test drive meme #15

[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 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?]

Comments

[kittycaterer]

[ Noctis is grounded in the grip of Regis' hand to his own, steeled not just by his voice. He looks down at them for but a moment, meeting his gaze quick to follow his words. He hangs on to them, so grateful to experience what he so blindly took for granted. ]

Yeah.

[ His eyes tightly shut, lips in a soft sort of snarl as Regis ruffles his hair. The little grunt he makes sounds far from angry, and more amused and grateful. When his hand retracts, Noctis smiles. Sheepishly. ]

I um.

[ He nods. ]

I'm grateful to see you to. It's... Not been particularly easy.

[ Noctis frowns, then looks away. ]

Terrifying, actually.

[kingslight]

[A smile reaches Regis' tired expression as he settles beside Noct. His wounded knee is still bothering him quite a bit but he hides the pain with half a decade worth of practice. He refuses to worry his son any further than he has thus far. The injury will heal eventually but for now, he'll ignore the slight agony in favor of talking to his son.

He knows of the pain that lurks within those gentle blue eyes. Regis prayed since Noct's birth that his son be spared from this grim fate but the Gods forsook his prayers. They announced his son as their 'Chosen One' and from there allowed so much despair to take root.]

I can imagine. [He mumbles quietly as he tries to shake off his somber thoughts.] But never give into terror, Noctis. You must be...brave.

[kittycaterer]

[ Noctis is exhausted, truthfully. Exhausted and still shell-shocked in the grand scheme of things. He turns his head, and each time he does he's certain his father will disappear but he doesn't. He is here, alive and very much real. That much is indicated by how close they sit, how Regis' robe manages to drift against his arm. The weight of his duties alone had been one thing, but losing his father, his closest friend since childhood.... ]

[ He adjusts himself against the wall, knees pressed to his chest so he can rest his chin on them. ]

Yeah.

[ The word is exhaled sharply, with a subtle turn of his head. ]

I know. I just.

How many more will die before it's over? And are we all just gonna end up here?

[kingslight]

[Regis could feel his son's gaze every so often but he doesn't turn to meet them. His thoughts have claimed him momentarily. There's so much that he wants to say to the boy but he needs to pace himself. He wants to ask Noct what transpired after his death but after learning of Lunafreya's untimely death, he's uncertain if he wants to hear the rest.]

I honestly wish I knew the answer, my son. [Regis replies as he places his hand upon Noctis' shoulder.] It's my sincere wish that no one else will have to perish.

Life is such a precious gift but every so often; we forget.