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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.
bites
Practically a blank slate that radiates far too much energy and Sherlock can't help but relate to it, the forced calm that belays something waiting underneath, manic and savage. There's clearly so more to that jagged smile and hooded stare, but he's not privy to it, not yet, not totally. He catches snippets; tiny pieces falling loose from the tightly wound shackles binding his image down. The way he slips from overbearing to mild mannered is ragged and irregular, like a knife with a broken blade - damaged but still sharp enough to cut.
There's a fission of energy spiking between them and it's barely visible to the rest of the world but there's already a build up as Sherlock pointedly remains with pressed back against the chair; oh, he wants to straighten his back, to pull himself up in a vague attempt to drag control back but he refuses to move, refuses to let slip through body language that he feels on edge. No, he'll stay slumped back, fingers knitted together across his abdomen as he regards his new playmate: the very picture of cool indifference.
Because that's what this is, isn't it? The beginnings of a chess game, the board being set as they dance through their spoken conversation whilst yet more is discussed through well placed looks and subtle movements.
True intellect is so very hard to find, and yet there it is staring right back at him; quietly menacing, like the eye of a storm before it all comes crashing down.
He's prepared to drown just so long as it takes away the tedium of simply existing. ]
January, 1927; meta-human. Delicious. I think her name was Helen, but don't quote me on that.