dankmemes | test drive meme #14

Welcome to Hadriel's test drive, and thank you again for your interest in the game! As always, our reserves page is here, and our applications page is here! Reserves open November 24th, and apps are open December 1st. Please remember that starting in December, there is an app cap of 20 apps.

Two quick points here as well:
1. Any thread made in Hadriel's test drive will be accepted as the sole Action Log sample in the application.
2. All threads made in the test drive can be considered game canon, either through handwaving or through a shared mental experience while coming through the Door!

Test drives will be broken up into specific god mini-events, during which your characters can see how well they fare under the watchful eye of one of the gods. Choose wisely or just simply pick 'em all, and have fun!

F E A R

SCENARIO ONE: HOW SAUCY
[The Door brings in all that is chaotic and evil in the world. This may include you, may include the person next to you... and may include the monster behind you.

Watch out as you explore the streets of Hadriel, because you're not alone, and there's always something lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect chance to destroy you for your vegetarian ways. This time, the Door has brought in a large group of Killer Tomatoes, from the Attack of the Killer Tomatoes movie.

While it is not immediately clear how these odd creatures can kill you, rest assured that you should be quaking in your boots. They can bite with their weird little tomato mouths, they can roll after you surprisingly fast, and they can even explode! Truly terrifying. But if you manage to defeat some of these agents of terror and chaos, you could make some mean salsa.]

D R A G O N A G E

SCENARIO TWO: VACATION IN THEDAS
[While you're exploring the city, perhaps you'll run into another creature that's slipped through a rift and is exploring along with you - or perhaps hunting would be a better term. Yes, Hadriel is teeming with demons straight from Thedas.

Perhaps you'll run into a desire demon, who will offer you your deepest wish - in exchange for your body and soul, of course. Perhaps you'll find a pride demon, who will play upon your strengths and weaknesses until you give in to them. Or maybe it'll be a despair demon, there to crush all your hopes and dreams.

Or maybe, if you're very lucky, you'll just find a nug.

This is a mini version of our Fadeout event this month!]

C O N F U S I O N

SCENARIO THREE: SWEDISH MANUFACTURING
[You're in luck! You know that thing you've always wanted? Doesn't matter what it is - a cool weapon, a nice dress, a well-made bedstand, a rare magical invention. Whatever it is, you just managed to find it! Whoa!

Or, well, you managed to find a box with a picture of the item on it. When you open the box, you find all the necessary components for making that item, along with illustrated instructions for putting it together. There's no written instructions, just pictures, but you're smart, you can figure it out! And it'll look just like the photo on the box. You're sure of it.

Better get building! Okay, the instructions don't entirely make sense - did you screw that part in upside down? Wait, are these pages out of order? Maybe you can ask that person nearby for help, or maybe you'll just sink into the depths of confusion and despair. But keep trying! Just think of what you'll get if you succeed!]

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"You probably shouldn't eat things you find in the street," the Doctor chides by way of greeting. Some things you really shouldn't have to tell people. Who knows what it even is? The Doctor doesn't, and he is reasonably knowledgeable. It's probably not particularly sentient, or venomous, but plenty of things don't look like they will be, until they're forced to show their hand, say, by being nearly eaten. She'd been right about one thing, it's a terrifically ugly creature. "It has hands," he says, as though she might somehow not have noticed.

Quill looks up from the creature to raise an unimpressed eyebrow at the approaching shabby stranger. "Aren't you an observant one. Next you'll be telling me it's pink." Where did the old guy come from, anyway, a junkyard? Muddy boots, torn scarf, his jacket has seen better days and so has his face. On second thought, maybe he's native, what with all the ruins around. "I don't suppose you also have brand-new and helpful information on where I am?"

The Doctor chooses to ignore her attitude, which is the real, mature way of being unimpressed. "Oh I don't know, I'd say it's more a beige-y taupe," he offers, with mildly disgusted humour. It's what she gets, for her sour disposition. "I'm afraid I don't have any idea." He doesn't sound particularly sorry to tell her this. In another incarnation, he might have sounded quite gleeful. Even in this one, it's quite intriguing. "Strange architecture, can't say I recognise it. Very likely not human." She looks human, but that doesn't mean very much, and she had been threatening to eat mysterious street vermin.

He doesn't comment that the place looks like an aging war zone; she doesn't want obvious information, remember. And it is quite obvious. Whatever happened here was likely very unpleasant, to leave a city in such a state. "I wonder if there's anyone left to tell us anything at all. Seems like the inhabitants may have evacuated." Or worse. "Who are you? And what are you going to name your new friend?"

Her sour disposition is perfectly justified; she was busy, she's got somewhere to be that isn't an alien wasteland, and once again nobody even bothered to ask her opinion before dragging her down a cosmic plughole. And now it sounds like her quest for someone or something useful will have to continue. Though this one might not be human, which is at least marginally interesting, but not immediately helpful. Nor is his suggestion that they might be the only people left in this place.

She scoffs at the idea that the blind, ugly creature is now her friend, then gives him a wolfish smile. "'Dinner'," she says, entirely for his benefit. She's not actually all that likely to eat it, except in an emergency. "And I'm going to find another one of these rifts and get back to Earth." So saying, she walks on down the barely marked road, Dinner hopping along placidly. Hearing the stranger follow her, she asks over her shoulder, "And you, alien or just a human who fancies he knows anything about alien architecture?"

He can only shake his head. What must the ugly little thing be thinking? Maybe it's imprinted on her like a baby duck. Maybe it just thinks she might have food. As for himself, well. Rifts, Earth? This is his business now. Not that there'd been any risk of it not being, but that really seals it. He supposes he doesn't have much room to judge the little hand-foot creature. "Why can't I be a human expert in human architecture? That would let me rule all this out," he says querulously, gesturing to their surroundings. "What makes you so sure any rift you find will lead back to Earth?" He can't help but notice, none of that was actually a name, but honestly he's just feeling very lenient on that front these days. "I didn't come from Earth." And she really doesn't want to wind up where he did come from, he doesn't say.

So they're from disparate places, likely disparate times for what it's worth, pulled into a ruined alien (to both of them) city. He scruffs the ugly hopper like a kitten, and hopes the effectiveness of the technique is universal. A quick sonic scan tells him the creature isn't any more a local than they are. And that tells him...nothing, really. "I hope the name doesn't prove too apt. We might all be something's idea of takeaway."

That wasn't an answer to her question so much as being petulantly unhelpful, but fair enough, she's not feeling all that forthcoming either. Better to find out more about her company before dispensing with information too freely. Perhaps he's doing the same. In which case nice try, but in her experience, regular humans react to anything alien less with 'very likely not human' and more with 'what the hell is that'. And his admission that he didn't come from Earth puts a bit of a snag in her current strategy.

At the unmistakable sound of scanning she glances back, and is about to protest him picking up the thing by the neck before she remembers she doesn't care. It's rather satisfying to watch it try to kick him in the face with its weird hind hands, though. And the sonic probe is interesting.

"Yeah well I'd like to see something try," she grouses. "I'd rather fight my way out of here than hike through ruins for the foreseeable future." She'd fought off something back in the arena, but unfortunately its demise did not result in a return trip. She'd even checked for clues in its chest cavity. "And now I'm slightly less sure any cracks in the area lead back to Earth, thanks for that." Yes yes, it's sort of valuable information, but he really could have shared better news. "There's a bunch of them where I... work, or one that changes its location around a central point, I'm not really interested in the specifics. So I thought it would be similar on this side."

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