Test Drive Meme: August-September 2017

[undergroundmods]

Watch on YouTube

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.

Comments

[longterm]

Cesare pulls a sad, sympathetic smile and reaches out across the table to take her hand, his fingers subtly shifting across her pulse so that he can feel it.

"You're safe now. Just trust me. Things will be fine. You're enjoying yourself here, aren't you? If you'd rather I leave you be, that is entirely fine too..." Well, sorta. He would rather she stay with him where he can control her and watch her. But he'll figure something out if she would rather be alone.

[greenevoices]

Part of her is screaming at her to jerk her hand away, not let him touch her, but there's something so calming, so reassuring about it. She is enjoying herself, isn't she? Isn't it exciting to be at the center of attention like this? She scrubs furiously at her eyes with the back of her other hand, smearing her mascara. "I'm sorry," she says again. "I must sound so ungrateful. I'm just overwhelmed."

She laughs, self-deprecatingly. "You must think I'm a mess."

[longterm]

Cesare gives her hand a quick squeeze before letting her go, rearranging the napkin in his lap to give his hands something to do.

"Not at all. Trust me. You are not the first person to shed a few tears at a dinner table." She's not even the first that Cesare himself has witnessed. In fact it's a fairly common occurrence when you have a habit of picking up poor innocent people who are in a bad spot.

He grabs himself a creme brulee to join her and gives her a small smile.

"How long have you been in the city?" he asks, already knowing the answer.

[greenevoices]

This is a safer topic of conversation. "Just since May," she says. "It's easier to get auditions if you're already in London." Not that she's been doing many of those. It's all about who you know, and Imogen doesn't know many people in the entertainment industry willing to give her the time of day.

But the obviously wealthy businessman across from her might.

[longterm]

"Auditions? That guitar...?" he says, pretending to have all his thoughts click into place as he realises that she's a performer. "Do you just play or do you sing as well?" If she sings at his hotel, he can keep an eye on her, make sure to have his staff misdirect if someone comes looking for her. Truth be told, he's frustrated that he's having to do this much work to keep some girl under control just because a vampire didn't know how to keep their fangs in.

[greenevoices]

Imogen visibly perks up when Cesare mentions singing.

"I do," she says. "Pop, jazz, opera...I even do vocal impressions. Been trying to get myself out there, you know? But it's hard; most people don't make it in music."

No matter how talented they are.

[longterm]

Cesare makes sure to listen very carefully to her, leaning in at all the right moments to show that he's being attentive.

"Well, I am far from some big producer, but the hotel lounge is always looking for singers..." he offers, giving her a small smile. It will keep her under his watchful eye and keep her out of trouble, he hopes. That's how it works with Cesare Borgia: make them like you then help them to the point that they can't think of an alternative without you.

[greenevoices]

Well. This is promising.

Imogen smiles excitedly. "Really?" Singing in a swanky hotel lounge beats the hell out of sitting on the pavement with a guitar and hoping it doesn't rain. And that was before she'd been attacked.

"When is the audition?"

[longterm]

"When works for you? I have a guy who manages it all, but I'm sure you'll be more than good enough." At least he really hopes so. Otherwise he's going to have to try and get her to sing as late as possible, during the zombie slots when everyone is either asleep or too drunk to listen.

"Just a formality really." For appearances.

[greenevoices]

"I can be ready any time." She needs this job. A place like this is bound to have some influential clientele, and if the gifts bestowed on her already by Cesare are any indication, the guy is loaded. Even if singing in his bar doesn't launch her to stardom, she doubts he'll leave her wanting for anything while she's working here.