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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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{ delight }

( Perhaps it was a dream. Perhaps something had finally done it, taking the sniper down without her realising so. It wasn't the only question that Ana had but she didn't have chance to consider the others - not with someone running up to her and leaving a shirt in her hands.

It was a confusing display, made more so with him running off, handing a pair of trousers to the next person that he had found. Where had they come from? What was it for?

There's a slight chuckle that Ana gives at the oddity of it, and she gives the shirt a look to see if there was anything special about it but no, it was just plain and white. And worn.

With a shake of her head Ana folds it over her arm, looking for that man again to find him already gone. What a peculiar man. What an odd plan )

Edited 2016-12-21 20:17 (UTC)

fear (cw blood, possible violence) - (note that she looks like this for this starter)

[When she wakes up in the colosseum, she's herself again, as if getting shot did little more than knock her into another world. Hell, maybe she's dead and this is... well. Hell.

That creature making its way towards her sure looks like a demon.

The taste of fresh blood and brains is still on her tongue, so it's not the hunger that triggers the change, but the threat. Her eyes go red, her skin chalky white. She dodges a swipe of the wampa's claws and thinks -- she can still think, because she just ate, and her father was cooler in the face of violence than she is -- and knows she can't kill this monster.

If no one comes to help her, she'll run away and shove aside (violently) anyone in her way. If someone does come to help her, well... watch out, because you might only register as 'threat' to her, especially if you're human and thus a potential meal.]

rage

[She pictures her rather standing at the window of that particularly offensive building (too many windows, WHY), and it's his head Rita aims for as she throws a rock at the glass.

The sound the shards make as they hit the floor do little to ease her rage. Still too many windows. Dad's already dead.

Everything is awful.

She picks up another rock and tosses it at another window without warning anyone who might be walking nearby. She's not sorry.]

delight

[Rita frowns at all the smiling people, especially at the one approaching her with a gift. It may or may not be you, or maybe you're next to her. Maybe Rita doesn't hate you, who knows.

No matter who you are, she arches an eyebrow as she takes the gift.] Thanks? It better be booze.

[Thoughts?]

[write your own starter c: ]

[Suien has a headache, the kind that's sunk in deep behind his eyes and pounding in like it wants to flatten nails or liquefy the contents of his skull. It's not the first time he's woken up from a blackout or a bender and had no idea where he is. And it's far from the first time he's ended up with a headache that's attempting to kill him in unsubtle ways. This time he still has all his knives with him, though apparently he either spent all his money or got robbed last night. Goddamn sake.

Normally the crash of broken glass would be cause for alarm.

Suien drags his arm off his face with a groan. He's lying on his back on a bench, wondering if he can knock himself unconscious if he bangs his head against the wall hard enough.]

For fuck's sake, be quiet.

[He's not awake enough to murder anyone yet.]

Go fuck yourself, drunk hobo.

[She turns to face another building, counts the windows, decides some need to be broken.

There goes another window.]

Walk into an empty house, take a shower -- god you smell -- and sleep in a bed. Your delicate eardrums will be better off with walls to drown out the sound of violence.

fear;
[Not her bed, not a dream because she can get up and Leonie can move but the claws on the thing are-- well there are things like this lurking under the house, outside the house. Not so big because they don't let them grow too big but they have the potential.

Or maybe it's a dream and the swipe that comes too close really is Orpheus fighting her as she tries to wake up but why take the chance?

Beasts that get too big for themselves are a challenge but not something she necessarily takes on alone as she flexes her left palm; if you come along to help out, you might want to not get between her and the wampa. Not unless you want to be on the business end of a spell.]

delight;
[At least the sound of her nails drumming against the can settles her, which is perhaps all that one can really say - if anyone cares to ask - when they're approached by a woman brandishing a can of petit pois and a manic grin. Easy to smile back, play along for the moment; more flies with honey.

Or maybe a can of petit pois if you fancy it because Leonie has absolutely no use for it other than to drive people mad with the tapping but they might all be mad here anyway.]

[Suien glares up at the sky. Which is strangely not the sky. It's quite possible he's hallucinating.]

You are a decidedly unpleasant woman.

[He rolls over just enough to throw a knife at her head. Maybe it'll miss. Maybe it'll get her in the skull and she'll flop over dead. Either way she'll get the point.]

[Despite the situation - waking up in a strange place, being surrounded by monsters and broken buildings - Suien hasn't moved since he first realized something was wrong. He's lying on his back on a bench, arm over his face, and resolutely ignoring everything that's going on. Monsters screaming? He's going to pretend he's still asleep. Panicking in the streets?

Shut up, get off my lawn.

If you've ever wanted to meet the jackass who'd willingly sleep through the apocalypse, then meet Suien. He's currently hungover as fuck and ignoring the world.

Don't poke him. He's not dead and he'll probably stab someone for their troubles.]

These windows are unpleasant.

