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thetube2016-02-27 09:49 pm
undergroundmods) wrote in 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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[ Her hum is contemplative, questioning and dismissive at once -- later, she'll have to ask him what exactly he means by that. Waverly wouldn't ask her to investigate them if there wasn't something... unless there was something else going on.
She raises her eyebrow at his mention of Westminster. ]
Westminster? That must be interesting. [ Another wordless invitation for him to tell her what he's really doing... though doing so here would probably be unwise. At least she knows roughly where to find him, now. ] It's alright. I'm sure you've been busy.
[ Her tone is quiet, sincerity bleeding into it -- she knows why he hasn't been in contact with her, of course, but that doesn't stop her from wishing he'd managed to get around Waverly somehow, anyway.
(Not that she hadn't done the same.) ]
A colleague? I'll keep that in mind. [ A slight pause, and her nonchalant expression takes on some of that mischievous edge, her eyes sparkling. ] But before I find an apartment... you're really sending me to a hotel, to stay all by myself?
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[It's friendly, though, the way he says it. And there's a hint of teasing to it. Warmer, certainly, than he usually sounds.
Having someone sharing space is strange when it's not someone also part of the military or the like. Gaby is... very much not that. And Rome was odd for him. But, in a way, he's missed that touch around.
Something... more human... than he's used to.]
I work a lot. A form of law enforcement here. [It's public record, really.] But you are welcome if you'd like.
[And there is a small smile. One that's meant.]
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[ If he knew she'd do it anyway. But her tone is light, too, joking -- and though she rarely smiles at anyone, not genuinely, Illya has always been the exception.. and so he is now, too. ]
Law enforcement... something that suits you well, I'm sure. [ She takes another sip of her coffee, spins the cup when she sets it down. ]
Thank you. [ The smile stays, mirroring his -- meant, just like the thank-you. ] I'll be working, as well, so I won't freeload on you.
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[He offers it with a slight bit more of a smile. After all, she wouldn't have liked being invited. Asking for herself... That was far more her style.
He took a sip of the coffee he had and gave a nod.]
I will be curious to hear about Hillingdon. I haven't had much to do with them yet.
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[ Of course, he's right -- not that she's admitting to it. Staying with him on her own terms, that's what she can allow... having him invite her would have defeated the purpose. She wouldn't say it, but she's glad he knows her well enough to know that.
She hums, glancing around and making sure there's no one else in hearing range; and even then, she lowers her voice. ]
You'll have to wait a while... I'm to establish a motive first. The Redbright Institute hired me to teach physics. [ Her official reason for being here. ]
But I'm afraid the views of the Institute won't be some I agree with, eventually. [ Now he knows the entirety of her undercover plan here; told immediately like this, as though to show him she doesn't intend to hide anything from him. Not anymore. ]
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The Institute is... a good school. I do security some nights for them.
[But the only thing he would praise was it as an educational institution. Everything else... Well. He had his own opinions, and those were always played close to the chest.]
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She's glad to avoid that. ]
Then it won't be a bad place to teach at. [ Not that she is particularly teacher material. ]
Security? I'm sure you excel at that. [ Her words are smooth, light-- perhaps a humorous accusation of sorts, a throw-back to the way they met.
She downs the rest of her drink, sets the cup on the table. ] Shall we? [ She'd like to see where she is to stay, and she doesn't know what kind of schedule he might have for the rest of the day. ]