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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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"It's nice to meet you, Faolan."

Not Irish, no. Scottish, though her accent is pretty far from the thick end of the scale. Still very much there though, just like his own.

"I startled you, didn't I?"

She grimaces a little, looking apologetic.

"I shouldn't have jumped you like that. I'm sorry. Can't help myself sometimes when I can tell that someone's sad. I feel it, y'see."

Faolan can't help the way that he looks at her like that. 'Can't help myself sometimes when I can tell that someone's sad.' The expression on his face is almost. Disbelieving. He's dealt with a lot of things over the years, a lot of strange things, but this is new to him.

He's not about to begin describing why he'd been upset. So instead he focuses on her instead. "How d'you mean, 'feel it'?" he asks, narrowing his eyes slightly, although more because he's skeptical than anything to do with any negative emotions.

"You describe to me what seeing is like and I'll tell you how I can tell what people feel."

She shrugs a little, she's never been any good with words. She can see of course, her point is more that how do you actually describe how a sense works, what it is like to have it?

"It's like... a sixth sense. I just know."

Faolan raises a hand, running it over his face as he shakes his head at her explanation. It doesn't really make a whole lot of sense, not to him at least. Then again, he's never had any preternatural ability himself. He's had to rely simply on common sense, cleverness, training. He's had to work hard to get to where he is, as good as he is. It doesn't make sense for other people to just be born with skills. (Although if he were to think about it he would suppose it would be like his own skills with music, but that is neither here nor there.)

"You make it...rather difficult to understand you, you know," he says, shaking his head slightly.

Well, Siobhan wouldn't exactly call her empathic ability a skill, nor would she say that it has gotten her particularly far.

"I've never been good with words."

And she does look genuinely sad that she can't give him the sort of explanation he'd like, but she really doesn't know how to describe her gift to him, and even if she could do it she's not sure he would understand it anyway.

It's hard for Faolan to understand much of anything of a metaphysical nature, with absolutely no abilities himself. Watching people with them, it mystifies him some times and frustrates him in others. This situation being perhaps one of the former. Watching Lancelot make his way up a vertical wall to a window two stories up? Definitely the latter.

"That makes two of us, then, I suppose," he says, somewhat apologetically. At least he understands he's not the best people person.

Okay, that makes her feel better again, so he is awarded with another of her sunny smiles before she shifts position and drains her cup of coffee before speaking again.

"Well... you know how you can sometimes tell when someone is sad? Even if they're trying to hide it? You just sort of... feel that something's up? It's a little bit like that, but much stronger. It's this... really weird mix of just knowing and feeling it in my body. If you were to get angry with me, for example, it would probably hurt a bit. Anger tends to give me the worst headache."

It unsettles Faolan a little. The idea that she could be in his head, without him wanting her to be. He might be somewhat grumpy a fair amount of the time -- alright, a lot of the time -- but it's his way of coping. His way of hiding from more complicated emotions that he would rather not deal with himself. Rather not face up to or admit to having. And it's unsettling that she should know them just by sitting across from him, when he spends so much time burying them away from the world, from even himself...

He doesn't want to ask what she felt that had led her to hug him. He's fairly certain that he already knows. And he's fairly certain that he doesn't want to talk about it. So when he speaks up, it's to ask, "So. You've been able to do this all your life, then?"

"Aye, took me a while to figure out that other people really couldn't. Well, except for my Da."

She doesn't exactly want to be inside people's heads. She knows that it probably seems... very invasive, even if she herself hardly ever minds sharing what's going on with her. She wishes that she could just push a button or something and give people privacy but she really can't. At least not for very long stretches of time.

"So there are others in your family who can do the same?" Faolan asks. Which is good, at least, if true. It'd be pretty jarring, to be the only one with the ability, no one around to help or explain it to you. It happened. He's heard of people in the community coming from normal families. Hell, his family, he'd thought that they were normal, before he'd figured out otherwise and then everything had gone to shit. Ah, well.

Test Drive Meme: August 2015

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