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thetube2015-06-27 08:41 pm
undergroundmods) wrote in 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.
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Just a little warning.
When the man falters, she smirks a bit. But if he wants a circus? She's happy to oblige.
Not that she retaliates right away. That would be too obvious. She waits, instead. One more point for her opposition, and the player she's decided to back loses. And he's in just the right place to return the hit when... something under his foot catches, and he falls to his side in front of the entire group of spectators.
That makes her actually laugh.]
They both seem to have a little hobgoblin after them today.
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He catches the look, and he can guess pretty well what it means - hands off my shit, or else. He gives a light, chortling little laugh, and bites into the second berry. He'll just take the third one when he thinks you're not looking, Azula.
He watches the game unfold calmly, and he doesn't interfere yet - the girl needs her chance, after all, and it'd just be plainly unsportsmanlike of him to try anything again. He glances back to her every now and again; she doesn't really seem the fun-loving type, but she's getting some enjoyment out of this. He doesn't figure he'll have to wait that long for her to send his tennis champion some sort of curveball... but it never comes.
He's interested, to say the least. It seemed like she was actively engaging him... so why back out and let him have it? but before he can directly ask, his chosen player trips and falls flat on his face.
The sputtering laughter that erupts from him at that feels almost impossible to hold back. He's still giggling when he does manage a response to the woman beside him. ]
Wh-- what, the spirit of eating shit?
[ Because that? That was some professional shit-eating, if Joseph has ever seen it. ]