thetube | Test Drive Meme: Feb/March 2016

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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.)

Here are some prompts to inspire you:

1) COMMON PEOPLE. What do normal Londoners do every day anyway? Sometimes you just want to blend in with everyone else. Make friends with humans. Talk about the weather. Go on, try it.

2) PENTHOUSE SUITE. But wait. Maybe you want to see how the other half live. The elite of the elite. You've been lucky enough to be asked to a meeting, or a luncheon, or a date. Find out what the most powerful people in London are really like.

3) GET OUT YOU FILTH. Supernatural prejudice is a regrettable fact of life in London. It doesn't matter what you are, there's someone out there who hates you because of it. They'll shun you, heckle you, even hunt you down and kill you. Of course, you're probably not immune to a few prejudices yourself.

4) SPEED DATING. Oh god. Why did you sign up to this. You should have known it was a bad idea when someone mentioned it was supernatural speed dating. Help.

5) THE REAL UNDERGROUND. Down in the darkest corners of the Tube, there are supernatural vagrants of all kinds, especially vampires. That friendly busker may well be a fae. That girl waiting for the next train is a ghost. Once you've seen it, you can't escape from it.

6) IN THE SUPERMARKET. On the other hand, you never know what you might find just walking around your local supermarket. You haven't forgotten how to do normal things like groceries, right?

7) A CURSED EXISTENCE. Maybe you literally are cursed. Maybe you just feel like it sometimes. There are things you can't do, weaknesses that normal humans aren't subject to, but they make everyday life in London that little bit more difficult. Try not to get too mad about it.

8) CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE. Anything goes.

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That gets a slightly more honest smile out of her, though she supposes he can't see it. Her gaze lingers on his glasses, considering.

"I think I'm doing all right. You know, all things considered." No blind date joke follows. Not because she's above a bad joke. "I managed not to kick the guy who asked if he could order one like me by mail. How about you?"

He can hear it-- the shift of her muscles at the very least. Maybe she's not human, but that's never stopped Matt before.

"Christ." He cringes sympathetically. Wow, they sure have a gaggle of winners tonight, don't they? "I haven't broken out the violence yet, but I'm starting to consider it. Only so many times people can ask you if this means all of my dates have been blind dates." Though he chuckles more than anything. He's used to it. Plus, he's the only one allowed to make that joke. "Which they have been, by the way."

"Maybe that's an advantage." She definitely isn't human. Her heart beats and her breathing is normal, but her body temperature is low—not cold, exactly, but something more serious is going on there than bad circulation. "No getting distracted by a pretty face. Good light and make up can cover a lot of sins, but you can't buy a personality at a department store."

"That's deep." Matt smirks. Yeah, he figured as much, but he won't bring it up if she doesn't. Rules are rules and what have you. Besides, they're both only here to have fun. "Guess I wouldn't know about the lighting. But I've been told that some find it hard to hide when they're dealing with me."

"Do people try to hide from you often?" She leans in further, resting her elbows on the table.

"More than you'd think," he chuckles, tilting his head to pick up on her movements. "Plenty of people seem to think I'm deaf as well as blind, with the way they talk about me."

Of course, there's plenty of other ways, but Matt's keeping away from anything too deep, himself.

"I can see that. A lot of people don't see what they don't want to," she says. That's got to be something they both know, if he's here. "Even if their eyes work perfectly."

She gives a thoughtful hum, an intentional concession to the fact he can't see her.

"You know, I'm not entirely sure how to do this. Do I tell you what I'm doing? If I smile or shrug? Maybe I just shouldn't shrug."

"That's what they tell me." Not that he would know, but he's never shied away from making visual puns before so there it is.

"You don't have to, if you don't want me to pick up on 'em." Assuming his powers didn't tell him everything already, but that's his secret. "Judging by the sound of your voice, I'd say this is going pretty well though. So maybe this is the part where I ask you if you prefer cats or dogs."

Ah yes, speed dating.

"Is that really what you want to know?" She's going to guess now. The skepticism in her voice is light, teasing. "I mean, if things are going well, I think you could ask something a lot more interesting than that."

Matt smiles. Oh, it's going very well, he likes women who take charge ~~and can kick his ass.~~ "How about this--How do you feel about dinner?"

He leans forward a bit, placing his elbows on the table as he extends a hand.

