thetube | Test Drive Meme: August 2015

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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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[ Carnival ]

Broad daylight might seem the last place a vampire should want to be, but Ezio is all too happy to let himself get lost in the Carnival crowd. Festivals have been a regular feature of his life since he was a young man, in the time of feast days for every saint imaginable carried over from the middle ages, on into the modern day's habit of throwing a party to commemorate anything and everything under the sun.

It's hard not to get lost in the revelry, even as old as he is, surrounded by the life of heat and heartbeats. Some people aren't all they seem to be, worth a distant study, while others are 100% Grade A boring humans, Ezio's favorite. He's sampled the food, tucked into a few beers and is out to find a good spot to people-watch for a little while, moving through the throng.

[ Jail ]

It's been a crazy night, full of ups and downs, joys and sorrows, fisticuffs and a few parties stripping down to skins like revelers at a proper bacchanalia, never mind the amount of magic that was tossed around like beads at Mardi Gras. So what's Ezio doing in this district's jail?

Not behind bars, that's for sure. He's all-business the Monday morning after the parties are finished, here in the waiting room and looking for all the world like a Savile Row advertisement in his finely tailored suit, not a hair out of place. Not content to sit by his lonesome, he's up and leaning on the counter, talking quietly - and flirting until she blushes - with the charming officer at the front desk.

Ezio glances up when her gaze unwillingly draws aside, toward another approaching officer that's escorting a very familiar face. Look who posted your bail and is waiting to collect you, bro (or sis, should that be the case).

"Good morning," he chirps, obnoxiously pleasant for how early it is. There might be a touch of sarcasm to his voice; mornings are never pleasant for vampires, shiny magic rings or no. "Get it all out of your system?"

[ Choose Your Own! ]

What it says on the tin!

Giles is not, as a rule, friendly with vampires. But one would have to be very stupid not to be friendly with Ezio, and he means to keep up with some news from the Nest, and it is frankly not the worst way to spend a night-- talking with him over drinks and observing a crowd with a sense of shared interest, if not quite the same tolerance for chaos.

Still: this is not who he called to pick him up. Damn him for getting here before, or instead of, whatever relatively insignificant apprentice his friends in Daybreak are sending to do their errands these days. Giles could have tolerated the embarrassment of that, and vanished home before anyone of note could have a chance to laugh.

Damn him as well for looking good while doing it. Giles is generally rumpled, and irritated about it, and there are bruises under his shirt. Evidently he should learn to better disregard a fight that goes too far, or to be a bit more callous with his use of magic in public, or to simply lie better when he is the last one remaining to deal with the police. Perhaps he'll even learn to be very clever and not still be present when they arrive.

"Oh, yes." He'll not even feign something besides exasperation as he takes in the scene of his rescuer, impossibly dry. "I do promise I'll be good."

He shrugs on his jacket, makes a brief attempt to straighten his appearance-- fairly useless, any loss of dignity is enough to doom him next to the vampire's neat suit and casual grace-- and slides his glasses back on. It will be a very long morning.

Mina has spent the entirety of her morning on this Carnival day attending and supervising the Children's Parade, monitoring her elementary school class as they participate in the festivities, assisting with their costumes and keeping them in line as they perform twirling dance routines.

Toward the end of the day, though, after the children have been collected by their parents and the festivities are still going strong, she sheds her light sweater to reveal her spaghetti-strap sundress and changes into heels. Her aim is to revel in the Carnival's nightlife a bit, sample the food and liquor, and check out some of the live music. She's sipping a cup of Carribbean rum punch in one hand, nibbling on a sleeve of fried plantains in the other, and turns her head briefly in the direction of a steel drum band — and unfortunately away from the path she's headed.

Which, although he side-steps her bodily, is smack into Ezio's polished oxford shoe, over which she goes sprawling in a most ungainly fashion toward the pavement with a shriek.

Well she had been heading toward the pavement, but she'll find her pitched tumble has been arrested by the very strong arm around her waist. Her punch is a total loss, a spatter of sticky red across the pavement that narrowly misses his denim, but it's better than a broken ankle or a busted face.

"Careful!" Ezio cautions, holding the woman until he's sure she's steady on her feet. It means he gets a good measure of her while they're close, the way he can feel her warmth bleeding through her clothes. "That might have been nasty."

Nancy, for all of her connections, never had bail money. She'd use her phone call to ensure that a certain fae made sure to use his own connections to wipe her name from all systems, destroying her files. The British government didn't know that Nancy existed, and she'd like to keep it that way, truthfully.

This is what happens when you're the first-born child promised.

Usually, she waited until they released her, and waltzed out of the precinct like it was no big deal. This, however, is unusual.

The officer still has her hands cuffed behind her back, but once they're at the desk, he effortlessly removes them. "Ezio," she breathes, accepting her purse from the desk. "To what do I owe this surprise?" Her relationship with Ezio was... something, to put it lightly. But she never imagined that he'd have been the one to bail her out of jail.

Which... shit. "I was supposed to meet you." Don't get arrested for prostitution, kids. Just don't.

"Nancy," he returns politely, waiting for her to collect her things. His gaze ticks down briefly, the state of her clothing and the abundance of visible skin drawing the eye. She smells like work under her faded perfume, men and blood and the institutional scent of the jail itself.

Ezio transfers his phone to his hip pocket, shrugging off his blazer to pull over her shoulders and whisk her away without a glance behind.

"I was concerned when you did not call," he tells her as they're on their way out. Stepping ahead with his wider stride, he holds the door for her. Nothing to see here, just picking up his hooker friend.

The blazer nearly dwarfs her, but she accepts it without another thought. "Thank you," she said as she stepped under his arm and through the door. Once outside, though, she speaks more freely.

"I'm sorry- I can pay back the bail, I wasn't expecting anyone to pay it let alone know where I was." She falls into step with him, having to take extra long strides to keep up.

"You really didn't have to do any of this."

Test Drive Meme: August 2015

Ezio Auditore | Assassin's Creed | Vampire

Jail!

[ carnivale, baby. ]

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/stalks stalks stalks. I say jail. 'cause.

tch bad child

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