thetube | Test Drive Meme: August/September 2016

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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) HOUSE OF FUN. Whether it's your first time in London or you've lived here all your life, you hear that this is the place to be for someone like you. A place to let loose, have fun, and embrace your true nature, whatever that may be.

2) THE LION'S DEN. And this is not the place to be. This is the enemy's camp and if they catch you...

3) IT'S QUICKER IF YOU RUN. So here's the game: you run, they chase. You might even escape, with a bit of luck... or maybe some help.

4) THE GREAT BRITISH BAKE-OFF. Be inspired and make some cupcakes, attend a cake sale, or try home-baking with your friends. Who says supernatural creatures can't have a sweet tooth?

5) SUMMER = BBQ. Another great British tradition: the moment the sun appears, it's time to get out the barbecue and enjoy some slightly-burnt burgers and hotdogs. With summer fading, what are you waiting for?

6) THE CHEMIST. Even creatures of the night occasionally require a visit to the pharmacy. Bit awkward when you recognise a fellow supernatural being waiting for a prescription though...

7) STUCK ON THE TUBE. The Underground would like to apologise for the delay to this service. It's probably a signal failure. Not a supernatural trap or anything, nope.

8) CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE. Anything goes.

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[ Getting anywhere near Fagin's den was going to be a problem now that he was out and he just knew that rat bastard was going to have his guard up. Finding the boys though, that was easy. Easy for him who had been one of them, who knew where to look, and knew how to hunt. He spotted him a while back now and followed, waited until he could reach out and grab Dodger by the back of the collar and pull him out of the way. Talk about a five years gone hello. ]

Shout and I'll tear your fucking throat out.

[ He mutters it loud enough for Dodger to hear--he knows the tricks, he's been him. ]

[Instead of complaining about the way he had been grabbed, Dodger freezes. Genuinely freezes. It's the voice that does it. That voice... that's a voice he ain't heard in about five years, and last he heard it, it was roaring in anger. Carefully, he finds his own voice]

Give over, like I'm green enough to alert the peelers.

[He pulls at his coat, jerking his head to regain his hat's position as he glances up at the man, still brushing down his sleeves]

Ain't you got no respect for a person's threads, Sikes?

[ Bill lets go easily, ready to grab at him again if Dodger tries to make a break for it. Nine year old Dodger wouldn't have, but now the kid's fourteen and who knows what Fagin's whispered in his ear. ]

Not yours and not those, look like you're in a damn panto. What's the matter with you, the hell is this hat about 'ey?

[ He knocks Dodger's hat off-kilter and almost right off of his head before he pushes at the boy's back. ]

Walk.

[Dodger grabs at the hat again, then gives a look at Bill. Okay, so his clothing does look like it's from an older era, but that's more the cut and fabric of it than anything. You take what you can get and he's seeing to getting some better material anyway.]

[He just likes the hat]

I got style, ain't much but it's there. You look like you dragged yerself through a river.

[He frowns, but walks.]

[ Bill doesn't respond--he's got nothing worth saying, and he's never been one for small talk. He leads Dodger to a pub, pushing at his back. ]

In.

[Dodger can't help but feel a little put out by all this. Not that he would ever say it to Bill's face, however. He was a bit smarter than all of that, even if he didn't look it]

Right. I'm in. What's this about?

[ He doesn't answer yet. Instead he pushes Dodger towards a booth. He sits down himself, glancing periodically towards the door. He grabs a menu from the table next to them, drops it down in front of Dodger. ]

Order something.

[Dodger glances at the menu and then at Bill]

... What game you playing?

[ The look Bill shoots Dodger is enough of a threat without words to back it up, but when he does speak his voice is not without a growl to it. ]

I said order something. You're eating.

[Dodger stares for a few moments, seemingly just to try to prove that he's not unnerved by the unspoken threat. He is worried by it, of course he it, he's not daft, but he knows well that appearances can count for a lot in their world, an' he ain't going to let it seem like he can be bullied into stuff like he was a kid]

[He does order, eventually, and then looks to Bill with a questioning glance]

You goin' to speak or we sittin' here tradin' looks?

The hell did I just say?

[ Bill snaps with temper first, quiet and quick in the back of his throat. He intimidates; it's what he does with every muscle in his body without moving a single one but his fingers, clenching slightly. The more questions Dodger asks without doing what he's told, the shorter his patience gets. ]

I ordered, didn't I? Just wonderin' what's goin' on!

Test Drive Meme: August/September 2016

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