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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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"What is it, Sir?" She hugs herself close. "I ain't got a jot. All my money, my Sire takes, or the men what I know. I can't give you bed or... well, you don't need food, do you?"
She's still not apologised. That is her apology. "But I will help you, I swear. If I can."
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"I don't need money, I'm...I'm...I'm..." Actually saying it might make it real. "Oh my g-." And there's his face staring up at him. He has to turn away for a moment or two. Even without stress hormones it's not easy. But he has to explain this.
"I'll need you to talk to people. To write letters for me."
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Still.
Eponine nods. "I can write, Sir. I teach myself English. I can write in him."
She bites her lip. "Did it hurt? When you..." She swallows. "I mean, well... why don't you care? Why are you talking about a letter when you are murdered in a street? Most people would say I am evil and be done. 'Parnasse would laugh. He thinks it's fun when I kill. He says it's because I am pathetic, I have no control. I don't know though. I think he likes it." She grins. If those shady alley way rendez-vous are anything to go by, Montparnasse definitely likes it when she kills.
"Why do you care so much for a letter, Sir?"
She reaches a trembling hand into her pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Don't tell Joss, but the tobacco has been treated with fae blood. And she is so desperate for a hit. She lights up before offering one to Waldo.
"They cost me four telephones, these. Worth it though. They are good, you know?"
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"More than one letter, maybe, I'm afraid." He takes a deep and unnecessary breath.
"There are things killing people in Chicago. Not vampires, but things that shouldn't have gotten into our world. That want to...okay 'take over the world' is kind of corny. But true. I'd heard that there are people in London that know what kind of beings they are. ...oh, right. There's a piece of paper in my pocket, would you?"
He waves away the smoke. "Wait, you know how to use telephones?" She seemed extremely old fashioned. A few of the vampires he'd known hated technology. "That'll be easier."
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Eponine shrugs. She doesn't seem at all perturbed by the idea of things killing people. "Well, it is that someone or that has to do the killing, isn't it? It is wrong, yes, but it is life. The stupid die and the rest of us are the more stupid for staying alive."
She reaches over to Waldo's body. It doesn't bother her in the slightest to root through the dead man's pockets. Any coins she finds, she pockets without a trace of guilt. She spends longer than necessary to find the paper, essentially robbing Waldo whilst he waits, but eventually, she produces the paper.
"I teach myself to write, in French and English. Well, no, my Mama taught me letters a long time ago, to read and form them a bit, and even when I lived beneath the bridge and prison and that, I kept my letters up. I had a stick, you know, and I would write it in the snow or the mud or however I had when I didn't have paper. I can write... but sometimes, it takes me a while."
Her cheeks colour. "The other vampires here, lots of 'em, they have schooling and that. Me, I am clever, but I don't do learning like they do. Well, not the vampires I am with, but you don't want to know them. They ain't for gentlemen, Sir."
She pulls out the phone she'd stolen from the fae she'd attacked a few days previous. It's a rose gold iPhone, and, unfortunately for Eponine, completely locked.
"I ain't never had a phone. But I know them. I would have no one to phone, Sir. It is better the money than the mobile for me.I think this one breaks, but I don't know."
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"Well you can see why someone wouldn't be happy about dying right? ...fine, take the money." It's a little tongue in cheek but at her next words he wishes he hadn't said anything.
"It was rough for you?" It sounds like it still is rough. "I'm sorry."
"Could you get a burner? A cheap one?"
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She shrugs away his questions, looking at the coin still in her hand rather than at Waldo. "It is just how it was, Sir. So many girls, so many families like mine. It is just so that I am a rotten one as well, one of the wicked and the poor. There ain't mercy for the likes of me. I swear though, I am bad, Sir, but when I were alive, not once did I kill. I weren't as evil as that. Now... well, if I die, there is hell. If I live, there is hell, but now he is in France. I can make a go in England, you know. It is just sad you move and I kill you. Perhaps one of my hells is close. I don't know?"
She chuckles to herself and pockets the coin. "What is burning? What should I do with a phone? I haven't a friend to call. There ain't so many people what like me, you know? I don't care." She does.
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He winces a bit at her story. Also at not having anything to say to it.
"Not literally burning. A cheap phone you can just throw away. That way nobody gets the number." He considers that he might not have had enough money for one. Maybe... "If you'd get one, I could help you get the money somehow. Cheat at gambling for you...? Just- Just as long as it doesn't involve hurting anyone."
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Seriously, any phone belonging to Eponine would end up filled with numbers of drug dealers, parole officers and fences to shift what she's stolen.
"You were a good man, weren't you?" She asks regretfully. She lights her cigarette and drags on it slowly. "You're trying to help me what murdered you. You feel sorry for me. You don't need to... but it shows you are kind!"