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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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New Year's Fireworks

Charlotte Greene, better known as @charlieg on Instagram, has a lot to celebrate this year. Having appeared suddenly in 2015 as a YouTube makeup maven, her Instagram account now rivals the Kardashians for likes and her new eyeshadow palette sold out within twelve minutes of release. It's now going for upwards of £120 on eBay and was one of the top Christmas presents for 2016, according to Vogue UK.

Suck on that Kylie.

She stretches out in her expensively-furnished and impeccably decorated flat, having just finished a holiday Facebook Live video starring her French bulldog, Louise (whose own Instagram account has over three million followers), and decides to hit the town, selfie stick and all.

After all, feeding off the love and adulation of humans is kind of her thing.

Charlie's been playing the goddess game for a few centuries now. She picked it up from a family friend who'd taken on the role of various goddesses of beauty, love, and fertility over the last ten thousand years or so. Charlie's fairly young--only a couple of millennia old--but she'd grown up hearing those stories. And she'd loved them.

It had been a good couple of centuries, but then monotheism came to Northern Europe with a vengeance and she'd had to rethink her strategy a bit, constantly reinventing herself. Her newest incarnation has her feeling just fine. Thousands of likes, millions of followers--it's almost like the old days again. All she'd needed to do was buy an iPhone and learn how to contour.

She's waiting in the cold with all the rest (though perhaps a little more stylishly dressed) for the clock to strike midnight and the fireworks to start. What an amazing selfie that's going to be.

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Anya recognized her. It'd been hundreds of years, of course, since she'd seen the woman in front of her, hardly able to remember her name, but what matters is this: she knows her. A fae, she had to have been. Anya had, under her tenure as Anyankah, technically been part of the Unseelie Court. And this woman didn't look nearly familiar enough to have been one of them.

Still, the best way to get to the bottom of things was to get to the bottom of things.

"You!" She says, approaching the woman. "I know you!"

Charlie turns, expecting to be greeted by either one of her followers or maybe one of the d-level paparazzi that have taken to following her around in recent months. Seeing an older American woman makes her pause. There is something strange about her, though Charlotte can barely believe what it is.

She starts to laugh.

"Oh, it's you, is it? How's the vengeance coming?"

Ah yes, that old question. Anya can't help herself, she makes a face. "Vengeance is on hold. My amulet was smashed." She's not happy about it, it's clear.

"So here I am. 100% human again. Ah- it's Anya now. What do you go by this time?" So many fae, so many names.

Charlie can't help another peal of laughter at that. Oh, this is rich. "You're human. Oh, shit, the fireworks. Here, take a picture with me." Immediately, she flips her phone to selfie mode and gets a rather awkward-looking shot of Anya (she herself looks gorgeous) with the fireworks behind. Perfect. She already knows which hashtags to use.

"But you're human!" she continues, once she's chosen a filter. "That's hilarious. I'm Charlie these days, by the way. What's you username? I can tag you."

Anya hardly has time to register what Charlie is saying before she's posing for a photo. The picture isn't too great, but before she can actually see it, it's gone.

"Yes- I am, some very nasty witch destroyed my amulet, and it's not something to laugh at. You should be pitying me, offering condolences. It's awful being human and- what username? Are you on Snapgram?" She'd heard people talking about it.

"That was Instagram," Charlie points out, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, "but if you want to be on Snapchat I can post it there too." Either she doesn't realize her oversharing on social media is an invasion of the other woman's privacy, or she doesn't care.

"So are you...mortal now? Is that how it works? You're going to get old?"

Tact has really never been her strong suit.

"Yes; I don't have one of those." It was still a bit beyond her. "Should I get one? Is that what all humans do now?" She looks to her phone, wondering where to start. And then she'll have to deal with coming up with a clever username.

But all of that was pushed to the side when Charlie's tact gave Anya's a run for her money.

"Yes- but- but not for a long time. And there are fantastic leaps in the medical world now, I've heard. That make it so you don't have to get old." She dreaded the day she got her first wrinkles, or worse: gray hairs.

Charlie shrugs. "Most of them." At least in her experience, which is far more limited than she herself realizes. Her own little corner of the internet tends to be a bit insular.

She snorts. "You'd better start now." Even with her magic, keeping all this up is a full-time job. "Do you juice? I've heard very good things about juicing."

Did somebody say fae socialites? Because Kathryn is here at the behest of a couple of young witches who swore it'd be the place for someone like her to be tonight. She doesn't quite move in the same circles as Charlie, catering to a more magical crowd; something a little more niche, but there's enough overlap that she feels confident enough just saying hello.

Besides that, fae know fae. And whilst Kathryn doubts Charlie has the right talents to see who she really is, she'll see what she is, and it'd be terribly rude not to exchange a greeting on New Year's Eve.

"No Louise tonight?" She asks, sidling up to Charlie with a caramel mocha in her hands. What a shame. It is an exceptionally cute little thing.

Charlotte looks up sharply. Competition. She can only handle her own kind in small, measured doses, especially because she's never been a particularly talented fae. All she's ever been good at is tricking humans into adoring her. Anything outside of her niche--or anything that could possibly pose a threat to it--makes her exceedingly uncomfortable.

But that niche has also made her a very good actress. In a microsecond, the sharp look is replaced by an easy smile.

"No, no Louise," she laughs. "She hates loud noises, poor thing. Happy New Year!"

Oof, frosty.

Kathryn is all smiles though, ostensibly friendly-- though it's anybody's guess how genuine it is. (The brief look of disappointment about Louise, however, is entirely genuine.) To onlookers, it probably looks like they're great friends who really like eachother, instead of two fae hoping the other doesn't ruin what they have going.

"Oh-- Happy New Year!" She exclaims with a grin, tips her head toward Charlie with a touch of faux-conspiracy and asks, "any resolutions?"

Resolutions? That makes Charlie pause a moment. What does she want from this year? To stay young and beautiful? That's a given, of course. Being immortal certainly does have its perks.

"Not that I can think of, actually," she replies just as faux-conspiratorially. "I'm terrible at keeping them anyway. I just want to have a good time."

She smiles thinly.

"And you? What do you want out of 2017?"

No one is paying attention to them right now, not with their smiles firmly in place and their voices dropped low. It's time to cut the shit.

"Are we talking big dreams like 'the dissolution of the monarchy' or the little ones like 'finally throw out my old jeans'?" Kathryn's smile stays firmly in place, easy and bright and so, so good for endearing her to mortals.

Of course Charlie isn't one, but that doesn't mean the smile is going anywhere. She hums, tapping her lip thoughtfully for a moment, and looks out at the crowds, "I'm not planning to ruin your gig, if that's what you're worried about." And she winks for good measure, "not this year anyway."

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Test Drive Meme: December 2016/January 2017

Charlie Greene | OC | Seelie Fae

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