Test Drive Meme #3

[hadrielmods]

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.

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!

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: GIMME A HUG
[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 on the rooftops watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity to separate you from your group and tear you into pieces. This time, the Door has brought in a large slithering beast for you meet.

This Titanoboa is not the friendliest of snakes. Over fifty feet long, it requires quite a lot of meals in order to keep going, and it seems to be most interested in making you one of them. A giant anaconda, this is a constrictor rather than a venomous snake - but don't worry. It's got teeth, too, in case it needs to do a touch of nibbling. We're sure you'll get along just fine.]


SCENARIO TWO: THE DOCTOR IS IN
[You awaken on an operating table. How did you get here? What's going on? You don't remember checking into a hospital or seeing a doctor, and when you try to get up you quickly discover that your hands and legs are secured tightly to the table, the straps digging into your skin.

Next to the table is a tray of gleaming steel surgical instruments, their sharp blades glittering as the overhead light flickers. They seem to be the only clean thing in the room, as you begin to realize that the walls of this operating room are moldy and stained, and there's something dripping from the ceiling. This may not be a legitimate hospital at all.

There are footsteps outside the door. It could be a friend - or not. Will you call for help? Try to free yourself? Lay back and wait for the doctor to arrive?]


H O P E

SCENARIO THREE: HOPESGIVING
[You find yourself in a kitschy, brightly lit, utterly pleasant gift shop. Lining the shelves are all manner of stuffed animals, inspirational figurines, greeting cards, and delightful ornaments. Some even look familiar, like something you might have seen before.

The door isn't locked. You can just leave, if you want. But on a pedestal where the registers should be is a globe of glittering light, and within it, a picture of the person you care for most in the world. Carved on the pedestal are the words Bring someone hope, and you will bring them happiness.

Of course, you aren't alone in there. Will you find something on the shelves to show to your companion, something that might bring them hope? Or maybe you brought something from home. Or maybe you don't care at all, and just want to smash everything in there. It's all up to you.

This is a simplified version of this month's Hope event.]

Comments

[toochromeforthisshit]

Do you even have a mouth?

[All up in that visor of yours Caboose, trying to see if he can see inside that helmet. He will accept that weird compliment because he looks awesome and he knows it. The chromest of all the War Boys.]

Not if there's something to fight! Then we should stay and fight, not run off and die soft. You look fit for fighting.

[1/2]

[friendlyforce]

[friendlyforce]

Yes! Yes, I do have a mouth. I had to think about it, but yup, I got one.

[ Fighting? They're going to fight? Why are they going to fight? ]

Yeah, but um, I'm allergic to violence. Sometimes. And, so, I'm going to have to not do that thing. 'Cause they don't like it when I bite the dentist. [ Insert fake cough. ]

[kamiizumi]

I don't know much about art...but I was named after him, I'm told.

[toochromeforthisshit]

[He's not even going to question having to think about what body parts you may or may not have. He is, however; super perplexed by the allergic to fighting part. So he reaches out and shoves him. Just to see what happens.]

What's with all the chrome if you're not even gonna punch whoever's in your way?

[casperdisaster]

[Noah makes a face, but goes to fetch the rabbit. He guesses if you don't hug at all, maybe stuffed animals don't make any sense.

So he just shrugs, trying to get the white clay off of it.]

What is this gunk?

[casperdisaster]

He was an inventor too, pretty famous?

[Then again, if Leonardo didn't go to school...

Noah sets off through the stacks of shelves, perusing what they have available. Most books are probably a no go, but he does manage to find what he was aiming to find, a rotating display of tiny gift books, one of which he manages to find on famous painters. Da Vinci is, of course, right at the front. Noah holds it out to Leonardo, tiny pages open to show the Mona Lisa in miniature on one side, Leda with the Swan on the other.]

The Last Supper is in there too, it's a double-page spread on the next page.

[toochromeforthisshit]

War paint.

[He grins. See him all painted and proud?]

Not for you pup. You're too little to do war.

[He sizes Noah up, eying him like a resource, then shoves him in the shoulders. Hard.]

[casperdisaster]

[Any retort Noah had about not wanting to do war is cut off.

The shove knocks him on his ass. Hard. Nothing breaks but he does kind of bite his lip pretty hard when he lands and that definitely bleeds unpleasantly, and his tailbone is absolutely going to be bruised and now he hurts wow thanks a lot asshole.

There's no fighting back, though. Just looking up at Morsov with sad eyes.]

Why'd you do that?

[toochromeforthisshit]

[Well that was pathetic. He was expecting to at least get kicked at.]

To see what you're worth.

Gonna end up a bloodbag if you're not careful. Full-life.