"I'm Matt, by the way."

"Natasha." As she answers, she takes his hand in hers, running her fingers up his and threading them together loosely. No hiding that she's running a little too cool to be normal like this, and no missing that he's warm, and she can all but feel the blood in him when he mentions dinner. "Nice to meet you, Matt."

He makes a good impression, though. She'd be lying if she said she didn't want to talk to him for more than a few minutes.

"I'd be open to discussing dinner."

Yes, Matt is the kind of guys to shake hands with a vampire, just to be sure.

"Nice to meet you, Natasha." I mean, maybe he's into that? Vampires? They're dangerous but Matt's hardly one to judge a book by its cover. Natasha doesn't strike him as the cold-blooded murdering type... at least not right this second. "You busy this Saturday? We could grab a bite at this Italian place I know."

Grab a bite, haha, get it.

She clears her throat at his choice of words. "So you can tell."

It's clearly not preventing him from asking her out. To eat, no less. With quipping. Unless she's reading too much into it, but she doesn't think it's accidental.

She doesn't narrate the fact that she frowns a little when she continues. "It doesn't bother you?"

Matt nods knowingly, still smiling. He's as wary of vampires as the next guy, but his powers give him some room to be reckless too. Unless Natasha came to speed dating looking for a meal, in which case wow, there must be some slim pickings out there.

"Not particularly. But then, we haven't finished enough of our speed date to make a decision yet."

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Her heartbeat stays steady, as does her breathing. She's smart enough to have fed before coming out—pig's blood might not be satisfying, but it takes the edge off enough that she's not showing any obvious signs of stress or bloodlust.

"Well, in that case... I'd say I'm interested, provided neither of us do anything to scare the other off in the next—what do we have left? Four minutes?"

Matt checks his watch-- fingers brushing over the display. "Three minutes. Crunch time." Obviously, he doesn't need to look to feel the time.

"So what brings you to London?" Probably a question that would take longer than three minutes to answer, but he doesn't expect an honest response, anyway.

"Getting a fresh start. That's the short version, at least." It's not a lie, but it is a dodge. At least she doesn't have to to stretch to justify side stepping the question. "The long version would take all night. I'd hate to monopolize you like that."

As she talks, she considers his hand--he didn't expect to get that back, did he? Her fingertips trace his calluses and her eyes linger on his knuckles. What kind of hands do you have, Matt?

"What brings you to something like this? You don't seem like the type who has trouble finding a date."

It's a dodge, sure, but he doesn't expect to hear her life's story at a speed dating event. Vampires tend to have long, long histories. Matt's got a surprising amount of calluses-- maybe not surprising on a boxer, but an unassuming blind guy surely wouldn't have such strong hands.

"Flattery will get you everywhere." He laughs, a deflection of his own. "Maybe I just like meeting new people... or maybe I have a best friend who loves dragging me into things like these."

Strong hands are interesting. Especially on someone she doesn't expect to find them on. They say a lot about him. Especially when she takes them with his banter, and his blindness.

"That could be it." She leans in a little closer. "Maybe I should thank your friend."

"I bet he'd appreciate that; a few kind words from a beautiful woman."

Assuming Natasha is beautiful, which Matt has no doubt she is because Matt can sense these things.

"An interesting compliment coming from a blind man. I'd think that what's beautiful to touch or hear isn't the same as what's beautiful to look at." She doesn't deny that she's beautiful. She knows what she looks like.

Matt smirks. He knows she knows. Even a blind man can tell she's beautiful.

"I have a knack for sensing these things." Is that a humblebrag? Little bit.

"I guess you do." Well, this was surprisingly pleasant. Natasha showed up partly out of some vague hope that it would be, yes, but she never really expected it. "So what do you think? Have I ruined my chance at Saturday, or should I give you my number?"

Sometimes you hit the jackpot, Natasha. Maybe they're both lucky. (Except she's a vampire and could very well kill him, but he's gonna take it as it comes.)

"I think I'll take that number, if you don't mind spelling it out for me."

He even offers her a business card from his pocket: Matthew Murdock, Attorney at Law.

"Here and I was thinking about writing it on your arm," she says it lightly, clearly joking as she finally releases his hand to take his card. "Is the number here for your office your your mobile?"

She's already taking out her phone as she asks.

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