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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[Last time he checked--though, honestly, a conference with the reaper wasn't on his list of 'to-dos'--this wasn't typically how death stories went. Bright light, yeah. But a door and the abominable snowman didn't usually fit the bill. He was also pretty sure he didn't fall into some kind of hole in time, so this... yeah. This was different.

As soon as the blue and red-suited Meta shot magic silly string at the roof and perched in his new hiding place, Snart made a move out of the shadows. The gun charged as he aimed it carefully at the Yeti-like monster carefully. If he wasn't dead, there was no way in hell he'd let this thing kill him. And if he was dead, then what was the harm in fighting?]

More like, I think he found you.

[Leonard replied to the kid, carefully keeping his distance from the monster without taking his eyes off it as he moved around to the building.]

If Fido knows what's good for him, he'll sense danger and leave. I'm pretty sure his furry coat won't do him much good against my Cold Gun. [He drawls casually.] You hurt, kid?

You might wanna be careful anyway! I watched this thing on the Discovery Channel about silverback gorillas, how they're really shy and actually kind of gentle, but they're still like ten times stronger than the average guy.

[]peter, no one cares what you did last friday night. now on to his point.]

Okay, I'm just saying that this thing looks like it might be related, and that means he's probably pretty strong. Oh, and uh, yeah, I'm okay. Thanks for caring, dude!

[The aim of the gun... falters slightly as the kid rambles. ...and rambles. Leonard raises an eyebrow, the epitome of sass and incredulity. Was this kid for real right now?

His aim drops further when he reaches his point and now Snart's attention is entirely on the wall crawler.]

I plan on shooting it, not wrestling with it.

[Oh lord, another Ray Palmer. Can he just opt out of trying to help this kid? --but it's too late. The creature charges him while he's distracted and he finds himself flat on his back, disarmed in the fall. He rolls to the side as it tries to finish him.]

In case you were wondering, yes, he's very strong. [He says, clutching bruised ribs. He needed to get to his gun.] How did you piss this thing off, anyway?

[peter likes to talk, and for some reason, no one ever wants to make time for casual conversation during a fight. it doesn't make much sense to him - know thy enemy, right? what better way to get to know them than by having a thirty minute conversation?]

Right! Because you have a cold gun! [he points at it suddenly. it seems to be a true eureka! moment. but even if peter's expression is hidden beneath his mask, the tilt of his head says it all.] What's a cold gu-oh shit!

[peter swings when the yeti charges, less to escape and more to get behind the thing. he shoots a web at one of the beast's arms, essentially dragged behind it as it tries to go in for a second attack.]

See, strong! And I think it has some sort of a problem with the fact that my head is still attached to my neck. [peter crouches down, digging his heels into the ground to stop the yeti dead in its tracks, however temporarily that may be.]

[Snart will admit to liking the sound of his own voice when the witty banter is appropriate, or not appropriate. A colourful insult here, a snarky retort there...

The kid is oddly expressive, even when fully enshrouded in a spandex suit. But you'll have to forgive him, Spidey, as he gawks momentarily. He was pretty sure he had a few fractured ribs from a simple swat of this creature, and pajama boy here just halted it in it's rush to squash Snart. This Meta kid was strong.]

I can see why it might be a bit grouchy over that.

[See? Witty insults. He rolls to his feet with no more than a grimace, grabs his gun, and skips backwards to put some distance between himself and that thing's claws.]

Might wanna shield your eyes. [It's the only warning Peter will get before the gun goes off with a whine and a bright flash. The absolute zero beam encases the creature's legs in ice. When releases the trigger and shoulders the gun, the air around them will have dropped sharply in temperature. He hadn't really found much of anything that could withstand a direct blast, but he also hadn't shot one of these things before, either.]

That is a Cold Gun. [He drawls with a self-satisfied smirk.]

Aww, come on. It's grown on me!

[both snart and the yeti really might have a point. peter throws a hand up in front of his eyes at the last second, giving the creature a little more leeway. but then it suddenly stops, and peter can feel the chill in his air.]

Holy crap, that's cool! [no pun intended. he looks at the yeti's legs before something else distracts him.] I can see my breath!

[not as much as he could if he pulled his mask up, but still.]

Was that liquid nitrogen? I didn't know it could be used as ammunition.

[They definitely had a point. But Snart can't help but feel an air of satisfaction when the frozen limbs of the creature stay that way. Was it really that easy?

On the other hand, the kid was sounding more and more like Palmer. Another one. He shifted forward, eyeing the yeti warily.]

No. That would make ammunition a bit of a problem. I've taken it apart countless times, but explaining it is another story. Think particle gun that lowers the temperature of whatever it hits to minus 459.67 degrees. Absolute zero. It holds a limited charge, though, so we might want to not piss off any more yetis today. I also don't think it's wise to stand within grappling distance of it. Legless doesn't mean harmless.

[As if on cue, the beast takes a swipe at Snart again and if its upper body was a telltale sign, Cold had a feeling the thing could probably make itself a force to be reckoned with even without its legs. He was already out of range, but he still takes an extra step back, just to be sure.]

You didn't happen to make friends with anything else we should be looking out for, did you?

test drive meme #15

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