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thetube2016-12-26 07:18 pm
undergroundmods) wrote in thetube2016-12-26 07:18 pm
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Test Drive Meme: December 2016/January 2017
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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) STAY ANOTHER DAY. Maybe it's just for the holidays, but if you've come to London to reconnect with friends and family, now is the time to make the most of it. And it turns out, someone is pretty keen for you to stick around. Your loved ones? Or perhaps you've been noticed by one of London's supernatural factions. Don't go just yet, friend. The city may need you.
2) CHRISTMAS DAY / BOXING DAY. (25th-26th December) Whatever you think of Christmas, it's everywhere in London. Christmas songs on the radio, Christmas lights in the streets, carol singers, and presents under the tree. Of course, in the supernatural world, the presents may just have a magical twist. What's that strange little gift from an unknown sender...?
3) NEW YEAR'S EVE FIREWORKS. (31st December) The New Year's Eve fireworks display is always spectacular. Count down to midnight with Big Ben, then watch the spectacle along with the crowds. Or you could stay at home and watch it on TV.
4) STRANDED. Your flight got cancelled. A storm delayed your train home. The hotel made a mistake with your booking and now you have nowhere to stay. Whatever the reason, you're stuck in London with nowhere to go and it is cold. Depending on where you've ended up, it might be dangerous as well. Are your kind welcome here?
5) DRINK YOUR SORROWS AWAY. Look, it's winter, it's dark, not everyone is having a good time. Might as well buy a drink... and another... and another...
6) NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION. Goodbye 2016, hello 2017. New year, new you. You've decided to make a change, maybe for yourself, maybe for the entire supernatural community. How are you getting on?
7) CALL A TRUCE. The holidays are a time of peace. Maybe just this once you can have a drink with an enemy and put aside any bad blood.
8) CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE. Anything goes.
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His nostrils flare. Who does this guy think he is, anyway? Not long ago, werewolves were getting strung up for sport around here. He can't just go wandering around like he belongs. Granted that's exactly what Party had done and right into Islington's territory, too, but he'd known what he'd been doing at least. He's also been kind of fucked up at the time, too, but that's neither here nor there.
"Might wanna pay better attention. You gotta watch where you go in this city if you don't wanna get fucked up."
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He can't get in to a street brawl within the first few hours of being in the city, though. Accommodations for him have been arranged based on the word of a friend, and if he throws down right here and now, not only will he make his friend back home look like an unreliable jackass who keeps poor company, but he understands that he may also fuck up his foster-pack's inner-city relationships. He's trying to be responsible here.
He's trying real, real hard.
Ghoul pulls in a breath. He can totally iron this out. "Listen. Okay? I only wanna get to where I'm supposed to be. Ain't even stayin' in this area, so just chill out with the top-dog shit and you'll have your space back." He gestures broadly at the surrounding area with his arm at that last part (because Party must be feeling territorial or something), nearly swatting a random passerby in the face. Ghoul's not sure what half of the curse words that come out of the man's mouth even mean, but he shoots back an equally angry sounding, "Fuckin' sorry, dick!"
This, too, is definitely Red's fault. He's causing all sorts of problems for Ghoul.
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"Shit, man." His voice drops to a stage whisper. The last thing he needs is to get in trouble with his pack or one of the other factions that they're still getting along with. "You wanna wind up a pelt on some fuckin' vamp's wall, be my fuckin' guest. Don't know why I even bother."
He shifts his weight, hikes his bag higher on his shoulder and walks away, rolling his eyes and muttering all the while. "Fuckin' idiot."
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A pelt on- what the fuck?
Ghoul's face looks only about as half as incredulous as he feels. He knows that yeah, sure, vampires and werewolves historically haven't gotten along. He's not so foolish as to think they'd all be best friends here, especially when they have no similar goals to work towards like they had back home, but pelts on walls? That's fucked up.
Then again, Party looks about as reliable as a tabloid. Figures that he'd run in to a doomsday-crier who probably lives in a cardboard box somewhere. He groans at the thought, giving up the fight right then and there. He'll be damned if he's gonna waste time arguing in circles with an overdramatic homeless guy. As soon as Party starts walking, Ghoul turns on his heel and does the same, trudging off in the opposite direction.