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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 potential players: Looking for an OOC space to brainstorm your AU? Head over to our permanent character workshop post to ask for feedback and share ideas.

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) WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE. Welcome to London! It's time to introduce yourself to your faction, to your fellow supernatural citizens, would-be friends, potential enemies... Will people quake with fear or awe when you enter the room? Or are you some nobody trying to make a name for yourself? Either way, gotta start networking.

2) THE RACE IS ON. The competition within your faction is even worse than the competition outside. That guy over there has turned sucking up to your boss into an art form. What about the woman who works out at 5am every morning and can probably punch through a wall? If you want to climb the ladder, you'd better start working harder.

3) THE WRONG DIRECTION. It's a big city and it's easy to get lost. Normally that's not such a big deal, but this time you've taken a wrong turn and ended up in hostile territory. If you're spotted by the wrong person, you could be in for a seriously bad time. Is there anyone around who can help?

4) NEVER LOSE CONTROL. You had one drink... or two... Maybe it's almost the full moon, or maybe there's some magic in the air messing with your hormones, but you're this close to going all out with your fangs or your claws or your magic. You need to get out of here, fast.

5) SWING IT, SHAKE IT. You've got a disco ball, a killer outfit and music so loud you can feel it pumping through the dance floor. Show the humans how it's done.

6) KARAOKE. It's karaoke night in one of London's favourite supernatural bars and that tone-deaf werewolf is hogging the mike again.

7) RUN AROUND. It seemed simple, right? One errand to run, just one. And yet the world seems to be conspiring against you. Your alarm didn't go off, you missed the bus or train, you got caught in traffic, someone spilled their drink on your brand new leather jacket, you tripped over and literally fell headfirst into a dumpster... Oh, God. Could this day get any worse?

8) CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE. Anything goes.

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"I do not believe that is my coin," Godric's voice is soft, but still loud enough to be heard. He tilts his head, just slightly, looking at the young one. "But if you have found it, you may as well keep it. A pound will not buy much in this world, but it may be put towards a drink." And then: "have you long arrived from Paris?"

She has been stalking a vampire?

Eponine's heart sinks as she pockets the coin silently. It is getting worse, her hunger. So desperate that she cannot tell the living from the undead. If Montparnasse were here, if any of the Patron Minette were here, they would laugh at her. How ridiculous, not recognising her own kind.

She licks her lips. "Two nights, three, Monsieur, perhaps. It is a long way to walk from Dover, and I have no protection from the sun." She shrugs, and turns away. His words make her think though.

"You know of me? From Paris? Are you Jean-Claude, Monsieur, or Monsieur Borgia?"

"I know of the accent," Godric explains. "It betrays your home," though the tone is his own voice makes it clear that it is not a bad thing. "It has been many years since I have been back to France. I once considered it my home." That had been ... well, back when he was human, and perhaps for his first few centuries. He did have a tendency to be contrary when he was younger.

"You walked from Dover?" He sounds vaguely impressed. He did not know many vampires who would risk the walk, without already having secured places to stay when the sun was out.

"I had no choice." Eponine shrugs. "My master - he says I must do it, and he takes my necklace. It is his punishment, you see? A year here, or I die on the way. I don't think he cares no more. I have screwed with him too much, you see?" She spits on the floor.

"But perhaps you will know him, and say to him now? You won't tell on me, will you? Monsieur, I know you shan't peach on me." She shrugs again.
"If you are from Paris, if it were your home, you shall have heard of my clan? The Patron Minette?"

"Your creator, he still controls you." Godric understands this, to an extent. He still held sway over his Childe, but then again he did not treat his like this girl's treated her. "Your necklace? Was there significance to it?"

And then, a small laugh. "When I was last in Paris, it did not go by that name, and this... Patron Minette did not exist." When his Master had taken him from Gaul... Well, Godric had yet to return, apart from a brief time near Versailles during the Revolution. Perhaps he should visit again.

"He shan't let me go so easily. I have a life sentence." Eponine grins, as if the idea doesn't bother her. Truly, she can't let it bother her, or it'd surely drive her mad. It is a bittersweet sentence too: there are times she can honestly say that she truly loves Montparnasse, but there are just as many that he becomes her jailor.

"My necklace is magic. He gives it me - my Parnasse. He gives it me so that I can feel the sun again, but he is cross with me now. There is no sun for me."

She shakes her head. "But of course, Monsieur, you must excuse me, for how silly I am. Of course he is not known as Patron Minette then. They change the name, of course, for they are criminals and villains all, to the humans at least. They hide in the Underworld, M'sieur. Such a gentleman as you should not know such people as me and my Master."

"Ah," Godric says. Of course, he has heard of such things, but he did not think they were so easily available that this girl's master could have had one. Granted, it was entirely possible he was just thinking down on the man because he was not proving to be a good sire but... Everyone had their hang ups.

"I am no gentleman," he said. "I am simply... long lived."

"You're a gentleman to me, Monsieur," Eponine replied. She shrugged. "Now, if you are to excuse me. It is nice you want to talk to me, but words do not fill a belly, no?"

"And where are you going to eat?" It's a simple question. Godric will help if it is needed - he's unsure as to how much this girl's Master has taught her to allow her to stand on her own and it concerns him.

Eponine shrugs again. It's becoming her standard response, but in all honesty, she can't answer properly. She doesn't know the city well enough to say for definite where she would hunt that night.

"I will find a place, Monsieur. That, you do not need to worry over. I am so hungry that I will not go without tonight, that you must believe of me," she replies.

"If you are sure," Godric reponds, a small nod of his head. He can only hope that she had enough control to not go on a rampage.

Eponine smiles tightly, and nods her head quickly. She hugs her jacket about her and hunches her shoulders as she turns to disappear back into the night.

Test Drive Meme: August-September 2017

Never Lose Control

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