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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The idea of these gods Will spoke of intrigued Hannibal. Were they real, or another creation of Will''s fevered mind? Regardless, Hannibal had never been one to cower before God or gods, and he could easily imagine taking them up on their game.

He helped Will into the water and watched as he fully submerged himself. That was good. Hannibal had been thinking of recommending that, to enact the body's reflex to cold water on the face, a slowing down of one's metabolism, which would lead to a further reduction of the fever.

Hannibal reached into the water, pressed a hand over Will's mouth and pinched his nose shut.

Will still didn't believe in the Gods here, he'd met one and seen a few of the others. They felt too human to him, nothing great and almighty about them. Their promises and deals could easily be done by a human in the position of power. But maybe that was just Will's skeptical mind, his imagination working overdrive and causing him to read more into the situation than was called for?

The water felt good as it swayed over his body, the coldness was well welcomed indeed. Normally he'd only splash some water over his heated face, why he'd never thought to do this sooner was beyond him.

As Hannibal's hand came down and covered his mouth and nose, Will blink a little startled at first. He assumed he was trying to make sure that Will didn't gasp and swallow some of the water, that he was helping him. But once his ears began to pop as he decompressed them by trying to breathe, Will started to panic a little. Was Hannibal trying to suffocate him where he lay in the bathtub? Feeling the sensation and need as his body cried out for air, Will flailed his arms about, his skin squeaking the side of the porcelain tub, water sloshing out to spill a little.

Throwing a hand up and tapping Hannibal's wrist before grabbing at it. He had to close his eyes then, the water began to sting them. Now he was alone, in the dark silence of the water, with no air or control. It was truly terrifying!

Hannibal's intention had been to help, even if there was also some satisfaction in holding Will below the water for less altruistic reasons. When Will panicked, Hannibal's grip tightened, concerned that the frightened Will would inhale water. "Will..." he called as the man thrashed. "Will!" He plunged his over arm into the water, wrapped it around Will's back, and hauled him out of the water, his hand releasing Will's mouth to wrap that arm around him as well, holding him tight. "Shhh...calm down."

Hearing Hannibal's voice, faint ad fading only made Will panic more. He couldn't see him, he could only feel him, his hand over his face. As much as he hated to, Will's mind leads him to places he would rather not, as his thoughts were often not tasty. For a second he believed that Hannibal was indeed trying to kill him, suffocate him then leave him to drown, just a nasty, untimely accident by a very sickly man.

No, no he had to stop thinking like that, and as Hannibal's arm came under the water and helped pull him back to the surface, Will gasped and spluttered. Water dripping down his face, cascading from his curled, soaking hair. "Hha!! Guh!" spluttering and heaving his breaths, his eyes searching Hannibal's as he held him still.

"I thought... "He panted, swallowed then sighed.

Will didn't have to finish the sentence. Hannibal knew what he thought. He wondered what would have happened had Will remembered everything that had happened, remembered them trying to kill each other time and again, remembered how he had struck the last blow, dragging Hannibal over the edge and into the sea. Would he have panicked? Would he have believed Hannibal meant to kill him? Would he have found that some sort of justice?

"I know," he said, gently cupping Will's face. "I promise you, I do not intend to kill you."

Perhaps, had Will known or remembered what had happened and what could still happen, maybe he would have had no fear while submerged with Hannibal's hand over his face. Perhaps he would have tried to pull him in alongside him and he be the one to hold Hannibal down? Or maybe he wouldn't have gotten into the water in the first place, maybe he would have been fearful or guilty of bringing back unpleasant memories of swirling water and the cold bite of waves?

As Hannibal cupped his face so gently, Will's face contorted and pulled into various expressions. Confusion at the brow, curiosity in his eyes and concern in his lips. To so boldly state he had no intentions of killing him, suggested to Will that Hannibal already knew of Will's doubts and his accusation.

"I ... I know? I'm sorry..."

That expression on Will's face was so strange. Hannibal remembered, with perfect clarity, Will's face that fateful night in Baltimore, the moment before Hannibal buried the linoleum knife into his gut. It wasn't much different. Of course, Hannibal was a lot less bloody now, though. And far more wet. "No need to apologize," he said. "Next time I will let you know." He nodded toward the water. "You should continue your bath."

Studying Hannibal's face for a moment, Will never could get a read on his from his expressions alone, but something told him he could still trust him. So, with a nod and almost embarrassed look away, Will lowered himself back into the bath.

Keeping his head above water for a moment this time, he inhaled deeply and closed his eyes.

"It's all going to change now that you're here..." He started, sinking more into the cool water. The surface licked his face, shaping it as it covered his ears, forehead, and chin. A few more inches and he'll be completely submerged once more. "...I finally have an ally." Smiling faintly before he vanished back under, keeping his eyes closed this time, much calmer, steadier breathing.

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