dankmemes | 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.]

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fear — two

[ gwen comes to slowly, groaning quietly before she opens her eyes. the overhead light makes her wince, the flickering not helping any with the pounding in her head. she tries to sit up, still groggy, and that's when she notices the restraints. adrenaline surges through her veins and she's suddenly wide-awake and wild-eyed. ]

No. No, no, no. Fuck no, I just got free of this!

[ this doesn't look much like the triskellion, true, but she's trapped. still in the tank top and shorts SHIELD had provided her with when they decided they wanted to study her. and those sharp and gleaming instruments aren't really doing anything to help her panic. she's had enough poking and prodding and questioning for more than one life-time, thankyouverymuch. and she is not looking forward to more.

heart hammering in her chest and breath coming in quick pants, gwen tugs at her restraints. ] This can't be happening. I--

[ her words die in her throat as she gasps, breath catching in her chest. red creeps up her skin from her back, crawling across her shoulders and neck as she tries to calm down. ]

Stop! Just stop already!! [ whether she's talking to the red slime or her supposed captors is anybody's guess. ]

hope — three

Seriously?

[ a pastel and beige statue of two children with overly large, doe-like eyes is plucked from a shelf and eyed with disdain. ]

Precious Moments? What are we, a bunch of old ladies who cook god-awful casserole for every church potluck?

[ gwen tosses the statue from hand to hand a few times, deliberating. the thing's ugly enough in her mind that she honestly wouldn't care if it just... slipped and smashed on the floor. but that's the kind of thing that would make aunt may disappointed in her. so after a moment, she sighs and places the thing back where it came from. ]

This is all bullshit.

[ Well, she sure as hell better not be talking like that to Johanna Mason. Johanna doesn't have her axe with her right now, but she doesn't exactly take kindly to that kind of tone. As far as she's concerned, she can say what she wants to people -- but if she doesn't like what you have to say, you'll know it.

Johanna's familiar with those kinds of screams, though. She's made them. Lived in cells next to people who've made them. It's why she's going from room to room, looking to fill her morphine drip, because dammit, she is not going to deal with this without some good, quality, drug abuse.

Johanna, at first glance, looks like she might belong here. She's wearing a hospital gown, has a mobile IV stuck into her arm like a good little patient, and looks pretty nonchalant about the whole thing. But there are hollows to her cheeks and bags under her eyes that suggests that she hasn't come from a hospital -- she's spent more of her recent life in prison. ]

You could say please. [ She shrugs. ] They've been giving you any meds? Because fuck, I'd like to know where the hell these people keep them. They certainly don't have any goddamn cleaning supplies around here.

Test Drive Meme #3

gwen stacy, marvel 1610.

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