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Test Drive Meme #3
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.]
hannah washington ☠ until dawn
[ She's in Hell. What other explanation is there? After - After what happened, after the nightmarish memories that are corroded and bent out of shape in her mind, there's no other place. The light above her head flickers, a stereotype within a stereotype, and she realizes she has a headache throbbing in her temple before she really realizes where she is. ]
Oh - Fuck. [ It's quiet, sharp, and she struggles against her bindings. It's for naught, though, given that they're so tight and she is (now, somehow) only human. Thin arms flail as much as there is room, but, mostly, she isn't able to make any headway.
Hannah Washington hasn't been afraid like this recently, but now it hits her full-force. Stuns her in a way that clears aside other fears and memories that are surfacing like bubbles rising to the top and which she can't bear to face or own up to at the moment. ]
Is anybody there? [ She calls, her voice wavering. There's got to be a way out, somehow, and then she can figure out why she's in this fucking creepy place to begin with. Her eyes fall on the surgical tools and her stomach summersaults; Hannah swallows hard, blinking back tears, but it doesn't stop the terror that threatens to choke her before some mad scientist, or doctor, or... whoever comes in and - ]
Fuck, fuck, fuck - [ She whimpers, pressing her head back and into the seat, heart pounding out of control. ]
hope
[ Things seem kinder now. The brunette lays a hand on a stuffed animal, one that looks a little too much like another from her room at home for comfort. It'd been done on purpose, probably, but she can't think that way. Paranoia hasn't gotten her anywhere so far, and there's no use getting worked up just because of a plush bear. ]
It's like they know. [ She says aloud, tone one of wonder, fingers trailing over the lid of a music box. Hannah looks almost trance-like as she opens it and the melody of Frère Jacques plunks outward. ] About our lives, and... like they've seen our stuff.
[ Because it's almost exactly the same as the one Josh had given her for Christmas, minus the inscription he'd added. The hairs on the back of her neck prickle with the insane coincidence of it all and she shuts it with a snap. ]
Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. [ Hannah says hurriedly, upon noticing another person in the room. ] I'm just, um... getting used to this place.
hope
I don't know if I'll ever get used to this place. [ She admits, quietly. She's been here longer, and she still feels as if she's just woken in the coliseum again. ]
no subject
Right... [ Hannah chews on her lip, gaze flitting toward Ashley briefly better turning back to the assortment of objects that line the shelves. ] But, you've been here for a while, right?
[ Alive. She'd survived... everything, hadn't she? The details of that night are foggy, faded, grainy, like a photograph that's all but eroded. Hannah can't exactly say with confidence who'd been killed and who she'd just tried to kill.
Not now, don't think about it now. ]
no subject
[ She wonders if that's how it felt for Hannah down in the mines. To think of her involvement the prank that caused it makes her stomach tense. A part of her just wants to smother the other teenager in apologies (please, please, I'm so sorry), and another just wants to forget the reality of their past.
It's so much easier just pretending everything is relatively normal. ] It's not always bad, though, it's just not... [ She picks up a snow globe idly. It looks a little like the lodge, all covered in snow. She gives it a shake and returns it to it's place. ] It's just not home, you know?
[ It suddenly feels wrong to mention home at all. Can Hannah ever go home? Could they find a way to bring her back with them, alive and normal? ]
2
From there...well, from there, he'll improvise.
But as he's skulking down the hallway, the sound of a voice inside one of the rooms gets him to freeze midstep.
The objective has probably just expanded in scope, because whatever he doesn't know about this place, he knows that it's sketchy as hell and nobody should just be left here. So he crouches outside the door for a three-count, waiting for signs that anyone else has heard before he slips inside.]
Don't scream.
[He hopes she wouldn't anyway, but a guy gets used to expecting the worst, coming from a world full of people who have no idea just what science has done. Still, that's the only preamble he offers before he moves closer to inspect the straps keeping her on the table.]
Are you okay to walk once I get these off?
no subject
I'm-... I think so. [ Jesus. Is she okay? No. No way, not ever again, probably. Not that there is an "ever again." But for now, she feels very solid and physical and all that, so she tries to steady her breathing, focusing on her interaction with the talking green guy. ] Yeah. I guess.
[ Nothing definitive from this traumatized teen, that's for sure. ]
Where am I?
no subject
Literally and figuratively.]
I don't know. But I don't think we should stick around and find out.
[He wouldn't stick around if this place were the most legitimate looking hospital around, to be fair; from his perspective, there's not really any such thing as a safe one. The perils of being a scientific anomaly. But this place doesn't look safe for anyone, ever.
He reaches to draw one of the swords sheathed on his back, bringing it forward to make short (but precise) work of the straps.]
fear
But he hears her, it has to be her voice, and - well - it's not the first time, but every time it seems so real that he has to respond. So he does, this time too, voice just on the teetering edge between panic and uncertainty.]
Hannah?
[The hallways are strange, nothing here is familiar, but he knows where that voice came from. He stumbles into the room and sees her, and part of him says it's impossible but the rest is just relieved, and he can't even think to question how or why, because if he does she might disappear.]
Hannah - hold still, hey, I'll get you out -
no subject
Josh? [ Christ, someone might hear, but... what choice does she have? If there's help to be had, if her brother is really here, then she has to see for herself.
More than likely, it's probably a hallucination, but... Then he bursts into the room and she almost just bursts out crying to see him, to see him as herself. ]
Josh - [ She's choked up and struggles more than ever against her bonds, frantic to escape and confirm if any of this could possibly be real, even a little bit. ] Oh, God, are-... is it really you?
no subject
It's really me. I should be asking you that.
[But - but first things first, he hurries over to struggle with the straps holding her arms, and that means he has to touch her arm, and she feels real, as real as anything. This can't be possible. Or maybe it is, maybe this whole time everyone was wrong and she was just fine, and if only they'd looked harder -
The strap comes undone, and Josh reaches over to fumble with the other one.]
Are you okay, are you - how are you here? What happened? Shit, Hannah -
Hope
Except she'd been the wendigo he'd faced last. The one that had grabbed him and thrown him, the one he'd watched kill Sam and he'd killed in return by blowing them all up.
God, he should just turn around and go, he really really should.
He moved to the glowing globe and looked in, it seemed like something was supposed to be there in the middle of the light, but it was empty, just filled with more light but swirling like it was trying to make room for whatever it was missing.]
This place is weird. Been here around a month and it's still...you know. [He shrugged. He didn't know if he could look at her.
After a moment, he worked up his nerve and tried to anyway.]