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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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"He is a fool," She replies viciously. But her expression softens, and breaks into a genuine smile.
"'Ponine, Evie. At least, to my friends." Not that she has many. Evie doesn't need to know that, though.
"D'you think he'll let me stay then, Monsieur Jean-Claude? I can do as I'm told, when I want to. I can make myself useful and that. It ain't like with them back in Paris. I swear." Her attention wanders as she mentally tries to anticipate Evie's answer. If she says no, what will she do? Run? Will she even be able to run? Or will that make him come over here? The last thing she wants is for Montparnasse to realise that his punishment might actually benefit her. He might send her somewhere worse next time.

"So these people" - she gestures at the people propped against the bar - "They all want to be bled?"

"Then let us hope I never meet this Parnasse."

"Lovely to meet you, Ponine," she says, and extends a hand.

"Of course he will. He has no say in who stays and who goes. I can arrange a meeting for you two, if you wish." She had an on-going text thread with Jean-Claude, after all.

Evie surveys the bar, and catches the eye of a handsome young man. She gives him a small wave, and he comes to them. "Some of them. Ponine, this is, I'm sorry- you said your name was-?" She looks at the young man.

"Max," he says.

"Lovely. Max is one of the Nest's donors." She gestures for him to sit next to Eponine. "All you have to do is ask."

Eponine looks from Evie to Max and back again, slightly wide eyed and taken aback.
This man is good looking and clean - God, she can smell the shampoo, the aftershave. He's not the usual type she feeds on. Gently, she takes Max's hand. It's ridiculous. She can't help herself though, and she rubs her grubby finger over the back of his palm, feeling the pulse of his blood in his veins.
He's so clean. And handsome - she meets his eyes and she finds that she chuckles, just a little. Can she actually feed from someone such as he?

On the other hand, she doesn't want to look ridiculous in front of Evie, who is obviously a woman - vampire - of some importance round here. Perhaps it's her chance to show how helpful she could be, to make sure she can stick around?

She takes a deep breath to swallow the lump in her throat and to stop the tremble in her voice. She turns her body to him, leaning in to whisper, in her accented English now,
Monsieur Max? May I take a drink?"

She can feel his pulse now, speeding up just a little, and she hastily adds, "Just a little. Not all, not from one such as you, Monsieur."

She leans in, breathing in his scent, barely waiting for an answer. Her hands stroke over his shirt: the material's fine; it reminds her of Montparnasse, and she leans back again, to laugh.

"You really are a handsome boy, you know?" She reaches to touch his hair. "So soft…"

Her fingers find his neck again. "Now, Monsieur, if I may?" She leans in again, but even now hesitates, glancing back at Evie to make sure it's okay, before she bites - gently at first, at least until the blood lust takes over. She's starved: she's not fed since Montparnasse packed her off and such a pure taste makes her forget herself completely."

Evie waits, and she watches. She wants to keep Max's safety in-hand, and she's curious about the French girl. She gives a small gesture, indicating that yes, Eponine may drink from him as she wishes. If she drinks too much to be safe, that's when Evie will step in.

Until then, she's content to sit back and watch, pushing the coppery scent away from her mind as best she can.

When it comes to feeding, as with most of her life, Evie is a very private woman.

She grazes her lips, hard and cold, over the skin of Max's neck. She can taste him - fresh, clean and, disappointingly, not a trace of alcohol in his blood. Her lips push harder, her fangs grow and she bites down.

And she loses herself. Almost without knowing it, she moves to her knees, tilting her head, tilting his.
Her hands roam, touching his face, tracing his muscular chest, ticking his abs, before resting on his shoulders. And she ends up straddling him.

There's no way she's stopping any time soon, no matter her good intentions to only take a little. She's never tasted such pure blood in her life.

Evie watches the display- she's not particularly interested, just watching out for Max. At least, until Eponine straddles the man. That's a bit too far for her, especially in public like this, even if they are amongst friends. Evie leaves her seat and in a blink she's at Eponine's side, putting her hand firmly on the woman's shoulder.

"Ponine," she says, "That's enough."

Eponine's not grown up with much restraint in that respect. It takes a moment or so to get herself under control. And when she does, she leans back, and wipes her mouth, suddenly quite self conscious.

She gives a nervous chuckle as she climbs off Max and glances back at Evie.

"Sorry. I've just… I've not tasted such blood before. It tasted light. Different. It is nice."

Evie watches, prepared to pull the girl off if she did not stop. But there was no need, as Eponine scrambled off of the man. Good.

"There's no need to apologize. There are just many among us that don't appreciate such... displays." There would always be something inherently sexual about feeding. It was just the way it was.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

Test Drive Meme: December 2016/January 2017

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