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thetube2016-04-28 09:31 pm
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Test Drive Meme: April/May 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 and canon 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) GOING UNDERGROUND. For some people, London is an escape. A place to be anonymous. A place to be themselves. Or a place to hide. Steeped in ancient magic, it attracts supernatural types from all over the world. Of course, that doesn't mean its inhabitants are always friendly to newcomers.
2) CHOOSE YOUR LEADERS. The Night Council election campaign is in full swing and on 5th May the supernatural community votes for its leaders. Visit any supernatural haunt and you'll find people arguing about who to vote for – not to mention the volunteers handing out badges and flyers in an effort to win your support. Try to keep it civil, folks.
3) THE PUBLIC WANTS WHAT THE PUBLIC GETS. (29th April) The Night Council candidates gather in a town hall in Westminster to explain why the supernatural community should vote for them. Traditionally a noisy and raucous event, it's your last opportunity tohecklequestion the candidates before the election. There are four separate Q&As: first up are the candidates for Shapeshifter/Meta Human representative; then candidates for Witch Representative; then Vice President; then finally the candidates for President will take to the stage. They each make a short speech and then take questions from the audience. Or if you want, you could just turn up for a free meal: in the room next door there's a sandwich buffet plus tea, coffee and fruit juice, so it's a good opportunity to mingle.
4) FIRE FESTIVAL. (1st May) The fire festival of Beltane is a time of celebration for witches, marking the beginning of summer. Come along to the bonfire for music, food and drink, flower crowns and fertility rituals.
5) SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES. (1st May) Beltane is also a time when the barrier between the human world and the Other Realm is at its thinnest, making it easy to pass from one realm to the other by chance. You might even have an encounter with the mysterious and mischievous fae.
6) WHAT'S DONE CANNOT BE UNDONE. You've gone too far, done something you know you'll regret. Maybe you ran away, broke a promise, even committed a crime. Maybe you've been supernaturally transformed. Either way, there's no going back.
7) WHAT ANGEL WAKES ME FROM MY FLOWERY BED? Oh, sweet mortal. There's an enchantment on you that makes you suddenly, devastatingly attractive. Especially to more magical types.
8) CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE. Anything goes.
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A wager, whether silly or not, would be very welcome. I'm in search of a distraction, under the circumstances.
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[Guenièvre's eyes twinkle with a hint of mischief. Like a bargain to be struck, a wager to be made is highly appealing to many fae, and she is no different in that regard.]
All right, a simple bet then. I say we each guess when this train will move. The closest one wins.
[She pulls out her phone to pull up a timer app.]
The loser must reveal the name of a favorite hidden gem in this city. For instance, an unusual place to shop, or a little known but great place to eat, or remarkable bit of unspoiled greenery. Something like that. Not a secret that is too hard to part with, I should think.
[She’d love to win this wager. London is not a town with which she has much familiarity. Any new information would be greatly welcome. However, she does have a few places to recommend should she lose.]
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It may be simple, but it is rather relevant to our current situation. I believe I can agree on the terms, as stated.
[ He's new enough to modern London himself, but he has a few places in mind that could count as hidden gems. As long as he doesn't suggest a place that stopped existing centuries ago, this should go well enough. ]
Will you guess first?
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[Speaking of politeness…
While they discuss the wager, an older gentleman begins to fuss about in his seat, rustling his free newspaper in an obvious manner, clearly trying to make his presence known. You see, Simon Ashworth prefers his train ride (or in this case, train rest) to pass in silence, which these two chatterboxes have been working hard to keep from happening.
Guenièvre receives his nonverbal message and chooses to ignore it, politely.]
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[ He'll trail off deliberately, again giving off the air of one thinking intently about his choices. Normally, older gentlemen rustling newspapers at him could be easily ignored, but Silver is already in a poor mood. People who managed to secure a seat through this ordeal should perhaps not complain about how others manage their way through it.
Silver will raise an eyebrow at Guenievre, then glace over at Mr. Ashworth. He barely moves anything but his eyes, but it should be fairly clear who has attracted his attention. He'll grin a little, as if he's about to let her in on a joke. ]
I give it eleven more minutes, before whatever has stopped us is resolved. What do you think?
