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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.
NEVER LOSE CONTROL
He wasn't about to seek her out — their interests had aligned, once, enough for them to be considered collaborators, but that time was well and truly past.
Let bygones be bygones and all that.
So perhaps Flint isn't too shocked to actually stumble upon her roughing up some poor sod at a bar.
He'll watch her have at it, admiring her technique as he thoughtfully strokes his beard.
"I hope you won't mind leaving this young man just alive enough, Miss Bonny. Some might enjoy a little bite when you're done."
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She doesn't know a whole lot about the different kinds of magic out there — enough to know how to put 'em in the dirt mostly — but she'd've bet anything Flint was a vampire even before he went and opened his mouth. Fitting; the man sucked the life out of folks back in Nassau, and now he does it here too.
There's an audible noise of disgust from Anne at his words, and she hefts the man up off the bar to shove him toward the exit with a hissed "get out of here," because she'd rather see him leave healthy and (mostly) fine than fed to Flint.
"Figures," she says, taking the man's abandoned beer for her own. Anne slips onto a stool, back turned to Flint with all the acknowledgement he really deserves, "Jack's not here if you're looking for someone to rip off."
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He sets an elbow on the bar beside her, and gives her a long, unscrutable look. Throughout his various peregrinations over Europe and Russia, he had very much not come across any of his Nassau contemporaries - rumors had reached him over the centuries of their various whereabouts (he'd long since ceased to be surprised that any of them were even alive, then again, they were bound to have found some supernatural deal that would have kept them from ever truly finishing any of their various businesses...).
"What makes you think, Miss Bonny, that I'm looking for your esteemed associate?"