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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] dankmemes2017-01-21 10:17 am
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test drive meme #16

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 January 24th, and apps are open February 1st. Please remember that 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: THE CREEPY CRAWLIES
[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 to impale you on its giant claws and crunch your bones between its mandibles. That's right, this time the Door is bringing you bugs from Starship Troopers, in all their giant and disgusting glory!

Bugs are, well, giant insects that come in all shapes and sizes, depending on the rank, and are way too tall or too heavy than they have any right to be. They can move quickly, most of them have the ability to fly, and their exo-skeletons means that it's difficult to really hurt them unless you've got some muscles on you. Or a really big boot, I guess.]


C O N F U S I O N

SCENARIO TWO: WHO'S THAT IN THE MIRROR?
[Something's lurking in the dark. Something that really wants to ruin your day by any means necessary- that includes preying on your darkest fears, or just, you know, simply killing you. But that's not a problem, right? You're big and tough! Except, so is this creature out to get you. And it knows all of your weaknesses and insecurities too because, well... it is you.

Doubles of characters will be flooding the city and attempting to ruin the originals lives by whatever means necessary. This generally involves killing the original and then impersonating them, but it can also mean killing people you love or just bringing up your awkward teenage years to traumatize you in front of all your new cool friends.

What can you do to stop it? Well, you could kill them first, that certainly won't require a few trips to therapy later! There's always locking them away, or maybe trying to befriend them because hey, who's better at ruining your life than you?

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


T R A N Q U I L I T Y

SCENARIO THREE: CAN YOU JUST LIKE, CHILL FOR A SEC?
[Embrace tranquility! Or rather, get pulled, kicking and screaming into an event during which you magically have to find some chill, or else Tranquility will force chill upon you.

For this prompt, characters will find themselves in a state of sudden peace and calm, without much anger or meanness to go around. That guy you hate? Maybe you should give him a peace offering. The chick who stole your girlfriend? Maybe you should congratulate her! Everything is peaceful and everything is... sorta gray.

Don't get me wrong, it's nice to be able to relax, but we have an emotional spectrum for a reason. Pretty soon, the tranquility of this might turn into something a little creepy, even Stepfordish... but it's hard to really care when everything is so damn pleasant, right?]
whip_poor_will: (so glad to see you well)

ravine. original.

[personal profile] whip_poor_will 2017-01-21 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
I. Fear

Insects. Most people find them revolting, hideous, terrifying.

She, however, finds herself fascinated the second introductions are shared. Of course, such a greeting came in the form of an attempted chomp to her face, in addition to some acid spitting her way.

As soon as she had appeared in this oddly nostalgic looking Colosseum, she is gone. From standing in the middle of the ground level, she now manifests atop a broken pillar, sitting nicely with her legs crossed and fingers folded over one knee. She rocks back and forth as she watches the bugs with interest scurry around, confused, and seeking out their next quarry while attentive for their previous one.

They do not find her, though. What they find is another hapless visitor of this world, stumbling in either after first awakening in this place, having fought their way through the violent population, or fled. Perhaps it's Warrior versus Warrior, or Warrior versus Coward.

Either way, it should prove to be an entertaining show.

III. Tranquility

Tranquility isn't a new thing to her, really. In general she is a pretty calm and calming presence, in no need of divine interference. She is composed when everything else around her is turbulent. But such is not the case at present.

One may not even give a start when they find a freakishly tall woman standing behind them. At a store, restaurant, or bar, or even in the comforts of their own home. For someone who is used to being a ghost to the mortal world for thousands of years, she has no concept of personal space when it comes to getting up in someone's bubble.

But that's okay, isn't it? You don't mind, because everything is just peachy keen right now.

A red-gloved hand falls on your shoulder.

"Having a good day?" comes a voice carrying the lilt of a foreign accent.

This is fine. Don't fear the reaper. It's all right. It's all right.
liveasmyself: (Closed eyes)

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[personal profile] liveasmyself 2017-01-22 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Ray's scanning the shelves in one of the stores for anything resembling a clue in a puzzle. Or food--she could do with that too. She doesn't start when she feels the hand on her shoulder, just looks up into the face above her. "Uh?"

No lantern? But surely she must be one of the specters...

Even with this strange calm, Ray knows that this woman could be dangerous.

But she knows what to do. Ray sucks in air and claps both hands over her face. The creature is already behind her, so that helps.

And so she waits. They always go away eventually.
whip_poor_will: (we'll donkey punch the night away)

[personal profile] whip_poor_will 2017-01-22 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Scared. A lot of people usually are. After all, when a ghost pats you on the shoulder, it stifles that shielding flame. Images of phantoms and bags flash through her mind. She pulls away, and all that's left is the black hair over the girl's head before her.

Rather than saying anything, she just stands there. Silent. Her presence light but lingering as she waits for the girl's breath to peak, which could take a few seconds more.

Blue is not a good skin color for anyone. Black is even worse.
liveasmyself: (Uncomfortable)

[personal profile] liveasmyself 2017-01-23 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
This is normal. The lantern specter tends to linger quite a while before it goes away. So long as Ray times it right, it eventually carries on; so she waits.