[ It's not the time he's asking abuout, so much as he thoughts on being even more irritating to Mr. Ashworth. ]
((ooc: I forgot to say it last time, but don't worry about life coming up! As you can see, I'm sometimes guilty of leaving tags sit when things get busy, too.))
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[Silver’s playful grin leads her to expect some mischief—and leaves her totally unprepared for this answer.]
Really? That long?!
[She can’t hide her dismay at the thought. Oh, how she hopes he’s wrong. And not just because she wants to win this bet.]
Alright. My guess is five minutes. No more. [Please, no more.]
And I think…
[Mr. Ashworth clears his throat and glares up at her over the rim of glasses. He doesn’t look at Silver. Quite frankly, that man intimidates him. Besides, he assumes shaming the woman will prove more effective.
Guenièvre spares a short, scathing look in Ashworth’s direction, before turning back to smile at Silver.]
I think we are agreed. Yes?
[She holds up her phone, ready to start the timer. At the same time, a raised eyebrow and slight tilt of her head in the direction of Mr. Ashworth should let Silver know that she’s all for messing with the seated grump.]
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[ He'll nod at her, mostly indicating the phone but not entirely ignoring Mr. Ashworth. ]
I believe we are agreed.
[ He's a bit out of practice, but a simple illusion shouldn't be much trouble, especially with that irritating man's attention on them. If he's so intent on reading his paper, how will he react if the words start bleeding off the page? ]
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[It’s a strategy that makes sense, rational and prudent. However, the irrational part of Guenièvre feels that betting on a long wait is like a jinx at this point and not something she personally wants to risk. She would like very much for this train to be moving along tout de suite, s’il vous plaît.
At Silver’s nod, she starts the timer, a conspiratorial smile on her face.]
Oh, most definitely agreed.
[ Mr. Ashworth—who has continued to fuss about in his seat with a great deal of scowling thrown in the mix for good measure—suddenly stops dead, staring in disbelief at his paper. He blinks several times, before lifting his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. When the words continue to bleed off before his eyes, he looks around frantically for… what? Help? Confirmation? He needs something, anything to make sense of this!
And Gwen is all too happy to step in.]
Oh, dear! Are you all right, sir? [she asks with feigned concern.] You look a bit pale. [She leans toward Silver, speaking in a stage whisper while indicating poor Mr. Ashworth.] I think he might be drunk.
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He'll lean in, as if to hear her whisper. Even if it's not strictly necessary. ]
Drunk? At this time of day? [ He'll affect looking surprised (and perhaps a bit judgmental), as he stage whispers back to her. Mr. Ashworth is beginning to go from frantic to angry, but does seem to realize that accusing the two in front of him of anything will only make him look foolish. It wasn't as if a person could make a paper run anyhow, was it?
Nevertheless, he seemed intent on blaming them both. ]
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[First, he thrusts the offending newspaper at the passenger on his right (who leans away while doing her best to ignore him) and then to the passenger on his left (who is asleep, or doing a very good job of feigning to be). Finding no support from those closest to him, he looks around frantically at the rest of the passengers. Unfortunately, they are no help. A few gawk and mock, while most quickly avert their eyes.
Defeated, he looks up in frustration at the two people that he’s certain are the cause of his distress, even though he has no idea how they’ve managed it.]
Please stop.
[Guenièvre takes (some) pity on him.]
I think maybe this trip has been too stressful for you, hmm? Why don’t you lean back and rest your eyes now.
[She reaches out to gently push Mr. Ashworth back in his seat. When he visibly recoils from her touch, she withdraws her hand but remains leaned into his personal space.]
Close your eyes and relax. I am sure this will all be over soon.
[Gwen glances back at Silver, trying to gauge if he plans to drop the illusion. The prank—while fun—seems to have served its purpose.]
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He'll nod at Gwen, as he drops the illusion. The newspaper should look normal again, for poor Mr. Ashworth. In fact, he'll even lean closer as if it examine it. That it makes Mr. Ashworth more uncomfortable is only a bonus. ]
Well, it looks normal to me. Not that I've read a print edition in some time. [ He'll glance at Gwen again, feigning concern. ] Eye strain, you think? The font isn't getting any larger.