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thetube2017-08-26 02:27 pm
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Test Drive Meme: August-September 2017
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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"Monsieur - please." It's almost too much for her to contain herself. "It has been days since I have eaten. I didn't ask you to bring me here, and to tease is cruel. Please."
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The microwave dings and out comes the blood. Joscelin plunks it down in front of her resignedly. He already knows it won't be enough; she'll drink him out of house and home.
He takes a long pull of his blood cocktail, savoring the burn. Alcohol still doesn't quite have the desired effect, given his centuries of vampirism, but it's a comforting vice.
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Hot blood is a new concept - well, microwaved hot blood anyway. It's thicker, congealed, but Eponine doesn't really care. As soon as it's in front of her, she gulps down the blood, and uses her fingers to scrape the rest of it out.
She knows she looks like a gannet, and when she's eventually done, when every last speck of blood has been consumed, she looks guiltily at Joss.
"Here -" She reaches into the pocket of her leather jacket, and pulls out a few crumpled twenty pound notes.
"For the shower and the blood and that. Thank you."
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"Do I look like I need your money? This isn't a restaurant or a hotel. It's near dawn; you can sleep the day on the sofa until nightfall, then you can make your way to Jean-Claude. After that, I want you gone. I don't want to hear about you attacking humans or I will find you and I will kill you. Do you understand?"
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Gathering up her money and her old rucksack, she goes to wander into the living room and slump on the sofa. She doesn't even mean to, but it's the comfiest thing she's ever sat on, and full and satisfied for the first time in forever, she falls fast asleep.