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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They'll heal. [Nancy is sure if it, and she can work some literal magic, but she isn't speaking with confidence just yet. It's almost pleading as she places a hand over them. Don't get mad, Bill. The bites come with the territory. With working with vampires for years. she tried to hide them from other clients, but keeping a glamor up all the time was exhausting. So at home, she let her scars and marks show.

He'll notice the marks on her inner thigh soon enough, too. That was a particularly enjoyable vein for a lot of her clients to feed from. She wouldn't voulenteer the information, though. Right now, she just needed to keep her temper tantrum werewolf calm.]

If you want someone to blame, we both know who that man is. [redirect his anger. perfect.]

[ There's a difference between Nancy's clients and people she wants hanging around. The last time he'd seen her, before she'd really grown into herself, he was the only one who didn't have to pay. He didn't like it then just like he doesn't like it now, but a job's a job. He can swallow his pride if there's money on the table for it. The likes of them, they do what they can to survive.

One of them though, the one who's smell lingered in this goddamn apartment, that's different. It had taken a whole lot of explaining to get Bill back here at all.

( Where else was he supposed to go though? )

Sitting here on her bed, tracing bite marks and repeat use scars on her arms and neck, it takes everything in him to not dig his own claws into them and replace those with his own. The claws he doesn't have because the Night Council waited to let him out at his weakest. Smart. The abrupt and inconsolable rage has passed though, it sits instead at a simmer under his skin. He grabs her arm, tight in his grip as he glares at the patterns of teeth. ]

Don't think I haven't got it out for Fagin, he made his bed and he's gonna lie in it. These bites though, which of them are his?

[ Oh he knows the vampire's name, but he won't give him the respect that comes with using it. ]

[Something deep inside of her burns, low and hot, weighing her down. It's not because of how Bill's got his hand on her arm, how she's desperate to curl up against him and make promises. But he was here. Here, in her flat, with her, on her bed. She was still in awe of him.

She looks away from him, casting her eyes down to the bedroom floor where Juliet was still sniffing about. She wasn't sure what to think of Bill.]

I don't know.

[She can't tell him. She doesn't remember all of the ones that are his, and there's no way she can tell him all the same. She doesn't like her scars, and she doesn't want him to think of her clients, her ex, every time he looks at her.

She couldn't do that to them.

Nor, could she do that to Cooper.]

[ His grip tightens on her arms. It's the rage, with the moon still too new to be anything more than rage. He needs to know and it blinds him, as it always does. The jealousy, of the feeling of being lied to. ]

Don't you fucking lie to me to protect that bloodsucking bastard, which ones?

[She thanks whatever god that's listening that it's a new moon. But she tenses in his grip, wincing from the pain- that, she'll wince from. He's strong, doesn't know his own strength.]

I don't know!

[She tells herself she doesn't. But a few of them she can tie to very specific memories with Cooper.

She wanted to keep Bill's rage away from him, still.]

Yes you fucking do, Nance, you fucking do. How can you not fucking know?

[ he's not shouting, any raise in his voice limited to pitch not volume, accompanied by a growl between clenched teeth. His grip tightens; Even on a new moon he might still leave bruises. ]

[There will be bruises tomorrow on her pale skin. She looks away from him, scolded like a child, flinching away from the pressure.]

Bill, you're hurting me.

[The growl was no good, and her head still ached from when he'd thrown her against the wall. She swallows tightly, keeping her eyes down.]

My wrist. [She holds her right hand up, so he can see the silver scars that were etched across her blue veins.] He liked my wrist. [What was he going to do, she wanted to know.]

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