[He doesn't offer a hand up or anything, just cocks his head and watches him. ]

[casperdisaster]

[Maybe if Morsov was like a literal monster... but he's just a person. Even if he's an asshole person, apparently. Noah is still just gonna take the abuse or remove himself from the situation.

He wipes at his lip.]

The fuck's a bloodbag?

[toochromeforthisshit]

You know, to keep the crew alive.

[Someone has no idea that he's not in the Wasteland anymore and Noah has no fucking clue what he's talking about.]

You don't wanna die hanging upside down bleedin' out do you?

[cowed]

[ predictably, he backs up until he hits the wall; he glances over his shoulder in surprise, as if it shouldn't be there. he blows his bangs out of his face, looking back at her. ]

Do you even know enough to make that determination? [ ... even if it is kind of true. his shoulders draw up. ] Besides, I freed you.

[ he gestures broadly to the parts of the room they're leaving behind: the closed door, the now damaged gurney... cut him a little slack, huh. ]

[casperdisaster]

Um, no, I would not like to die that way, I've already been beaten to death with a skateboard, being drained of blood upside down for - some ... weirdo vampire cult doesn't sound fun.

[friendlyforce]

[ Ah, being shoved -- but he actually doesn't move much as he does wobble just a little bit. ]

I don't know if this is chrome. It looks like it's metal. Maybe some screws in it? Iron? Lead? I'm not quite sure. What does metal have to do with punching?

[underwforwizard]

Okay. So much for that theory. Now Harry's back to being completely clueless. Amos is right about one thing though. Both of them need to get moving. Standing around in this room all day won't get them anywhere.

Harry looks around the room one last time, hoping that he might find his staff just sitting in the corner somewhere. Of course he's not that lucky. Finally he follows after the other man.

"Yeah yeah I'm coming. Hold your horses."

[iwannabeadragon]

If Corypheus was that creative we might actually have something to worry about.

[Seeing the mark is enough for him. Sure it wasn't exploding with weird magical energy at the moment but that's probably for the best.]

You could make your very own stay at home fireworks show.

YOU SAW NOTHING. ESPECIALLY NOT A BULLET BOY INSTEAD OF A WAR BOY.

[toochromeforthisshit]

What's a vampire?

You look fine for being beaten to death? You heal fast?

[Your outlook as a bloodbag is looking better and better!]

[miscreant]

You did. I wonder if you're beginning to regret that.

[She keeps me the distance between them minimal, because his discomfort brings her calm from the uneasiness she had felt when waking up strapped to that table.

Her eyes narrow, staring straight through him, with a tension in the air that suggests she might snap if he moves the wrong way.]

You're right. I don't know enough. All I know is that you're wearing those robes and by all rights I should strip the flesh from your body on that merit alone.

[cowed]

Wasn't the attitude you had when we last met.

[ that's unfortunate. he leans heavy against the wall, slumping a little. it fails to bring him any comfort. ] You're still just as ungrateful, though.

[miscreant]

[That was not the correct thing to say. Her sneer expands and sharpens almost immediately -- she remembers bits and pieces, but not enough for a clear picture of someone she simply remembers being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Or the right time?]

If I were you, I would be more mindful of such a clever tongue.

[Stalling.]

[cowed]

Hardly clever if it's just the truth.

[ after all, he hears no denial. he tenses up as if to make a break for it, but stays put, still looking at seviilia but not quite meeting her stare. he tilts his head in deference to her, but adds on nothing else. ]

[toochromeforthisshit]

[Okay that was heavier than he was expecting.]

It's shine.

Why are you wearing all this if you're not gonna fight and just run away from everything?

[peoplediewhenikillthem]

[ This teenager cares little for things like orcs and knights. Sometimes there are fantasy shorts in the magazines that Mikiya brings back to the apartment, but Shiki glosses over those like she does with the rest of the marks that fill the page. Why he bothers with useless gestures like that is something Shiki will never comprehend, but the fact of the matter is she understands what he's saying. Vaguely.

It goes in one ear and out the other save for a single remark. One that has died previously. It's something that hits a little too close to home and results in her studying her target with a more intimate gaze than before. ]

Are you mistaking me for some kind of child? It's too much work to be scared and even more work to put yūrei to rest. [ So if he's a vengeful spirit of some kind, she'll just let him roam free. This isn't a job she's being paid for after all. ]

[miscreant]

[To this, she casts a sidelong glance to some other knick-nack on the shelf beside her. It isnt as if she's concerned with consequences at the moment. There's nobody to monitor two angry dead folks in a toy store.

So she passes it to him -- a reindeer blown from glass.]

How small do you think you can splinter this?