...And waits...

...And feels her ears ring and her lungs burn...

...And gulps in air.

She gasps and strides forward to duck behind a shelf. If it weren't for the strange calm that's come over her--and the fact that the creature is between her and the door--she might run out of the store. Instead, she peeks over a row of boxes. "What are you?"
whip_poor_will: (you gotta learn to play the game right)

[personal profile] whip_poor_will 2017-01-24 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
As Ray sucks in her first suppressed breath, Ravine does not move. She continues to linger even as the girl retreats into hiding. Her methods are amusing. Something that tends to work on shades, or superstitions involving such things. It is amusing to see herself being treated as such. Not that she can blame the child. Many would have good reason to suspect.

And they're not at all off the mark.

"I am a person, just like you," she answers. And then smiles. "Well, perhaps not entirely like you."

Ravine didn't get to keep her head, in the end.
liveasmyself: (Uncomfortable)

[personal profile] liveasmyself 2017-01-27 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Ray watches suspiciously from her hiding spot. "Is that a riddle?" She presses her hand to her forehead; she thinks her headache is coming back.

"You look like a lingered or--or a specter. But they don't talk like you."

Did they? The chanting that had always accompanied the specter seemed to ring like a bell deep inside her head; she didn't think it was the specter's voice.
whip_poor_will: (you gotta learn to play the game right)

[personal profile] whip_poor_will 2017-01-30 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Specter?"

Ray is not met with confusion or alarm, but rather it is amusement visible on the woman's visage.

She actually laughs. The sound is deep and breathy, much like her voice when she speaks. "I don't know whether to be offended or... Well, something else." She shakes her head. "But no, I am not one of those things. I actually take care of them where I come from."

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[personal profile] livandletdie 2017-01-23 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
Liv does, in fact, give a start. Ravine is as silent as -- well, ghost.

"Um-- yeah." She moves out of the woman's way, as if she's just trying to get past Liv to the items on the shelves in she'd been standing in front of. Despite being startled, Liv is quick to settle back into a calmness she hasn't felt in...

No, not even before she was scratched. She has never, ever felt this calm before. How'd she make it so long before her undeath? How'd she survive without falling ill?

Who knows. Won't happen to her now.

"You?"
whip_poor_will: (the nile's edge)

[personal profile] whip_poor_will 2017-01-24 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Ravine's interest does not, in fact, lie with the supplies the store provides. She has no need for any of it. So she just stands there as soon as Liv removes herself from the immediate path.

Most people would generally be unnerved by her presence. An unfounded sense of unease. Unless one were dead or dying, they had no reason to be afraid. And even then, it is only death.

"Yes," she replies, a sense of serenity in her tones when she looks away. "I have to say, it is exciting to see new sights."
livandletdie: (can you believe this shit)

[personal profile] livandletdie 2017-01-24 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
When you're undead, your relationship with death is pretty unique, to say the least.

"Somehow I'm not sure these are the kind of sights most of us would be excited about." For example, Liv wants to see a safe, perfect version of the cure for the zombie virus, and she wants every zombie ever to take it. "But at least it's better than monsters or murderous clones."
whip_poor_will: (you gotta learn to play the game right)

[personal profile] whip_poor_will 2017-01-25 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Indubitably. This woman's condition inspires much intrigue from the dark figure. She should be mere inches from the Scythe, and yet her soul remains tied tight to her body.

"I haven't noticed much difference. But then, monsters are no unique concept and clones don't seem to care about me."

Rather, they don't notice Ravine when she can easily cloak herself in some places. She doesn't like interfering with such affairs. Best to keep a distance.
livandletdie: (check your facts)

[personal profile] livandletdie 2017-01-26 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
The only monsters back home are zombies (excluding people like Blaine and Mr. Boss and Vaughn Du Clark), and they're have no interest in Liv, because she's one of them, a monster who lives because others have died.

But hey. This tranquility business is working like a charm. The grim reality melts away into the back of Liv's mind, keeps her focused on the here and now.

"Lucky you." The monsters here look at Liv like any human. It's almost refreshing. "I could do without the drama."

Without the adrenaline spike in her blood awakening the Romero kept at bay by her diet.
whip_poor_will: (you gotta learn to play the game right)

[personal profile] whip_poor_will 2017-01-30 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
"That's what a lot of people seem to think," she says with an amused quirk in her lip. "But if everyone always had their way, they'd be bored to tears. Drama is the spice of life."

Without drama, there would be no story to tell. None worth telling, in any case.

And people so often love their stories.

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Tranquility

[personal profile] ghostborne 2017-01-23 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
This is the underworld. The gods are punishing him. They caught him in a dream and dragged him down to the river and he's never going to escape. Bard came to this conclusion after wandering the caves for what felt like a long time and failing to recognize a single landmark. Currently he's crammed himself between two boulders, knees hugged to his chest and the Widow lying at his side, still in its sheath.

He's not crying. He's not.

Bard looks up slowly. There's a giant standing in front of him. He looks away before he can make eye-contact by accident and doesn't respond. It's a trick. He's in the underworld. The gods are angry with him.

