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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.)

For prospective players: Thinking about bringing a character to the game? Feel free to comment to our Potential CR Planning meme for OOC planning and discussion.

Here are some prompts to inspire you:

1) BABY COME BACK. Is there someone you miss? Maybe you've come to visit for the first time in months. Maybe you'll even stay.

2) FULL MOON. (29th August) 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?

3) CARNIVAL. (30th-31st August) It's the August bank holiday weekend and that can only mean one thing: the Notting Hill Carnival! With the sun high in the sky, enjoy the parade, the music and of course the food. Jerk chicken, anyone?

4) SPECIAL EFFECTS. There's nothing like a touch of subtle magic to add to the occasion. Dress up and show off. Mind you, there could be other supernatural types around who see straight through your tricks.

5) PARTY ALL NIGHT. It's not over when the sun goes down. Get yourself to one of the bars or after-parties and keep on partying. Just don't drink too much. You know it makes it harder to control your powers... and your urges.

6) BRAWL. The police work hard to keep London's gangs away from Carnival. When you have supernatural gangs to contend with, their job gets a whole lot harder. Drunk and disorderly or simply looking for an excuse to cause trouble, encounters between rival factions can soon become hostile. Now are you here to cause a fight or to stop it?

7) NIGHT IN JAIL. Oops. What did you do? And who's that with you?

8) CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE. Anything goes.

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Almost closing time, sure, but Nancy still had quite some time left on her shift. Still, she, like anyone, needed to take a break from time to time, and she liked to take hers at pubs. Get some more blood generated, replace what was left with alcohol. Standard stuff, really.

Sliding into the barstool nearest to Matthew, Nancy hoped she just looked like a girl on her way to a club rather than a girl on her way to the streets. There was a delicate balance between the two, but with any luck, Matthew wouldn't know the difference. Besides, he saw her in jeans and t-shirts more often than not.

"I know- I haven't been able to get out of the house." She'd been cursed, and being a prostitute cursed to tell the truth was not good for business. "I've been bloody awful, truthfully, but-" she gestured at him. "I'm here now."

Matthew had been working behind the bar long enough to know there are cardinal rules to being a bartender: Have a strong voice, keep a firm stance if you make a stance, and never ever comment on anybody unless they looked like they wanted it and it seems like Nancy is more interested in taking a break, winding down. He can't blame her.

He slides her her favourite drink as he tells Jeremy passing by to get the glasses cleaned up, quick, before turning her attention back to her.

There's a little relieved if worried smile on his face, glad to see she's okay since she had been quiet for a while. He's used to people coming and going to the pub, the door more of a revolving door than the typical hinged door it is but-- It's nice to see someone is back after some time. "You're here now for sure. Drink's on the house. Consider it a welcome back gift or something', Nancy."

She rolls her shoulders slightly, before reaching down to pick up the whiskey ginger she customarily took, if she wasn't drinking straight liquor. It happened more often than not, but usually when it wasn't Matthew serving her drinks.

Nancy takes a small sip, her red lipstick marking her territory on the glass for the night. "Thank you. I've been in hell the past few weeks, and this'll help me forget about it." Good, just the right mix of whiskey and ginger ale. He was very good.

"How've you been?" She asks, volleying the conversation back to him. "Tell me I didn't miss some important milestone in Margie's life."

He knew how to mix before he knew all of his multiplications. Not the most normal of educations but pretty handy these days as he and two others have to quench the thirst of others every evening if it isn't a holiday. Besides, it seems like she definitely needs it so of course he'll do his best to make sure it'll be something good.

The question over Margie has him grin, wiping down a glass and setting it aside as he spoke. "She officially has everyone in the staff wrapped around her little finger. Anton was the last one to meet her in person. One smile from her and he was putty."

Given that Anton is his security, a hulking bear of a man who is more bear than man most days. The sight of seeing Anton play peek-a-boo with a small baby was both hilarious and sobering of the consequences Matthew will face. "I am officially screwed. Have a lot of people to look after her but I'm certain she'll be the most spoiled little girl int he world."

Nancy raised her glass to him. "Well! I can't say I'm surprised, a sweet little thing like her." She was bright here in the lights of the pub, her eyes sparkling. It was good to have someone to talk to, who knew nothing about the supernatural aspects of her life (though he had his own supernatural aspects in his, she was sure). It set her at ease, in ways that even drinking or drugs could not and would not give her.

Here, she could just be a person, as people were. Not a whore, a witch, anything. She could just be Nancy.

"She'll have everyone she meets wrapped around her finger, I'll tell you. But there's nothing wrong with being spoiled. So long as she's got a good head on her shoulders. And with you as her father, I don't doubt that for a second."

"Jesus Christ-- The poor world. I can't wait to see it deal with an older Margie." He was almost amused by the idea but, somehow, sounded a bit worried. He understood an inkling of who/what Lyra really was. It made him wonder what that made his daughter. Could she grow? Would she grow for a bit and then stop growing?

He shoves those thoughts aside, opting to be cheerful for the last hour or so of final call since the night has been good, Nancy is back, and it's been an alright week. Why not celebrate it by being less of a downer?

"Ah, thanks. Sometimes I worry that I'm doing somethin' kinda funny with her with me as her pops. This ain't the most conventional lifestyle." Because… He leans and pretends to look around, whispering conspiratorially to her, "Don't tell the patrons I told you this so soon but-- I live above the pub here since it's where my family and I grew up. She's there right now with a friend of mine, snuggled up and snoozing like a june bug."

He pulls back and gives her a wink, almost imagining the grumbles the others would say when they realised the 'secret' of the pub they had to learn after only a while was told to Nancy so soon. He trusted her, Margie liked her. Seems only right to let her know something crucial if she's looking after the girl when he and others can't. Call is an offer of trust.

"You're going to have a hellion on your hands. Just be sure you can keep up." she gave him a friendly wink over the top of her glass.

"Over the top of the bar? I lived in worse places than that, but don't use that as an excuse, as I didn't really turn out the best." To put it lightly. "But don't worry. Your secret is safe with me." And with the curse lifted, Nancy could happily say that was, ironically, the truth. She didn't make a habit of telling secrets, unless there was something in it for her. Or she was cursed.

She took a nice sip of her drink, leaning back slightly on her stool. "I think you're doing wonderfully by her, Matthew. It's easy to tell how much you love her, and how much she loves you, too. There's this way she looks at you, I don't know if you've seen it, but the entire room lights up when you're in it. Like you're all that matters in her little world. It's astounding to look at, actually."

"You think?" He sounds almost hopeful at Nancy's encouragement, leaning against the counter of the bar a bit to get some respite. He likes to think he's earned it. Nancy's for sue earned it wherever she's been. Hell, anyone still awake at this hour deserve it period. "Sometimes I kind of find it hard to think that this is the right thing. Especially in these parts of town."

Not the best place to raise a kid. His parents knew that, trying to keep him and Addie on the straight and narrow. If he was even a quarter of the parents they were, he'll have hope that Margie will be alright.

"--Thanks, though. It means a lot to me that I heard that. Really. She's a tricky one, I gotta admit." He shakes his head, bemused and amused at the same time. "She's got a hell of way to get people to like her first time meeting her. I wonder if she either got it from spending time with you so quickly or got it naturally her mom."

Funny. That's the first ever time he had mentioned his ex considering how things have went down between them.

Test Drive Meme: August 2015

barrrrrr

where else would these two be :| <3

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