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thetube2016-02-27 09:49 pm
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Test Drive Meme: Feb/March 2016
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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Politesse notwithstanding, her blood runs hot.]
Liquid courage does have its drawbacks.
[Evelyn laments, much more attentive to the cut of her interloper's jib without further distraction: salt of the earth, the odd prickle of otherworldliness. She's been picking up on that one a lot, lately.]
So, what brings you to a seedy pub on a Friday evening?
[To be fair, they're both a bit overdressed when compared to the majority of bar patrons.]
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He smiles, somewhat proud. How do you know this isn't a standard night for him? ]
Just closed a case. Figured I owed myself a few poor, alcohol-inspired decisions for all the late nights.
[ What better way to spend a Friday night than drinking alone, saving petite women from drunken fools? ]
How about yourself?
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Working late. Thought I'd reward myself with a tipple on the way home.
[Evelyn looks at herself, reflected in his dark lenses, and doesn't quite read "detective inspector" in reference to the completion of a case.]
...solicitor or barrister? I confess I'm having an unimaginably difficult time trying to picture you in a wig.
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Understandably. [ Matt laughs. One of the benefits to his blindness is never having to see lawyers in wigs. ] I'm a solicitor. We do a lot more than we used to, once upon a time.
[ Fighting for the little guy, talking up clients, that's certainly his thing. ]
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A perfectionist herself, Evelyn can appreciate the dedication to craft and pride in one's work, particularly if that work is for the disadvantaged or neglected. Alcohol seems well-deserved all around.]
Well, for your tremendous service to the public both professionally and recreationally- [Having expedited the departure of unwanted drunken advances.] -do you mind if I buy you a drink?
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Not at all. If only my clients were this generous. [ That's because you take sob stories and people who can't afford to pay you, Matt. ]
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[Evelyn gestures to the bartender to double-up the whisky. Archaeology and work with the United Kingdom branch of the International Council on Monuments and Sites isn't exactly a lucrative business either unless you manage to find the next Tut, but she has the advantage of a well-to-do family connexion. Not everyone in humanitarian work is so lucky.
Also, the lawyer is very cute. Objectively speaking.]
I'm Evelyn, by the way.
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[ He nods. Objectively speaking or not, Matt will always take an offer from a beautiful woman. Or anyone, really, he doesn't have the benefit of a family fortune to fall back on. ]
What are we having?
[ Not that he can't tell by the smell of it or anything, but he is blind for all purposes. ]
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What do you smell?
[Light banter is a hair shy of playing games and far be it from Evelyn to make a joke at anyone's expense but her own. (Were she a gambling woman, she might bet money that his balance is betters than hers even when soused.)]
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[ Oh, he could tell you the distillery and the year, sure enough, but he doesn't make a habit of telegraphing his powers, unless it'll get him a date. (Wow, Matt. Wow.) ]
Pretty sure, anyway.
[ Nah he's 100% sure. ]
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Oh, come on, I could have guessed as much with my eyes closed.
[The only thing Matt is telegraphing at the moment is a familiarity with this bar, which suggests he frequents it enough after successful cases that he should be well aware of the available liquor. Still, one doesn't need superhuman hearing to catch the grin in her tone.]
...you're all right with it, of course? You didn't strike me as a "bad tequila" sort of person, but I thought your alcohol-inspired decisions deserved top-shelf.
[As top-shelf as this place has, at any rate.]
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[ Eyes closed all the time, so to speak. He doesn't usually bother spending more than he can afford on the good stuff, so trust me, this is a great deal for him. He stirs the glass, pretending to need a second whiff. (He certainly doesn't.) ]
Glenmorangie. [ He amends. If she wants more, then more she shall receive. ] I splurge from time to time... when the size of the settlement allows.
[ It really doesn't. He's broke, he just doesn't act it. ]