The Widow rattles in its sheath, suddenly angry.
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whip_poor_will: (the nile's edge)

[personal profile] whip_poor_will 2017-01-24 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
It figures. Anyone who believes that they're dead (or still deceased) always assumes the worst.

She doesn't say anything else for a moment. Just leans forward, as she is oft to do with most who linger at a significantly lower height than herself. Her head tilts, black hair draping across one shoulder when she does so.

"You don't need to be afraid. It was just a question."

Honestly. Some people's children...
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[personal profile] ghostborne 2017-01-24 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not afraid."

Not of her. Even if she's a god with a hidden name and only wants to kill him. This is the underworld and it would be her right, if you believe the stories. Alexio certainly did.

Bard knows most of the stories. He believes a few. Just not like his grandfather did.

He rests his forehead on his knees. It's easier that way. "Are you angry with me?"
whip_poor_will: (so glad to see you well)

[personal profile] whip_poor_will 2017-01-25 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Even has she bends her knees, squatting before the young man, the stunning size of the dark woman is clear. Many would find it alarming, but nothing about Ravine exudes intimidation.

"Now why would you think that?" She makes her point when any trace of anger or negative emotion remains absent from her reply.
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[personal profile] ghostborne 2017-01-28 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Bard doesn't say the obvious, that everyone is angry with him for one reason or another. It feels too easy.

Instead he points at the Widow. The sword hums in its sheath.

"Because I took it. And it killed a god."

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[personal profile] romanovs 2017-01-24 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
What are personal bubbles, can you eat them?

The sudden heavy hand on his shoulder would get a bit more of a violent reaction at other times, most likely, but as it is Russia just turns around and eyes her with mild interest.

"It's fine. How is yours?"
whip_poor_will: (you gotta learn to play the game right)

[personal profile] whip_poor_will 2017-01-24 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Pleased not to be met with a reaction of shock or alarm, Ravine smiles.

"About as pleasant as one can expect, given the circumstances." There is no dismay or outrage in her tone, no anger or terror of being here despite having arrived with a bunch of man-eating bugs. This place is interesting. These melting pot of various people from other worlds? Interesting.

People are just so fascinating.

Times do change.
romanovs: (Is that so?)

[personal profile] romanovs 2017-01-24 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
He's met death in so many altercations, and is at this point much more certain of his continued survival than he was before leaving Hadriel, so that there really seems to be no reason to show alarm, even if he were to know who exactly the person before him is.

"...How would it be bad?"

Sure, he's back here, but that just means that he's back with his other family, and that's good. It all evens out. He can return to them even if he leaves this place, that's good, too, and makes up for that this place can always return him to it, right?
whip_poor_will: (so glad to see you well)

[personal profile] whip_poor_will 2017-01-25 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Indeed, it would seem that she is not the only one here aware of the existence of other layers. Worlds other than one that make up a whole. Her being here poses as neither a threat nor hindrance to her busy 'schedule', so she is perfectly calm, despite everything.

"Not everyone is as easy to adapt to change." Her expression warms up with a smile. "But not you, though. You have a reason to be here, don't you?"
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[personal profile] romanovs 2017-01-26 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Change usually hurts a lot of people, and in the end everything will be the same and just look different, yes?" Not that all change is bad, but when people start to talk about change they usually mean murdering the old ruling family or similar things. The best thing that can be done in the face of such change is to obey and quietly continue what you've been doing.

"But this place is good. My mother and my big bro are here."

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[personal profile] wastedhope 2017-02-02 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Simon is not a tranquil person. He's prone to stressing and fussing, panicking and overreacting, raging and screaming. As much as he tries to stay calm and collected it's usually a struggle, so his current state is... strange. He's aware enough to know that it's strange, to realize that something's affecting him but ironically he's so calm the thought doesn't bother him. He sits by the side of the lake, considering his lot in life. How did he wind up here, body transported along with his consciousness this time? Is he trapped in this body forever now? In this place? How will he ever connect with anyone again, being what he is?

Usually these thoughts would depress him, but not today. And when the hand falls on his shoulder he doesn't startle, just glances up with robotic eyes glowing red inside his helmet.

"I'm okay," he answers, and realizes that for the first time since before his accident, it's true. Was that weeks ago or a century ago? It depends on how you're counting. But right now, he would smile if he had a face. "It's quiet here right now. That's nice."
whip_poor_will: (the nile's edge)

[personal profile] whip_poor_will 2017-02-04 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
Deep down, she's pretty sure that she should probably stop with the hand thing. People here get jumpy, and with good reason.

Oh well. Not like she has to worry about whether or not one of them turns on her with an itchy trigger finger or a knife or something.

She's crouched behind him now, her long legs bending spider-like from her stance -- especially with her thin arms resting over her knees as they are. Her hand pulls away as she bears down on the ghost inside its little red-eyed shell. Isn't that interesting?

"For the current frame of time, yes. I believe some would call this the 'calm before the storm', but there is always one of those coming."

Of course, why get worked up over a fate you have no control over, anyway?