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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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[Too much going over or under fences. And improvised weapons. And everything else that went with it.]
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[Messy bite. And with torn skin not easily stitched back together without a little extraordinary help.
John cleans out the wound with saline, prods it with tweezers to make sure there isn't any fur or threads of fabric in there, and then washes it out again just to make sure.]
Listen, there's not enough skin holding on to stitch it like this without leaving a hell of a scar and probably muscle damage while we're at it. Can I trust you to keep a secret?
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Anything you say stays between us.
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[Which is as much warning as he's going to get before John reaches for the power he still doesn't quite understand and starts to gently coax Moran's skin cells into regenerating, tucking strands of tissue and muscle back into their proper place, staunching bleeding and burning out the traces of bacteria deep in the wound that would've led to infection later.
He stops when the wound is manageable, a much cleaner, shallower slice that could have been made surgically instead of the torn mess it had been.
There's the slightly euphoric feeling and brief dizziness that always comes when he heals but it fades quickly and then he gets to the actual work of stitching together the remains of the wound with tiny, neat stitches in a steady hand.]
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Bet the Army didn't know you could do that.
[Even as he says it, his lips twist in amusement.
There's no shock or horror or anything of the like. Merely that amusement. Because, well, one can only be a witch's familiar for so long (even if said witch has absolutely zero skill in healing magic; he had friends for that purpose) before magic becomes mundane. Something to be hidden from others, yes, but still ultimately ordinary.]
They didn't know about me either.
[To demonstrate his point -- because fair is fair, especially between servicemen -- he meets John's gaze. And his eyes change. The iris expands to almost the entire eye, the pupil dilating to fit it. An animal's eye. Gone as quickly as it was there, but his gaze doesn't waver even after.]
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To be honest, I didn't know I could do that until after I'd been invalided out.
Otherwise I'd have managed to save a lot more than I did.
[He's glad Moran seems to be taking his oddity with a certain amount of aplomb but the reason for that becomes clear a second later when his eyes flicker into something...feline. Feral.]
Oh. Well, can you change the whole...thing, or just the eyes?
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[From his mother's side. He father's side was birds of prey. That oilfield have been more useful in the city, but a tiger was good enough for desert and jungle.]
A lot of supernatural types are here in London.
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Wiggle your fingers for me please.
[Indian tiger, huh? That must come in dead useful for a security gig. There isn't much that can give a fully grown tiger much trouble. Which makes John wonder about the "dog" Moran had to put down...]
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[He offers it as he obeys, moving his fingers. The recovery is remarkable. This new friend? Is definitely going to be useful. Which isn't a requirement, but it also never hurts.]
Where the community really congregates.
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And most people have no clue about it. I certainly didn't until I started poking around.
Probably wouldn't have believed it if anyone had told me, before.
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[But most people don't know. None of his brothers in arms did. They never did figure out how he was so good a sniper in the night. But with a tiger's sense of sight and smell, it got easier.]
Only advice is: if you can manage it, stay the hell out of politics. Mundane is bad enough. Ours? Are a nightmare.
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[He gives Moran a quick grin and then starts to pack up his kit.]
Now, unless you want to stick around here a while...
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But it's a truth that doesn't need to be stated. So he smiles instead and offers a slight nod.]
Probably best to get out now. [He laughs a little.] Thanks for coming.
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[A city like this, there's a good chance he'll be cashing that in sooner rather than later.]
Come on then. If we hurry we can still catch the Tube before it shuts down for the night.
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[Sebastian actually laughs a bit and shakes his head.]
Good as you patched me up, I can drive. My car's 'bout a block or two away. If you don't mind the walk, I'll give you a lift.
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[Not that he's going to pass up the offer of a ride home. Not at this time of night, anyway.]
Lead the way, then. If I can manage the walk from the station to here, I can certainly manage a block or two to the car.
[Although he is without his cane. It hadn't bothered him at all on the adrenaline fueled trip down here, but now that the danger is over with there are hints of it coming back into John's gait.]