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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[The hand on Elizabeth's shoulder actually calms her down. She relaxes back into the booth seat.] I think sitting by myself would be a bad idea. I'm thousands of miles away from home, I have no friends here, and I probably can't count higher than thirty right now.

I think I have money in here... [She opens her bag again, the last of the fog escapes as she's digging for her wallet.]

Don't worry about if you've got money or not. Seriously. Guy's an asshole, and I, unfortunately, know him. So. Cab money's my problem.

[The fog... Well. It's weird. But. Skip's an old hat at the supernatural by now. That? Not too big a deal.]

An' him. But that'll have t' be dealt with later.

Why is he your problem? [Elizabeth speaks slowly and deliberately, still going through her bag. Sure, she'll take the cab money, but she's going to find her wallet first.] 'M pretty sure he did whatever he did all by his big-boy self. Couldn't risk me punching him in he teeth when he decided to be a weasel-faced bastard, had to make sure I could barely make a fist.

'Cause he's a friend of the family.

[Best way to describe pack members who aren't her immediate family. It makes things sound less complicated, and she really doesn't want to go into the whole pack thing right now.]

Which means I know jus' who t' tell t' make sure he gets his ass kicked.

He deserves to have his ass kicked. Twice. [She finds her wallet, holds it up, puts it back in her bag.] People like him are the worst. People who... they have to hold someone down to feel like they're in control. They just don't realize that if they hold the wrong person down, once they get back up all hell will break loose.

I promise. [She leans in close to smile. It's... not a friendly look, not really. It's something that speaks to a darker personality, of someone capable of proving 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.'] He'll get what's comin'.

'Cause if he's done it once? He's done it before.

[And that? She couldn't allow. Skip might not be the political kind, but this is an issue she won't hold back her passions with.]

[The idea that she wasn't the first obviously hits Elizabeth from out of nowhere. She stares at Skip, mutely horrified. After a moment, she nods and looks down at the table.]

I guess part of me wishes that wasn't true, but it probably is... I just thought I was an easy target.

[She swallows. Suddenly she feels a little sick, imagining what other women like her have gone through with him, probably with no Skip to intervene.]

Can I, um... Can I get some water? I think I'm having an adrenaline crash mixed with whatever he gave me.

Ain' your fault. [It comes out very quietly, and Skip gives her shoulder a squeeze.] Ain' no one's but his for bein' an ass.

[She stands up but doesn't go far, flagging down a waitress for some ice water. When it comes, she kneels again and offers it.]

But I can tell you -- it ain' happenin' again.

[She takes the glass with both hands and smiles faintly at Skip. Thinking about the last time she was drugged, wanting to never feel powerless again, it's all made worse by the fact that she feels so sick. But she's not going to cry, not in front of Skip who was being so kind and didn't deserve to deal with a meltdown.]

That has to be good enough, right? [She sips the water. Her expression slips into something more thoughtful as she licks the water off her lips.] This... doesn't happen all the time though, does it?

[Skip is quick to shake her head. Sure, it happens. Happens more than it should. But this is her town now. Or fucking will be. The club and bar scenes are the places she loves, and if they aren't safe? Well. She'll just have to find some people willing to break a few fingers to make a point.

But, to her knowledge, it's not a problem.]

Nah. Always got th' chance of findin' an ass, but they ain' common.

Good. [She nods, finally smiling a little more.] I would hate to be afraid to go out-- aside from this whole mess, I actually had a nice time before I got here.

'M glad. Ain' gonna be many who wanna mess with you. Promise.

[Especially once she's done trying to clean up the club scene.]

Do you know this area well, then? [She asks, sipping at her water again.] Is it generally alright at night?

Pretty well. [Skip gives a grin.] Me da? Runs with a kinda rough crowd. An' Ireland ain' far from here. So I got a problem? Brothers tend t' know how t' take care of it.

[And remove troublesome elements. Like all of this.]

An' sometimes that kinda crowd? Damn good at keepin' the order.

[What a surprise-- Elizabeth is hardly deterred by the idea of Skip's father coming from a rough crowd. The revelation actually makes her smile sadly.]

My dad did too. [Was booted out of his clan, actually, but that's ancient history.] Came in handy when he had to get me out of the country, and now he's back in the US trying to keep the heat off of me. Guess he didn't realize I'd get into trouble no matter where I landed.

An' if he's anything like mine [Skip flashed a grin] sometimes there are things he don' need t' know, right?

[After all, she wasn't far from her father, but she was far enough that she didn't have to report to him about everything she got into. And everyone she took home. And... everything.]

Lemme give you my number 'fore you do go. We can keep in touch that way, yeah? If y' want.

Plenty, no doubt... [Elizabeth flashes an uneasy grin too. She doesn't want to keep things from Booker, but he made it clear that their contact would be limited-- if anything at all. It was safer that way.]

[But, that just meant she'd need other friends to tell things to. She blinks a few times, surprised and thrilled that someone wants to keep in touch with her.] Yes! Definitely! [Elizabeth digs through her bag again, finally producing her phone. She looks at it and finally shakes her head and hands it over.] I was just only starting to get the hang of this UK phone when I wasn't seeing double-- right now I don't trust myself to do it right.

[Skip takes it with a smile. The more she can act like everything's fine and normal? The better that makes this. It's what she'd want someone to do for her, after all. And it could just as easily be her sitting in Elizabeth's place.

Or. Well. Could be if she wasn't as careful as she was.]

Here. Number's in. Feel free t' ring me.

Don' go out on week days. Got class. But hit me on the weekend? I'll take y' all over. I know jus' 'bout all the bartenders in all th' clubs.

[Elizabeth takes her phone back and looks at the entry.] Skip. [She reads, with a satisfied smile.] Oh I probably won't be out on weekdays either. I have class and studying-- but weekends, those are all mine. I can... I can go wherever I want.

[The realization gives her a thrill she hasn't felt all night. Elizabeth reaches out to take Skip's hand, suddenly excited.] Let's go the first weekend you're free, I want to see everything!

[Skip can't help but laugh a little. Still, she nods.]

You ring me. Ain' much on my to-do list but clubbin'.

First weekend, you an' me'll do all the tourist shit, yeah? Get it outta the way an' all.

Then? I'll start teachin' y' the local stuff.

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