Test Drive Meme: Feb/March 2016

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"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.

Comments

[dirtyredneck]

[He gave a light shake of his head, lips twisting back down as his eyes dropped.]

Handguns ain't that heavy. Prefer my crossbow and knives. But crossbow hunting's illegal here so I can only really do target shooting with it. Haven't gotten a gun for hunting yet. Nothing I really like. All of 'em are too loud. Prefer stalking and killing my prey in silence.

[As cats do.]

[nascensibility]

[A hunter at heart with a proclivity for quiet, deadly strikes: either he was a contract killer dragged into this world as a Meta-Human, or he was something else entirely. Since the moment he sat down across from her he had quite pointedly resembled a cornered animal and the telltale prickle at her nape would have suggested something just as out of the ordinary as she.]

I bet you do.

[His unease, which appeared to manifest itself as shiftiness, now seemed more along the lines of a firm vigilance. She rested her chin in one hand and pursed her lips in thought, carefully clambering out on a limb. Evelyn's smile could almost be misconstrued as teasing.]

So what kind of predator are you?

[dirtyredneck]

[Daryl's eyes shot up to hers. He was used to keeping quiet on what he was in public. But this wasn't exactly public in the traditional sense. It was a venue for people like him to meet others like him. Shifter or not.

His instinct to go quiet on the matter, hold his tongue, was hard to shake, however. And his defensiveness over the possibility of being 'found out' because he accidentally gave too much away had him meeting and holding her gaze in a challenge. Wanting to force her to back down and stop questioning him so directly. It was a reaction he couldn't quite prevent, but one that he got under control a moment later when he remembered she wasn't actually a threat. That he should expect people to ask how he fit into the whole supernatural community.

Daryl forced his eyes to break contact and sucked in a deep breath, attempting to relax again.]

Bobcat.

[He kept the answer short because it was already hard enough to admit it outloud like that. Most of Hillingdon House didn't even know what kind of cat he turned into, only that he'd sometimes shift his eyes to get a better look at something and they could tell he was of the feline persuasion.]

[nascensibility]

[It could have been metaphorical, but he doesn't seem the "wax poetic" type and she's happy enough that an educated guess hit the nail on the head. Certainly makes their tête-á-tête easier, even though he's attempting - in vain - to clutch his cards so close to his vest.

Not easily intimidated Evelyn stares back, lofting a single eyebrow and waiting patiently while he wrestles with his conscience about sharing. There are benefits to having a witch's blood, because she can certainly tell when someone is normal.

She tips her head to one side contemplatively.]

I can see that. Adaptable creatures, aren't they?

[dirtyredneck]

[Daryl gave a nod, suddenly finding his fingernails to be quite fascinating as his eyes settled on them and the nail of his thumb that was cleaning out the dirt on the rest.]

Yeah. They get by.

[He got by.]