like a dog person. Probably smells like one too, considering he kind of is a dog.

But he's not a mom-dog. He'll be damned if he has a bunch of stray pets trailing after him like ducklings. "Looks like he likes you more. Y'know dogs are all extra-perceptive and shit, yeah? You got somethin' that he's tuned in to, I ain't got the authority to argue with that." He does, actually. But he won't. "Tell him to sit, I bet he'd do it."

She wrinkles up her nose, arms crossing over her chest. She'd like to argue that she's hilarious, actually. But she doesn't know this guy from Adam, and starting a fight over something petty her first week in the city is a bad idea.

Probably.

"I know I got somethin' he's interested in." The second worst part of being a wolf, after all the nastiness with the full moon. It was cute at first, but being a pet magnet was quickly getting annoying. "Doesn't make me interested back."

She looks between him and the dog. Right, people trained animals to listen all the time. Not something she'd had much experience with. The only animals she ever tried to bring home as a kid where stray cats that clawed up her arms when they realized she was dragging them toward a den instead of food.

"Sit?" She asks the dog, looking back to Ghoul before seeing if the creature is going to comply. "Get close enough to let him have a sniff and he'll probably listen to you a lot better."

Oh, god. That's not the best she can do, is it? That's a tragedy. He steps forward, waving a hand in her direction. "No, look, you're doin' it all wrong. You gotta tell it, not ask it." Ghoul stands next to the girl, facing the dog. They look at each other for a second or two before he gives it a stern, "Sit."

It's a good command and all. But the dog just stands there, staring up at the both of them with a happy face and a slowly wagging tail.

Ghoul frowns. "Okay, well, that dog's an asshole. But that's how you gotta do it, see?"

She takes a step back, glad to give the floor over. Having him deal with the dog had pretty much been her plan anyway. Except there's apparently no dealing with this pooch. The poor thing still looks like its found a new best friend and that makes her reconsider her idea of just walking off while Ghoul argued with it.

"And what am I supposed to do if they're assholes? Leg it?" She gives the shop a forlorn glance. It looks like she wasn't getting any overpriced sugary drinks today. "I didn't move here to feed the strays or improve my cardio."

It's hard for Ghoul to shrug while he leans over and presses down on the dog's butt to encourage it to sit, but he manages well enough. "That's what I do." It sounds like something that should be a joke, but no. He has actually run from tag-along dogs before. Desperate times call for desperate measures, okay.

When he succeeds in getting the dog in to the position he wants, he pops back up looking all pleased with himself. "There. Fuckin' perfect." Maybe one day she, too, will become an incredibly gifted dog whisperer like Ghoul.

"What'd you move here for?"

"No way. You just spend all that time runnin'?" She presses her lips together, trying to keep from laughing at the mental image of the man being chased by mutts. Maybe a chihuahua or two.

She fails to hide the snickering.

She looks down at the dog, sitting there beating it's tail against the ground. She takes a testing step back, pleased when the dog stays still. She turns a grin to Ghoul. "Guess I owe you one."

"Maybe I wanted a change of scenery from the desert," Girl says.

"You go on and laugh all you want. Ain't gonna be so funny when I end up bein' the fastest motherfucker around here." His deceptively short legs won't stop him from being the speediest. It's pretty ridiculous looking as it's happening, but he refuses to be stalked all day by tiny dogs in sweaters. Again.

The girl's pet problem seems to be taken care of. Still, he figures he might as well load up on about 7,000 mgs of caffeine while he's here. Ghoul slides past her as he says, "Can't blame you, the desert's been shit lately," and slips inside the building. He considers letting the door swing shut after him, but he ends up holding it open. For her. How nice. "You still wantin' in here, or what?"

She takes that as permission and keeps giggling under her breath. He's kinda of ridiculous. She kind of likes it. "Go right on ahead with that. Rest of us will stick cars and shit. See who gets outta dodge quicker."

She hurries after and around him into the building, nodding. She's not sticking around outside when there's coffee to be had. Girl takes a moment to breath in the scent of fresh grounds before she speaks, eyeing him a little more sharply. "Been shit for a while, if ya ask me."

She wiggles her wallet out from her back pocket, flipping through it slowly. "And what do you know 'bout the desert?" She's trying to give off an air that she doesn't care what he says, but she can't help but feel suspicious and surely it shows on her face.

Cars are all well and good, but she's forgetting something about the city: traffic. Ghoul grins to himself, keeping that ace up his sleeve for the time being because he's a dirty little cheater like that.

