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

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[cowardley]

[ the voice echoes down the halls, and it feels as if her heart stalls. ]

Josh?! [ the last she'd heard his voice, it'd been his screams as the metal saw tore into his abdomen. she's heard the truth: that the whole thing had been an elaborate prank in revenge for Beth and Hannah, but that sounds as much like the truth as the reality of their current situation.

she considers her options, wanting to turn around very suddenly and pretend she heard nothing, but she knows that wouldn't be right. she couldn't do that, not here. she steels herself before she jogs down the hall. ] Josh, I'm coming, all right?

[pighead]

[Her voice is familiar, and Josh isn't sure whether to be relieved or even more tense.]

Ashley?

[Maybe not the top name on Josh's list if he's looking to be saved from some kind of horror movie hospital set - or whatever this is, if it's real - but she's familiar, and she's here. Josh struggles against the straps, but he's only succeeding in hurting himself. He can't get any give at all.]

I'm over here!

[cowardley]

[ Ash moves quickly, crossing the hall to the double doors that led to the operating room. She tries to open them as quietly as possible, but the rusted hinges squeak and whine; she freezes, half in the operating room, straining her ears for any sound that signaled danger. When nothing happens, she fully slips in.

She's by his side in a matter of moments then, thin, shaking fingers working at the leather strap that keeps his right arm down. ] God, why is it so... [ It's too tight, or maybe she's shaking too much, but she can't get it undone. She can't. But maybe...

She grabs a surgical blade. ] Stay still, ok?

[ She'll just cut the damn leather strap open! ]

[pighead]

[It really is her. She's real. This place is real? Or - something. Whatever, what matters is getting out of here, any questions about the nature of reality and why Ashley, of all people, is here can wait for later.]

Yeah, sure. Just don't cut my wrist open, okay?

[It's a joke, sort of, but it's a really awful joke, all things considered. But hey, it's the best he can do right now, and he does stay very, very still.]

What are you doing here? What is this place?

[cowardley]

[ Reality is all subjective these days, Josh! ]

It's not like it's scissors. [ she mutters darkly beneath her breath as she slips a finger through the leather, pulling it away from his wrist to offer another few centimeters of blade safety before she begins to saw away. the leather doesn't give easily, but the moment she's through the tanned outer layer, the rest goes quickly.

with one hand free, she places the blade in his hand so he can start on his other arm. ]

I'll get your feet. [ she wants to get out of here asap. ]

[pighead]

[He doesn't seem to understand what she means by that, but there are more important things to focus on right now. Like getting out of the creepy hospital. He takes its from her and starts sawing at the leather binding his other wrist. For all that he told her to be careful, Josh is actually far more careless as his discomfort and anxiety mounts. He does slip a little, but only scores a few light lines on the skin of his wrist, no deep cuts.

The leather breaks, finally, and he rubs his wrists, flexes his fingers.]

Hey, thanks, Ash.

[He feels like he can breathe a little better now, even if he's not totally free.]

I don't... really know how I got here.

[That's said almost reluctantly, because she might know, and it's entirely possible that he's supposed to know and yet - doesn't. That would be embarrassing. Among other things.]