thetube | Test Drive Meme: Feb/March 2016

"Pulp - Common People" (Watch on YouTube)

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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[Arthur looks from the untouched glass to the man across from him, waiting expectantly and yet not seeming too bothered by it. He takes another sip from his own glass.]

Usually is, tea. Thought you could use something a bit stronger. Or are you convinced that's rubbish too?

[Sebastian cracks a smile, uncertain and wavering a little.]

Not rubbish at all. Love the stuff. [But--] Haven't touched a drop in almost three years.

Blimey. Then we should find something better to drink. [Because clearly not drinking for that long is a gross depravity and not any reasonable choice.

Arthur again polishes off his glass, but grabs the other man's and tosses its contents to the floor. He turns around to look over his shoulder, ignoring any potential protests, and yelling to the waiter not far off.] Oi! A bottle of your best whiskey. Irish, not Scotch.

[He returns his attention to the man before him as they wait for the bottle to arrive.] The name's Arthur Shelby. I own an establishment not far from here that's much better than this piss hole, if you're in the area. The Garrison, it's called.

Sebastian Moran. Security consultant.

[Ex soldier. Gun for hire. It was the least he could do to introduce himself.]

But I have to say no to the drink. Crawled into a bottle and almost didn't live to get my head out of it.

[But he gets it. Not a lot of people understand just what happens when you actually drink too much. Almost drink yourself to death. Then don't touch it again.]

Spent time in the war, eh?

[As far as Arthur's concerned, the only thing that really causes that kind of drinking is the traumas of warfare. He remembers his first war, back when he could still die like a normal man, and how horrifying it all was. In some ways, the trenches haunt him even now.

He gives the man a thanks and the appropriate notes as the new bottle is delivered, immediately opening it to pour himself another, even if Sebastian won't join him.]

Maybe the problem's your mortality and not the liquor. I'd wager it's about as easy a problem to solve. [In that neither one is easy.] Have you tried coffee? I hear that's lovely with an afternoon brunch.

Afghanistan and Iraq. [He sighs. He doesn't like to say it, but it needs to be said. Because talking about issues helps. Even if they're bad subjects as hell.] Hit a bottle too heavy one night, wasn't sober for an ambush, and hit it even harder after.

[But. God damn. He won't forget that easy.]

Coffee's not too bad. I can live off that for awhile, I guess.

Makes the wounds a little less painful for a time. Unless you let it control your bloody life. [Which he's seen a lot of through the years. Arthur himself was close to being such a person and might have been, if not for his family and the eventual curse of living so long. Not that he ever stopped drinking.]

Why'd you come here, if the tea's so bad and you aren't interested in the coffee? I know for a fact the food's a bit off and the prices are as good as any around. This your regular place or somethin'?

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