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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"Maybe don't automatically assume everyone's a dude?" Obviously. Nick rolls her eyes and folds her arms over her chest, watching him futilely struggle to free himself. He's obnoxious enough that she has half a mind to just turn around and leave again.

"Uh huh. You don't say." Was she supposed to be impressed? Because she just plainly isn't. Something about this guy is irritatingly familiar, and it takes her half a second to recognize that his ridiculous manner reminds her of Chris.

"Name's Nick." And she pauses for a moment, thinking, before she adds, with a sarcastic half-smile: "Queen of the Nightbane."

If he can make stupidly exaggerated claims, so can she.

"Maybe just let me out of here and we don't have to talk about it anymore, okay?" These straps are not comfortable, and he's really not interested in seeing what whoever put him here is planning on doing with those knives on the table next to him. It doesn't even cross his mind that she might be the one who put him here.

She doesn't look impressed now, but just give him a chance, really. Honest. On the other hand, her own self-appointed title clearly goes right over his head, judging by the blank look on his face. "The hell's a queen?"

"Seriously?" That's his question? What kind of idiot doesn't know what a queen is? She'd understand if he'd never heard of Nightbane - Nick herself never heard the word until after she discovered she was one. But to not know a queen ...

"A queen is a lady who rules everything and takes no shit from anyone," she says, finally, in answer to his question. "Now tell me why exactly I should let you out of there." She points to the straps holding him down. He doesn't seem like the begging type, but Nick can always stand to be a little surprised.

The kind of idiot whose only idea of monarchy is a dude called the Spiral King, duh. But hey, whatever the hell a queen is isn't the point here. The point is, she's not letting him out. Who does that?? He's even being nice about it! "Why? Are you kidding? You're human, right?! Come on, help me out here! Don't leave me hanging!" He looks mildly outraged. Who would leave anyone strapped to a table like this? It's just not cool.

Nick snickers at that - you're human, right? Not exactly. Not anymore. Sure, she looks human still - in this form.

But she doesn't always.

She takes a few sauntering steps forward, closer to the dim source of light. "You don't look like you're hanging," she says, smirk spreading across her face. "Looks to me like what you are is strapped down." Clearly this is an important distinction to make.

She'd be cute, if she weren't so scary-looking. Especially when she smiles like that. Suddenly, he's really sure he doesn't wanna be strapped to this table anymore. Craning his head towards the tray next to him, he throws his weight that direction. Maybe this table isn't glued to the floor. Maybe he can get one of those sharp things and get himself out before she gets any ideas. Shudder. "Hanging, strapped, whatever! The point is, a man's not meant to be tied down like this! I'm a free spirit, come on!" Maybe the wheedling tone can cover some of his outrage. Maybe.

"Oh for fuck's sake." Nick sighs loudly and rolls her eyes. "Hasn't anyone ever told that whining is incredibly unattractive?" She marches over to the table and starts fussing with undoing the straps. The sooner she gets this over with, the sooner this guy will shut the fuck up. Maybe.

"That wasn't whining! I never whine. It was just convincing you to do the right thing, and get me the hell out of here!" Thankfully he manages to restrain the comment until she's got at least one of his arms free. Just in case she changes her mind. "I mean, damn, really, that's pretty cold of you, thinking about leaving me stuck here waiting for whatever grabbed me to come back." And there's one leg, and the other, and...up he hops off the table, all six feet and change of him, adjusting his belt and immediately looking for...something, in the corners of the room. Under chairs, in what few cabinets there are.

"You see a sword over there anywhere?"

"You were whining like a fucking child." She does have half a mind to just stop and let him deal with the rest of it, just to make a point, but finds herself continuing to undo the restraints anyway, until they're all undone and she's looking him over, sizing him up. He's taller than her, but not by much.

"Yeah, sure, a sword. Over in the corner, by the horse-drawn carriage and the windmill." Who carries a sword anymore?

The clueless look he gives her should be evidence enough that he has no idea what the hell she's talking about. Windmill...Horse...what even are these things. "What corner?" Come on, lady, work with him just a little.

As he turns, he spots a tiny corner of bright orange sticking out from under the edge of the table he'd been strapped to. He's on it in a flash, and what he pulls out is a slightly ragged cape that gets fastened around his bare shoulders with a flourish. "There, that's more like it! Halfway there!"

Once again, Nick rolls her eyes at him, exhaling a sharp breath through her teeth. Exactly how dumb is this guy, anyway? "No, I haven't seen your damn sword." And fine, she'll ask: "Who actually still carries a fucking sword? Are you from the Dark Ages or something?"

The cape just earns him a disapproving stare. "Halfway to looking like a complete moron, sure."

"The kind of guy who doesn't go around in weird places unarmed! What's your deal, anyway, Queenie? Why're you hanging around here?"

She can look at him like that all she wants. His cape is badass, and he knows it. Like he'd throw away the symbol of Team Dai-Gurren! Moving past her, he looks around in this corner, finally shouting in triumph as he finds his sword buried under a pile of rags covered in something he really doesn't wanna be thinking about. Standing again, he shoves the scabbard through his belt, moving for the door.

"You just gonna stand there or what? Let's get out of here!"

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