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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 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) SOMETHING NEW. Welcome to London! Spring is approaching but it's still bloody freezing, the wind is howling (are you sure it's the wind?) and your umbrella isn't much use when the rain is driving into you from the side. Maybe the appeal of a new experience is what brought you here. Does the reality match your expectations?

2) RUN THIS SHOW. You are the host of an event designed to showcase the particular skills and power of your people or faction. It can be small scale or ridiculously lavish, but this is your chance to enter the spotlight and show the supernatural community what you're made of.

3) CATCH ME IF YOU CAN. The police are after you. Maybe you did it, maybe you didn't, but they're on to you and now it's your job to make sure the case goes cold. Don't want to leave a supernatural paper trail.

4) WALK ON THE WILD SIDE. London's many parks are a haven for those who like some greenery in their concrete jungles. Popular and peaceful during the day, at night things are different. When the moon is full or the wind blows from a certain direction, the balance of magic can shift and open up ways into the far wilder woods of the Other Realm. Alternatively... you got really really drunk and passed out in a field.

5) BETTER WATCH YOUR BACK. Let's face it: you have a thousand reasons to be paranoid. Maybe the powers that be have it out for you. A werewolf or vampire wants to eat you. You pissed off a shapeshifter just last week. There's a hunter trying to kill you, a witch trying to control you, a fae that wants to kidnap you, a ghost haunting you. Hell, maybe they really are all out to get you. Are you in real trouble this time... or are you scared of your own shadow?

6) FOLLOW THE LEADER. Take your pick: your boss has ordered you to a) threaten an enemy; b) approach a potential ally who might side with you against a common foe; c) dispose of a dead body; d) deal with a spillage at table four. Good luck.

7) GO GO GO. There's nothing like a morning run. Maybe you're training for the London Marathon in April, maybe it's a good way of working out your hunting instincts, maybe you just like to keep in shape. Wait, did that guy deliberately overtake you? Don't get competitive now.

8) CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE. Anything goes.

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He paused at the end of the street, both hands in his pockets. There was an expression of innocence, coupled with amusement on his face. "You talkin' to me, then?" He asked, tilting his hat up slightly. "Only I got stuff to be doin'."

Lydia wrinkled her nose. She's not elitist, not really. But she hardly makes a habit of talking to common Cockney boys. Especially young, not cute Cockney boys.

"Yes, I suppose I am."

She hurried to catch up. "Alright, hand it over."

"Hand what over?"

No, seriously, what? He's done a lot of work since flipping that lipgloss. He's got purses and watches on him. You have to be specific. He's a busy lad, and his fingers are the lightest around.

"Oh, shove it down your pants then"

Lydia's eyes wander down to Dodger's crotch. "God knows you need all the help you can get down there."

She turns to stomp off, her stiletto boots clacking on the pavement.

There was a laugh.

"Oh, ain't we all high an' mighty." He taunted, bringing out the lipgloss once more and flipping it in his hands. "Know a lady who likes this shade, might give it to her. Nice brand an' all. Could sell it."

"You could…" Lydia frowned. This little rat had managed so easily what she had failed at so spectacularly. She pouted petulantly. "Or I could go right back and tell the owner who the real thief was. I can tell them that you've set me up."

"Yeah, you could," the Dodger said, shrugging slightly and stuffing the lipgloss away again, "but in the time it takes you to do that, I'll be gone. An' to be honest, we both know they ain't goin' to buy what you say."

"I can be very persuasive." She grinned.

"You're a cocky little boy, aren't you?"

"You could be the Queen for all they'll care," he pointed out. "They'll go with what their camera shows, an' ain't one showed me yet." Because he was good at what he did, and knew blind spots and other little failings in the systems.

"Ain't a boy," he answered.

"You're a kid. And you're bunking off."

Lydia conveniently ignores the argument she's losing.

"Your parents are going to be mad if they catch you. My dad grounded me for a month when I was little."

There's a snort of laughter.

"Ain't got no parents that would give a shit."

"Well then, whoever you belong to."

She looks completely nonplussed. She can't imagine what growing up with two uncaring parents must be like. Mrs Bennet has more than made up for her dad's lack of interest, so much so Lydia's felt practically stifled by her interference.

Lydia rolls her eyes. This conversation's going nowhere fast, and this cannot be good for her image. Who knows who's watching her?

"If you even try to follow me, I'll -" What will she do? "I've got pepper spray!" she adds quickly.

"Belong to myself, an' that's about it."

Who knows who's watching either of them? Well, probably anyone who heard her say something about his cock. This clearly younger guy having that yelled to him in a busy street by an older woman? There's going to be eyes on them.

"...Why would I want to follow you?"

"You're a thief. I have money."

And, for the moment, lots of it. Lydia watches him suspiciously.

""It's how it works. I know what London's like for pickpockets."

"That's how London works, but if it means havin' to hear your voice, I'll pass."

He shoots a cheeky, and rude, smirk at her.

She shakes her head and turns on her heel. She has absolutely no time for this cheeky little scroat.

"Do one," She snaps as she walks off.

Test Drive Meme: February/March 2017

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