He hums noncommittally at her question, shoving his hands in his pockets and pretending to study the menu. "I used to watch the travel channel all the fuckin' time, I know a lot about the desert." He watches her out of the corner of his eye, and after a couple seconds he adds, "And I guess I kinda lived in one for a while. Lotta birds out there, though." It's something that would sound like utter nonsense to someone unfamiliar with Crows. Luckily, he doesn't mind coming across as weird to strangers.

The kid probably doesn't know what he's talking about anyway- there's actually quite a bit of desert in North America, which is just fine by him. It's nothing but nasty business.

"TV wouldn't tell ya 'bout half what really goes on anywhere." For one, their kind are conveniently left out of the nature documentaries. "Yeah? Where 'bouts?"

Even if he'd lived near home, it didn't have to mean anything. Many visited the region without having a clue as to what really went on there. Even people liked them could feasibly live there without hearing the rumors, let alone having an encounter for themselves. Maybe he just really likes talking about the wildlife.

"Plenty," she says, openly staring now. Chances are slim that someone she found halfway across the world would had run-ins with BLI's cronies too. But she's dealt with worse odds. "Most weren't worth worryin' over. 'cept that damn crow infestation. Makes it worth crossin' a sea to get away from 'em."

"Yeah, we had 'em bad in California," he says, frowning thoughtfully. He could be wrong. It could be a complete coincidence, but it certainly sounds like she's from the same sort of situation he'd come from. If she's willing to cross an entire ocean to get away, then maybe things are getting even worse. It's a little worrying- he hasn't even been gone that long.

He's got his own sources to check in with, though. No need to hassle a babyfaced teenager for information.

However, he has no problem hassling one for his own entertainment. Ghoul clears the troubled look off his face and glances over at her, an eyebrow arched in a questioning way. "They let thirteen year old kids fly outta the country by themselves now?" Fine, maybe he's fishing for information. Just a little bit.

"Tryin' to claw into Nevada, last I heard," Girl says darkly. Not far yet, she'd lived too close to the state border to say that. But any growth could be dangerous, for all she'd seen from the group.

The jab at her age isn't what she expects when the conversation starts on a dark turn. It startles a snort out of her, even as it makes her frown.

"I'm not a kid." Spoken like a child, pout and all. "I'm fifteen. Didn't come by myself either. I wasn't the only person wantin' to leave."

Any growth is dangerous, which is why he makes a face like he's seen something disgusting when she says it, but he keeps his comments to himself. They're nothing but vulgar words, anyhow. Between them and this business with Samantha, he may end up spontaneously combusting from anger.

At least the kid gets him to crack a smile, what with her whiny denial. "Fifteen? God damn, you sure don't need to be gettin' anything from in here. Shit'll stunt your growth. You wanna be a runt forever?" Like he's one to talk.

Part of her wants to press it. Ask what he knows, ask if it's why he's here. But it feels like a loaded topic for strangers, and too sensitive for a crowded coffee shop surrounded by normal people. There'll be time for that later, if they run into each other again.

"You're gettin' some," she points out, surly. She didn't have much of a problem with her height, she still might be lucky enough for a growth spurt, but she hated being a kid to everyone. "They give kids younger than me soda. How's coffee gonna hurt?"

He knows the feeling. He's definitely got more questions to ask, although they'll have to wait. Possibly once they're out of here. He's considering walking her to wherever she needs to be, partly due to his own curiosity and partly due to concern. If she's still new around here, then she won't know what areas to avoid. It'd be for her own safety, see?

First thing's first, though. Coffee.

He moves forward, claiming the empty spot behind the only other customer at the counter. "It'll hurt 'cause-" Hold on a minute. Ghoul cuts himself off and squints back at her. "Wait, the fuck d'you mean by I'm gettin' some?" That better not be the implication that he thinks it is. He is a grown adult (pfft) who can get whatever he wants! Which he expresses non-verbally by briefly mean-mugging her and slowly turning away to place his own order as soon as it's his turn.

Kids. Ugh. Such disrespect.

She shuffles into line after him, staring at the display boards behind the counter. Half her attention still somewhere across the ocean, on the situation she left and how to bring it up now. It takes her a moment to react to his annoyance, a smile slow to bloom over her face. It drops far quicker. Her expression gets caught between trying to look contrite, he's older and she doesn't know what he'll do if she's really pissed him off, and annoyed herself, adults always think they can get away saying what they wanted to her.

"I'm not that much shorter than you," she says slowly. "Just, if you're gonna say I shouldn't have it-" She cuts off an shrugs, flushing a little up her neck in anticipation that she might get yelled at. Not enough to take it back though.

Ghoul is basically a badger masquerading inside a human-turned-werewolf skin, sure, but she's fine. The most he does is grumble, "You're mean as hell," before stepping up to place his order. Once that's done he moves to the side, making room for her to get her own sorted out.

