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HAPPY HALLOWEEN.

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.)

Here are some prompts to inspire you:

1) GHOST TOWN. (31st October) Ghosts, it's your chance to shine! Whether you want to or not, actually. Even humans are more sensitive to ghostly activity tonight, so be careful where you choose to make your haunts.

2) BEHIND THE VEIL. (31st October) Even the faintest disturbance of magic could disrupt the veil between worlds tonight. Will you stumble into the Other Realm? Or will they find you? It's all blurring into one...

3) SAMHAIN. (31st October) Known to the public as Halloween and to witches as Samhain, tonight is the night when all manner of supernatural creatures come out to play and the humans will be none the wiser. Of course, if you're a witch, tonight is much more serious business. The veil between the worlds is thin, and magic can easily reach through the cracks.

4) FANCY DRESS. Or you could dress up and go to a Halloween party, where you can revel in what you are without suspicion. Just make sure you stain your costume with fake blood, not actual blood, mm'kay?

5) ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK. There's something behind you...

6) HOUSE OF HORRORS. Okay, whose stupid idea was it to venture into a haunted house tonight? Really, you're every horror movie trope waiting to happen. Hope you brought a comfortable sleeping bag.

7) BONFIRE NIGHT. (5th November) Remember, remember, the 5th of November. Gunpowder, treason and plot. Bonfire Night is a long-standing tradition in the UK, commemorating that time back in 1605 when Guy Fawkes and his co-conspirators tried to blow up the Houses of Parliament. (They failed.) Tonight, light a bonfire, set off some fireworks and watch your guy burn. Lovely, isn't it?

8) CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE. Anything goes.

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Joss snorted derisively. "Millicent is a damn fool." He'd seen Coward's type before. Young upstarts who thought that because they'd been important in some way or another during their pitiful human lives it made them more qualified for leadership in their new lives as the walking undead. "Maybe this is a sign she's getting soft in her dotage."

But it wasn't as simple as that. It never was. Joscelin had to begrudgingly admit that Coward was a smart one--there was a reason he'd been chosen. "And you're going to play the good little underling until you can seize more power, is that it? You do know that's how I ended up eating cats and scavenging dying humans for much of the twentieth century, right?"

"I want the Tower Hamlets, nothing more. So, I'm no threat to Millicent."

Not so long as his sire was travelling the world. If he ever decided to return home, well. There would be a young vampire vying for Millicent's place, but it wouldn't be him. Though he would be at that man's right hand.

"And Millicent needs someone who can play a part in the mortal world. Make sure the goings on of Islington are kept secret from them. Keeps the Night Council from troubling her."

"Just a borough? Nothing else?" Joss found that incredibly hard to believe. He let his expression say as much. "Men like you rarely stop there. Why not the entire city? Or England itself?"

Joscelin's own ambitions were smaller. He'd been too rash the last time, too blinded by his need for revenge on those who had wronged him to think clearly. He wouldn't make that mistake again. His century of exile had taught him patience. He wasn't going anywhere, and neither were they. He could play the long game.

"Being Home Secretary of the mortals and Witch Representative of the Night Council were responsibility enough in that lifetime," he murmured, offering a shrug of his shoulders. "As of right now, I am quite nearly content with the life I have."

After all, he couldn't speak for his ambitions in a century or two. They might well change.

"What changed?" Joss was genuinely curious. "Why did you give it up? You chose to lose it all once you were turned; not all of us had that luxury." Joscelin tried not to sound bitter, but a hint of it crept into his voice. He'd woken in a plague pit, confused and afraid. His sire hadn't found him until days later, after the bloodlust had driven him to kill an entire manor's worth of people.

He hadn't sired many himself, but after that experience he'd always given them a choice.

Coward had to smirk just a little. After all, his story was well enough known. The Night Council had covered up some of it, especially his involvement with Circle Midnight. That one of their own had been so deeply entrenched in dark magic was an embarrassment. Better he just be thought of as power hungry.

"I was charged with treason. I had a simple choice. The same one my sire had. Accept the change or die. He encouraged me to accept, so I did."

Said with the devotion of a progeny. And, yet, he had been completely loyal to the man long before his change. Whatever Lord Blackwood wanted, Coward would have delivered it on a silver platter.

Mrs. Brown came bustling up the street, balancing two take-away cups of hot tea. "Lord Coward," she beamed, handing him a cup. "I do hope my Jamie's been behaving himself." She kept the other one for herself and produced a fruit juice for Joscelin. He made a face at Coward behind her back. This was one of the drawbacks of having a doting mother for a bloodbag.

"And if your sire told you to jump off a bridge...?" He asked, mockingly.

"He's been nothing short of an angel, I assure you," Coward replied as he took the cup of tea. "You're too kind, ma'am."

All politeness and social graces until the woman was back to not really listening. Then, he shrugged his shoulders easily. "If he commanded it, I would have little choice but to obey. But, in life, I was his to command. It is no different in death."

Joss snorted derisively. "You're young," he said dismissively, "And frankly, so is your Lord Blackwood. All this love and devotion--in five hundred years it will be meaningless. You'll drift apart, start to resent him. Maybe even kill your sire."

It wasn't as if Joss was speaking from experience, or anything.

He sighed and straightened. "I'll support you. Whatever it is you're planning, I'll support you. If you help me come back. I'm quite sick of being nine years old."

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