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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Maketh had grown rather tired of wampas. She'd never seen them before, at least not outside of a textbook or particularly hysterical after-action report, but Hadriel - in all its ever-growing charm - hadn't been a pleasant introduction. They'd made it past the perimeter and didn't seem inclined to keep to the caves. And they were big.

At least they weren't particularly clever.

Maketh had set herself up a perch atop one of the stores, a good position to attack from, and would have fired if she hadn't heard the distinctive hiss of a lightsaber activating.

Oh, for fuck's sake. More Force-users.

Please, by all the stars in the galaxy, don't let it be more Sith.

Maketh grits her teeth, adjusts her sights, and fires.

The wampa squeals when it goes down, a decidedly unpleasant sound.

Yep. More and more of them~ They come in swarms.

Qui-Gon paused at the sound of a blaster, noted the perfect shot and how the sense of the wampa faded from the Force. He straightened after making sure there weren't more, and deactivated the green blade to hang it from his belt.

"Thank you for the assist."

Hmm. He was politer than most.

Maketh stood, one hand on her rifle, and gave him a wary look.

"Jedi?"

He let his robe fall over his weapon, though didn't really try to hide it. "Perhaps I killed a Jedi and took his weapon." Just in case, though he wasn't positive about her.

Maketh canted an eyebrow. "And his robes as well?"

It was certainly possible, though she hoped otherwise. Jedi killers were difficult. He'd want a bounty if it was true, though there was no one to pay and she wasn't part of the Empire anymore.

Qui-Gon gave her a slightly amused smile and decided to trust the Force's guidance. Besides, if he was to be in the city for any length of time, he'd be using his name.

"My robes are my own. My name is Qui-Gon, I don't believe I have heard your name yet."

An actual Jedi. Wearing robes and not armor, of all things. Maketh wasn't sure what to make of that. "Maketh Tua. You are--unexpected."

Alive and kicking! So to speak. He bowed, lips pursed in an amused half smile. "I often am." Unless another Force-sensitive was around. "Though hopefully I can be of some help here."

And he bowed. Maketh tried not to stare like an idiot. He must have been before the Empire. "Perhaps you can. I need the rest of these things dead. Can you sense how many there are?"

He liked to spice things up a bit. And surprise people out of what they thought he should be doing, if they knew about Jedi and him being one. He took on a thoughtful look- as much as he didn't like the idea of wiping out a species even just in one area, he was practical enough to recognize it was necessary to protect the settlement. And wampas weren't something the average person would be able to handle easily.

"I can tell you there are perhaps fifty, though many more of similar temperament and varying sizes."

"Fifty!?"

Damn all the stars. Maketh swore, low and vicious. They didn't have the ammo to handle that number.

"I don't have the men to handle that."

No point in lying. Maketh swore again, then straightened. Adapt to the situation, soldier. Do your duty.

"Can you control them? At least get them to move away from the city?"

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