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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Liadan had always been a bit curious about this Hillingdon House that Bran had mentioned going to, the London hunter's lair. It probably wasn't as exciting as that made it sound.

"Very well, lead the way."

She looks around again, still feeling strange to be in such a busy place, crowds of people she didn't know all around her. It felt less safe here than back home, though she knew that wasn't the case.

It honestly isn't as exciting as it sounds. It's not as though it's a secret hideaway or anything like that. Everyone knows where Hillingdon House is, and it's exactly that. A house. Donated to the clan to use as their base, of course, but it's still a house regardless of how big it is. It has a kitchen and bathrooms and everything a house normally would. As well as libraries and drawing rooms and a few others besides that were reserved for only the richest of families at the time.

Faolan doesn't talk much as they travel. He's never been much of a conversationalist, and besides, he doesn't know quite what to say to her as they go. Nothing that can be overheard by the general public at least. It isn't until they get to Hillingdon House itself and Faolan is leading her up the path towards the front door that he turns back to her again. "My office is upstairs," he says, quietly. "We could go up there, unless you need another space...?"

It looked just like an ordinary house. That was probably for the best, to keep outsiders from suspecting that anything unusual was going on. Still, it was a little disappointing. Liaden remembered the stories her mother used to tell, of caves and castles that housed heroes and villains aplenty.

She missed those stories, almost as much as she missed her mother. These days, she could certainly use a mother's guidance ... and love.

"Your office should be fine," she tells him. "While we head that way, why don't you tell me exactly what happened."

Faolan shrugs slightly. He knows he's going to have to explain himself, but he knows that that will also require him having to admit to poor decisions. Poor decisions he might have never had made if they hadn't been personal. At least, as far as he is concerned.

"There's not really all that much to tell," he says, sticking his hands in his pockets as they make their way up the stairs. "I went up against one too many vampires on my own. I won, but not before they were able to toss me around a bit. This," he gestures over his shoulder towards the gouge in his shoulder, "this was my reward."

What he doesn't say is that he had specifically sought them out on the sole intent and purpose of annhiliating them. He doesn't think that that would go over very well, especially with a healer like Liadan.

Leading her up to his office, Faolan opens the door for her and ushers her inside. He's ready to follow any instructions she gives him.

Liadan is pretty certain that's not the whole story but decides not to press. She knows enough to heal him - anything beyond that is Faolan's business, to share with those he chooses.

She does, however, know enough to poke a bit of fun. "So essentially ... I should see the other guy? Or guys, in this case." She smiles, before taking out her healing kit and laying it on the table. She pulls out a few things she expects to need - some herbs, as well as her trusty needle and surgical thread. "Please take off your shirt, so I can get a look at the injury."

He shrugs slightly, but basically that's his point yes. Or rather, the other guys are dead -- dead for good this time -- and he isn't, so overall he considers it a win for himself, even with the injuries sustained.

He glances at her medical kit warily, but it's not the first time that he's had stitches done for himself outside of the hospital, if that's what it comes down to. He regards her for another long moment before shrugging off his jacket and tossing it over his chair, hands then moving to the buttons of his shirt. "I did the best that I could for it, but..." It's difficult for a man to tend to his own back, after all.

She waits patiently until she can finally see the wound. The cut is wide and deep enough that stitches will be necessary but it is far from the worst injury she has seen after a fight with vampires. For a moment, she remembers Dog lying on the ground, his stomach cut open, crying out for a merciful death - which she'd given him with her own hand. She shudders, before pushing those thoughts away. She had to focus on the present, not the past.

She places her hand over the wound, not quite touching it, and sends out calming energy to the wounded flesh to ease Faolan's pain. She does not sense any infection yet, which is good.

"I will need to stitch the wound closed," she tells him. "Then I'll do what I can to speed along the healing process but this is deep enough that it will take time."

Faolan doesn't know quite what he's feeling exactly, just that she's doing something and he hasn't felt her touch him at all. He glances back at her warily -- he trusts Bran, to a certain extent, but he will always be wary of healers, for healers are doctors by association, and doctors he associates with hospitals which he associates with the worst time of his life, and so on and so forth.

Still, having her tend to him is by far better than having to go to A&E. So he nods, stiffly. "Yeah, alright," he says, trying to steel himself for whatever's coming. He's had stitches done without pain control before, after all. He doesn't know what she's about to do here herself, but if that's it, then he's going to have to be ready for it. "Go... Go ahead then." He chews his lip for a moment, before wondering aloud, "Would this be better if I sat down...?"

He's not tall by any extent of the word, but then neither is she, and if she wants him to stay still while she's doing this... Then that might be wise. Especially if it's going to hurt.

"No, this is fine." One good thing about being short was that Liadan was often at just the right height to tend wounds. It also often made people underestimate her, which also had its advantages.

She has done what she can to ease any pain, and so she reaches for the needle and thread. "You will feel some pressure but it should not be too uncomfortable," she says. "Just do your best to relax."

She touches his skin for the first time lightly with her fingers. A moment later, she begins her first suture. She works fast, her fingers slipping into very familiar motions.

"This is going to leave a scar," she says when she is about halfway done. "It should be decently impressive."

Faolan flinches slightly at the press of her fingers against his skin. He's anticipating pain, after all. When Njoki had done him up with her magical stitches, it had hurt like hell, and he expects much of the same here and now. He's surprised then when her words hold true and it doesn't hurt at all.

He finds himself relaxing slowly, bit by bit, the longer she works. Like a skittish dog that's only just learning to trust a new friend. "I've got enough others, it should be able to blend in," he replies. Which is true, of course. Ten years a hunter now, he's covered in scars, both new and old. He's quite the mess.

Liadan glances down at the rest of his back. That is certainly true. And given her healing abilities, this one probably won't stand out that much by itself.

"You're probably right about that. It's not exactly an easy life, being a hunter."

Test Drive Meme: August/September 2016

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