His doesn't take long to make, being a simple order and all, but he still lingers. Waits for her to scoot aside as well before asking, "How well d'you know your way around? If you're still pretty green I can show you how to get wherever you're wantin' to go after this. Can't have you wanderin' in to a fuckin' nest." She's not part of his pack as far as he knows, but she still doesn't deserve that shit.

"I'm not," she says under her breath. She steps up after him, ordering the sweetest thing she spots on the menu. The caffeine won't have time to affect her. The sugar will have taken her out long before that.

Her face shows her surprise that he stuck around. She leans on the counter while waiting for her order, picking at the hem of her shirt. "Pretty much just know how to get to school and home. Not been here long enough to do much explorin'," Girl admits. "You got a lot of nests sprung up 'round here?"

She's curious. Her former hometown was simply to small and out of the way to invite many members of the supernatural community, let alone vampires. She's supposes she should be wary and would be if it didn't seem so interesting.

"You really want to spend an afternoon showin' 'round some kid?"

She made height jokes, she is so mean. Even if he did start it. Whatever.

He's in the middle of taking a sip of his drink when she asks her question, so he shakes his head until his mouth is no longer occupied. "Not a lot, no. There's just one, and it's a big one." Which is pretty weird, now that he thinks about it. He's never seen or heard of so many vampires working as one unit like that before. Huh.

The concept of playing tour guide doesn't seem to bother him, at least. He shrugs. "If nobody's told you none of this stuff yet, fuck yeah I'll do it. Got some real important stuff goin' on lately, and there ain't no reason for you to end up payin' for grudges that got nothin' to do with you." The vampires certainly won't care that she doesn't know any better. Same likely goes for the fae, too.

She's a teenager. Height jokes are bottom tier when it comes to being mean.

She's quiet as she accepts the drink that finally arrives, cupping it between both hands. "Sort of thought they would be more like, uh, loners. Not stickin' together." She cocks her head to the side. "Didn't think they were all that loyal to each other."

"Grudges?" Her eyebrows shoot up toward her hairline. No, of course no one had told her anything. Maybe she should have tried the smart thing and researched a little more before bullying her uncle into moving. And here she'd been so sure that London would be better than home. "Yeah. I think I'd like to hear what's goin' on. I don't want part in any trouble I ain't forced to be in."

She takes a step toward the door, stops and gestures for him to lead.

"Right?" He breathes out a quiet laugh against his cup as he continues to sip at it. The vampires here are just weird. They almost act like pack animals too. Or maybe they're all suckers for power, and that's why they're piled in to the same nest.

Probably that.

He takes her cue with a nod, making his way to the door. He even peeks out and makes sure her dog stalker has wandered off before leading the both of them outside. "This place ain't as bad as it was before but there's a lot of history and shit, and a lot of these fuckers won't die on their own, so yeah. Grudges." Ghoul's got no problem with giving her a brief history lesson, but first... "Who all'd you come here with? You really need to tell 'em all this too."

It's strange, but she doesn't know nearly enough about vampires to decide whether to be concerned about it or not. She just nods, filing it away as something to think about later.

She follows him outside, relieved that she doesn't have to go round two with the mutt. She takes a drink as he talks, frowning. It's not a lot to go on and she's about to ask what that history is, but first- "My uncle. He's used to this kinda shit, 'course I was gonna tell 'im."

The last thing she wants is for him to walk into the wrong territory and never be heard from again.

"Not as bad as before still sounds like there's somethin' bad happenin'." She gestures nonsensically with her coffee cup. "They got problems with some specific pack? Territory disputes? That always seems to cause shit. Is it just the blood suckers to worry 'bout?"

Just the two of them? Yikes. Ghoul's face scrunches up distastefully. Well, maybe they'll be okay if they keep their heads down.

"There's only really one pack around here. East End. Real old too, apparently." Simple enough start, right? Ghoul begins walking, because it'll be more difficult for them to be eavesdropped on if they're moving, making sure she's following along before continuing, "Alpha fuckin' hates vampires, and 'course nest territory is right next door to ours. We're kinda on a kill-on-sight order there, and they were makin' a competition out of skinnin' wolves not too long ago, so, y'know, I don't figure most of 'em are gonna be all that nice if you go out of bounds. Don't matter whether you're pack or not."

Sadly, no, it's not just them she'll have to worry about. One thing at a time, though.

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hey! :)

HELLO scoops up babygirl!!!! even if she is not technically a baby anymore... (´;︵;`)

hope you guys are interested in possibly getting the teen version

Y E S 500% interested. i would love her so much tbh. grabbyhands

eeee glad to hear that!

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