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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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[personal profile] signare 2016-03-16 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
It takes Nightingale a moment to locate said pair of soulful eyes. He isn't exactly anticipating an admirer on quite so low a level. He shifts a bookmark into the tome on his lap and shuts it, leaning over to get a better view of the dog that the other man has indicated. Very white and fluffy, and very intent on him and something beside him. He glances down to follow her gaze to the briefcase sitting by his side. Ah, Molly's sandwiches, he thinks to himself.

"There's no need to go so far," he reassures the other man, glancing back up at him. "Far be it from me to reprimand anyone with an inquisitive mind." His eyes flicker down to the fluffy creature again. "Even dogs. There's food in my bag. No doubt she's picked up on that. They do seem to have an almost uncanny way of sniffing such things out..."
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[personal profile] knightscode 2016-03-22 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ahh, yes, that would probably do it. Lily, come on now."

She looks up at the sound of her name, attention entirely focused on Lancelot now as he slides into a chair and reaches out to ruffle at her ears soothingly. Her tail swishes happily as she pins him with the puppy dog eyes instead. Yes, hello, that is her! What is going on? Are they going to go somewhere? Can they play? Can she eat something? His hand disappears into his pocket then a moment later he draws out a small biscuit which she carefully takes from him, settling to lay down beside him and crunch on it.

"Dogs can be more curious than is good for them sometimes, but Lily is a little wary. She's a rescue dog, so she's still deciding how much she can trust people. Which at least means your bag is safe from her nosing it."
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[personal profile] signare 2016-03-26 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Nightingale isn't really a dog person, truth be told. Not that he disapproves of them, of course. But they have their job and he has his own and the two really don't cross paths all that often. He wonders at her presence in the cafe. Perhaps she's a therapy dog? They have those these days, don't they? Perhaps the man needs her for some reason, although glancing at her and at the man addressing him, he doubts that's the case. Perhaps she's here for some other reason, then. He glances surreptitiously between the man and the dog, attempting to assess the pair of them without obviously doing so. But Lancelot might be able to recognize a copper's eye for what it is.

"It's just as well," Nightingale replies lightly. "The less interested she is in the bag, the less likely the bag is to bite back." Is he being honest here? Who knows. He's certainly not giving anything away.
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[personal profile] knightscode 2016-03-27 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
He recognises he's being studied, but not exactly why. Such curiosity isn't the sole domain of police, after all. He laughs regardless, assuming the biting bags is in fact a joke and not a serious concern.

"She'll get to keep her nose another day then. Not a dog person, Mr...?"
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[personal profile] signare 2016-04-10 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
No, it is not the sole domain. But one cannot deny that the habit of analyzing one's conversational partner is a common trait amongst the force. And as for the comment about the bag? Well wouldn't Lancelot like to know.

"Ah," he says, cracking a smile at the opportunity to turn their conversation away from the other man's canine companion. Though she really does seem to be a sweet thing, he hasn't the slightest idea where to continue from there. "Nightingale," he says, shifting to clear his hands so that he can offer one for the other man to shake. "Thomas Nightingale. Thomas, please." Though he gives off the air of formality even in suggesting to call him by his first name. There's something about him that's gives off the air that he's rather old-fashioned. Whether it's the way he parts his hair, the way he dresses, the way he talks, the way he holds himself -- or possibly all of the above...
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