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Test Drive Meme: August 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.)
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.
turn that shit off, i'm not ready for this at all
The warning - however for the lulz it might have been - does make him back from the bars a little after he's finished clutching his heart and almost pissing himself, but in no way shape or form is he even remotely beginning to chill. ]
I wasn't in the goddamn fight to begin with! This is some unsolicited naughty step horse shit I did not consent to and I'm feeling violated as fuck right now that I'm paying the price for some shitstorm of bad ideas in which the brain-damaged pigeon of atrocity pitter-pattered his way across town to take a steaming dump on the brain stem of the ludicrous street-beat who should have had the braincells to work out which of us was starting the fight and which of us was merely an innocent bystander intent on getting their shopping sooner rather than later, especially considering said shitty idea gracefully saw to it that the two rowdy knuckle-fucks who we're fighting in the first place got off scot-motherfucking-free while I sit here and waste away as if it should teach me some kind of prepubescent lesson when I was just--! trying--! [ Inhale. Exhale. Wheeze. His face is bright red and goddamn he can't scream like he used to. ] Fuck... [ He flicks his glance to the guy scanning his magazine, and promptly closes his mouth. He hasn't moved much, but his feet are no longer propped up on the desk and to Karkat that translates as Possible Danger. He really doesn't want to be in more trouble, so instead he reels backwards to take a seat on the bench with a sound like a disappointed balloon as he scrapes his fingernails through his hair. Then, he freezes and reverts back to glaring at his companion. ]
Wait. Why would it have sucked dicks for me to win? Both result in me ending up here, but one saves me the knock to my dignity at least.
can't stop won't stop i'm (not) sorry.
he's getting off tangent though and it gives him enough time to snap back to reality to hear karkat's unchilling. man, one of these days he's going to convince karkat to become a donor or something like that because the guy is going to get into a rant so long either his lungs will give out from the lack of oxygen during his talks or his heart will give out from the sheer anger he feels.
dave can't help but feel both are going to happen at the same time because that's how karkat rolls around like the flaming tire of raging rage he is. go him. ]
You just said in that speech that would put those starving Russian writers to shame over how many words you used: Because you would have won and your ass is still in here while Scotty Scotts out there are the Scottiest Scott Frees who's ever Scotted.
It sucks dicks since you shouldn't be sucking those dicks Scotty should be but is he here? Nope. He got beamed up when that's supposed to be his job in the first place but just like us he give it the finger as he left.
[ damn scotty his sudden but inevitable escape from the carnival. ] It looks like you're gonna blow a factory's worth of gaskets a few more times at the beat you're going. Haven't you gotten your free phone call from the nice officer yet or did Blart over there not feel up to moving his spot because those articles are sure interesting to read.
it's okay, i'm sorry enough for the both of us
Are you high right now, is that it? [ He says like he doesn't know that Dave is always like this. ] If I won then yes I'd be a drunken prick and an insult to everyone who knows how to use a toothbrush and a bar of soap but at least I'd be content with my shaved head, ugly faded tattoos and worn out, colour-coordinated adidas tracksuit-- and most importantly I wouldn't be sitting here listening to you ferment my braincells with your penis analogy, so as far as the dick sucking goes, I think this sucks more dicks than winning the fight would because Mr Scott Free is currently sitting in the reception area with a glass of water waiting for a taxi!
[ He points with his hand in the vague direction of the reception area. Just to cement his argument. Luckily for Karkat and his twitching short fuse, Dave's next comment is much easier to translate, and he gladly abandons their loud conversation about genitals in favour of it. ]
I called Sollux and gave him an asthma attack so at this point, who fucking knows.