dankmemes | test drive meme #15

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 December 25th, and apps are open January 1st. Please remember that there is an app cap of 20 apps.

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, either through handwaving or through a shared mental experience while coming through the Door!

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: YOU SMELL SOMETHING?
[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 lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect chance to knock you out, drag you back to its cave, and hang you upside down for some reason. This time, the Door has brought in a number of Wampas, from the Star Wars movies.

Wampas are large and furry, in order to stay warm and alive on their native ice planet of Hoth. While their white fur helps them blend in at home, it's less helpful in Hadriel - but that's fine! They're giant and terrifying with big claws and teeth, they don't really need camouflage too. They'll be more than happy to hunt you down - and if they don't eat you right there, they could knock you out and take you home for a later meal. If you wake up in a wampa cave, let's hope you remembered your lightsaber.]

R A G E

SCENARIO TWO: WE'RE ALL PISSED OFF HERE
[For some reason, something's just pissing you off today. It's something weird, too, something that wouldn't normally bother you at all. Maybe it's jackets or buildings with too many windows. Maybe it's animals or the simple act of sleeping. Whatever it is, it's total bullshit and you hate it.

What are you gonna do about it? Smash some windows? Kick a puppy? Or hey, maybe you'll run across someone who hates that thing just as much as you do, and you'll make a new friend! Or a new enemy, if they're wearing that most horrible of wardrobe items, a jacket.

This is a mini version of our Why Do You Have To Be Mad? event this month!]

D E L I G H T

SCENARIO THREE: THE SPIRIT OF THE SEASON
[Generosity and charity have infected the city! And hey, that's a good thing, right? Hadriel could use a little more kindness. Who knows what's causing it - Delight is probably bored - but whatever it is, maybe it's affected you, too.

If it has, you'll be inspired by the desire to give gifts to your friends, your family, that stranger across the street. Of course, Hadriel doesn't have a lot of gift shops, so... well, maybe you should just give them the shirt off your back? Or hey, smash a shop window and grab that can of beans, they'll love that! You could even steal your friend's favorite jacket and give it to your other friend. How generous of you!

Or maybe you're totally unaffected, and a complete stranger just ran up to you on the street and tried to give you a shirt they ripped off their friend. It's, uh. Not weird. Aren't you gonna say thank you?]

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; f e a r.

[ there is a great number of disconcerting facts about this whole situation — first, this definitely isn't Roarton; second, he has no idea where this actually is; third, he'd somehow managed to get here alone and without Neurotriptyline — but none of those is quite as bad as the big, white, lumbering creature making its way towards him on the street. ]

Um, [ says Kieren Walker intelligently, backing up slowly. ]

You don't really want to eat me. [ christ, is he really trying to reason with what looks to be a yeti? it's not that he has too many other options available: he could run, but the creature will likely catch up to him, and he has nothing to defend himself with, no weapons, no guns, nothing. ]

You'd rather eat something that's, um, fresh, yeah? Well, I'm not. Trust me, someone who's already dead doesn't make for a good snack. [ hopefully. hopefully. ]

; r a g e.

[ it's an itch bubbling underneath his skin, the slow hum of irritation that just won't stop ringing in his ears, whispering in his mind, a similar feeling to what prolonged exposure to the company of Gary Kendall would cause in him.

the longer the day goes on, the more the corner of his eye twitches, his pale hands fisted in his jacket pockets, the pupils of his white eyes small as pinpricks. eventually, it's too much, and he stops in the middle of the street and exclaims, ]

I'm sorry, but that's just bullshit! [ he. seems to be pointing at the building to his right. okay then?? ]

Hm? [Marco stops in his tracks, brow furrowed in confusion.] What is -

[He follows the pointing finger and gasps once he takes a better look at the building. The first level is a shop. And there are cans at the window.]

Oh! Y-you're right. It's absolutely awful!

[ his outrage is directed towards cans; Kieren's goes towards the multiple windows adorning the building's front, but the end result seems to be the same. ]

Isn't it? Why do they need so many of them? That's just stupid!

[ it's not like there's anything much to look at here on the street, anyway! ]

[Natasha might be confused by Kieren's behavior if she hadn't seen someone else express a similar sentiment not all that long ago. Hopefully the newcomer is less likely than Barnes to try solving the problems with explosives.

Just in case, Natasha is quick to intercept.]

Is it? [She glances at the window as though considering.] Guess it might be a little excessive.

[Leaning in, she tries to catch his eye, draw his gaze away from the building.]

Maybe we should get away from it?

[ he's not sure why, but he expects the woman not to agree with him, tell him that so many windows is completely normal, gives light to the rooms, some shite like that — so when she doesn't, it's... surprising enough to push the irritation out of the way. ]

Excessive sounds about right, [ he grumbles, but turns to her anyway, his white eyes meeting hers. ]

Not a bad idea, I don't really want to look at it anymore. Um... thanks. [ for drawing his attention? for taking him seriously? for not freaking out about his appearance? all of them, maybe. ]

[His irritation isn't normal, but Natasha also knows pointing that out isn't necessarily the best way to reason with him. Especially with the object of his frustration right there.

His appearance... well. She's not the kind to freak out.]

Don't worry about it. [She tilts her head the direction of one branch of the rubble strewn roadway.] Walk with me a little?

... sure.

[ if he sounds a little confused, that would be because he is — he's not exactly used to random people coming up to him and offering to spend time with him, but perhaps that has more to do with Roarton and less to do with him (as little as he'd believe that).

after a glance at her, he asks, ] You always offer to walk with people you don't know, or am I just special? [ said in the tone of someone who absolutely believes not to be special at all. ]

Not always. Sometimes though. [She's not entirely sure what she's doing here anyway, aside from trying to deescalate the situation and reaching out to someone else who, if she makes her guess, hasn't been here long.]

Have you been here long? Haven't seen you around, but I haven't exactly met everyone.

[there's a lot of words that kieren says that will register with connor later. for right now he, too, is in the wrong place at the wrong time but he kind of did it on purpose. people had helped him out when he got here. he's trying to return the favor.

trying being the key part of that statement, because connor walsh was not made for fighting dragons or creepy witches or creatures out of star wars. he was made for academia and writing papers and occasionally shit posting on the network.

so as it is he grabs kieren's arm, and drags him towards one of those dope mopeds they just got from tranquility (thanks!) which is a hideous magenta color (thanks for nothing) and tries not to think about the "someone who's already dead" part of what kieren say.

you wait it'll catch up with him]

Come on, lets get out of here.

[ for a moment, Kieren looks at the person who seems intent on getting him out of this particular bout of trouble, tries to assess him, the way he looks, talks — he doesn't exactly look like a fighter, he doesn't carry himself the way Jem does, doesn't even possess the kind of undeniable presence that Simon wears as easily as he does those over-sized horrid sweaters. no, this man feels... almost similar to Kieren himself; wrong place, wrong time, but a desire to help.

he doesn't resist when Connor drags him away from the wampa, on the contrary — he hurries his steps, glances at his savior as if for confirmation before getting on one of the mopeds. he hopes Connor knows how to drive one because he definitely doesn't... ]

Christ, yeh, please. I'm not exactly keen on becoming white yeti food.

Pretty sure no one is.

[he hops on the moped and throws the helmet at kieren, I guess, because there's only one and motions for him to climb on too.]

Hold on to me. Not that they go super fast, but you know, for safety. Wouldn't want to die by moped after avoiding white yetis.

[aren't they all white? he doesn't know.]

test drive meme #15

kieren walker ( in the flesh )

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