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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"You're right-- I almost don't know why I haven't done it yet. But between classes and homework, and the lectures at the Circle and the time I spend recovering from these fights..."

She tries to swallow the lump coming up in her throat, but she just can't. Her life has been nothing but hiding and running, and it doesn't seem right now like it's ever going to change. She could even end up running from this man who just helped her. Could she trust anyone?

Elizabeth looks down, but it's painfully obvious she's trying to ignore the fact that she's crying. "You know, ah, I should probably just do it. Right? Because being me, being something other than human, you never know-- right? The things that I think are important aren't the things I'll regret not doing at the end."

"It may not live up to expectation."

The words might seem strangely gentle. Because it's a soft, understanding statement, as if merely agreeing with her on something she said. It seems, to him, the best reason for why she hasn't yet. Because something that is dreamed about -- something that matters so much -- is sometimes best left a dream. Something to become a regret. But a dream that has never been spoiled.

If he ever saw his father again--

But that thought disappears, too, almost as soon as it's formed. And he doesn't question it.

"It probably wouldn't, if all I wanted to see was a beautiful city," she agrees, wiping her eye on the cuff of her sweater. "We all do strange things for stranger reasons. If I wanted to see the Louvre, or the Eiffel Tower, or just have breakfast at a cafe, maybe I would feel a little sad that I'd never experienced those things.

"But it's not just being a tourist. Seeing Paris is what I dreamed of doing, what I still dream of doing... because it would mean I could go where I want when I wanted to. It would mean I was free of imprisonment, of being hunted down, of hiding all the time. I haven't gone because... because I'm not free of those things yet.

"I guess if you came to take me to Paris though, very soon I would be free of all that. So it'd feel right," she says, drawing her legs up to her chest and holding herself tightly while she tried to stop crying.

He could be part of the background. Little more than a piece of furniture. He could even have philosophical conversations. Not that his opinion was usually asked or tolerated in such matters. But a young woman in tears is well outside anything he knows how to deal with.

But he has to do something.

"Learn to make--" again, he has to search for the word "wolfsbane. Then? After it is made perfect? I take you to Paris. A weekend of protection. As payment."

It... sounds like the sort of thing Napoleon might offer. Not that he thought he'd ever be taking cues from a fae. But the man knew how to influence people. How to mould them to his will. He could talk.

So, Illya has to try and think of what he would say.

Elizabeth raises her head up, and even though her eyes are wet and her face is very pink, she looks hopeful for a moment.

"Really?"

"Is a promise."

He smiles a little, leaning back against the wall. Sharp hearing means he knows the police are making their way back to the car. It isn't safe to move yet, but nearly so.

For some reason, despite all of the times she's been lied to in the past, Elizabeth feels like she can believe him. Not many people admitted they would kill you if they had to, after all. He's very blunt, and it seems like he doesn't really know what the right thing to say is in most situations. But she didn't mind that because Booker did the same, and she missed him so much.

Elizabeth smiles, shakily, and finally finds her number in her cellphone. She writes it down on the receipt, stands up and walks it to him. "Text is great, don't call me in class, my ringtone is really loud."

Illya takes the piece of paper and folds it. Then, it goes into his pocket, and he gives a small nod.

"I will text you when I have a London phone. Then, we can work on a potion arrangement. Yes?"

Test Drive Meme: August 2015

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