[She ducks to grab another rock just as he throws the knife -- it whistles past her, overhead.]

Seriously? You're trying to murder me because you can't sleep somewhere else?

RAGE
[Marco is seething. He's been seething the entire day. Everywhere he goes, people are wearing jackets. Some of them even have the nerve to talk to him, moving their hands and showing off the awful garments as if to spite him, not realizing the young man hates them with the power of a thousand burning suns.

He bottles it up at first, trying to find some jacket-free place, but those things are everywhere, sometimes accompanied with more abominations like scarves and hats and arrrrgh, he feels sick just thinking about it! Why should he be the one to walk away – THEY should be gone! He'll teach them all a lesson!

Which is why there's a huge fire burning in the housing area. The clothes would be unrecognizable even if they weren't burning, because Marco slashes each one into pieces before tossing it into the flames.]

Hey, you there. [It's not enough. He should destroy them all.] Take off your jacket.

[…he reaches for the hilt of his sword as he says that.]

DELIGHT
[Marco's unaffected by the whole thing, but it's quite nice. It's good to see people being generous to each other in this dreary city. A little kindness goes a long way.

He's isn't sure about the execution, though, even if the intention is noble. Smashing the windows to get to the food seems excessive, and the shirt… Marco turns it in his hands in polite confusion.]

Oh, uh. Thank you. [He supposed it's the thought that counts… even if it's not his size.] But won't you be cold without it?

Edited 2016-12-21 22:14 (UTC)

...no, it's not. Sorry.

[Marco hopes she's not too disappointment. The spirit of sharing and caring got him good, so he gives her an encouraging smile.]

It's a healing potion.

[Suien cracks an eye. This is what he gets for throwing blind. She's still alive. And not shutting up.] I wasn't trying.

[That would involve getting up. But he might if she keeps at it.]

[Okay, not bad. Rita looks impressed as she pulls out the bottle and holds it up to the light.]

I can work with this. [She nods, lowering the bottle again.] How old are you?

[You look really little, so she's trying to figure out what his angle is.]

fear.

[ you know what they say: where there’s a wampa, there’s a wampa death cave filled with freezer burned critters.

or people, if you happen to be stupid or desperate enough to put your base near the home of the wampas. which, as it happens, poe dameron (black squadron commander, best pilot in the galaxy, random ass dude in bright orange, yada yada yada) assumed was hoth. or, perhaps, other blizzard ridden wastelands. not, uh, here. in a distinctly not-so-winter wonderland.

poe faces the creature, walking back slowly, hands raised in surrender (well, if you ignore the blaster pointed at the wampa). it growls, evidently considering poe to be a meal, a threat, or both. for his part, poe seems more awestruck than afraid. oh boy. ]

You’re a hell of a long way from home, pal.

[ a droid, BB-8, whirs behind his knees, rolling back and forth in unease. ]

delight.

[ look, he doesn’t know how or why it happened, but of course poe dameron now carries three shirts in addition to his garish orange jumpsuit, meandering around town with his arms full of clothes. BB-8 rolls alongside him, beeping curiously. ]

[ quirking his eyebrows, he looks down to BB-8: ] Think they’re trying to send me a message about the flight suit, huh?

— BLEEEP BRRRO BLEEP

[ poe laughs. ]

‘Course we do.

Clearly.

[Doesn't he know not to upset a zombie? God.

Rita throw the rock at another window.]

Don't attack me, hobo. It'll end badly for you, and that's not a threat. It's a fact.

[Okay. That was just rude. Suien pushes himself upright with a groan. Apparently someone kicked him in the ribs last night. They're smarting. He rubs his eyes with the heel of his palm and doesn't particularly care that he looks exactly like the hobo she called him.] Really?

[She doesn't move like a shinobi. Suien props his chin up on his hand.]

How, exactly?

Fear:

I don't know, but this sure doesn't look like Germany.

[He's supposed to be done. Mr. Stark said that he was done, and Peter was really hoping to get back to Queens before dinner. It's lasagna night, and he still has homework, and he really needs to get something on his eye before Aunt May sees it and freaks out on him. Cucumbers? No, he's pretty sure it's supposed to be a steak, except they can't afford to buy steaks every time he gets a black eye.

But the price of red meat is probably the least of his problems right now. White fur is where the real trouble is.]

Hey-Hey buddy, hey there. [His voice stammers as he pulls his mask back down over his chin.] Wow, are you Bigfoot? Why didn't you show up when I had a camera. A lot of magazines would pay big money-

[The wampa charges at about the same time that Peter's signing a fat check in his mind. He leaps out of the way, shooting a web at the top of a one story building, swinging up and perching there.]

Okay, maybe there's a small reward for lost monsters. [Peter cups his hands around his mouth (currently under the mask) and calls out to the city:] Hey, did anyone lose their yeti? Because I think I found him!

Delight:

[He's gonna be so grounded. Because there's no way he's making it back home tonight, which means he's probably not making it to school tomorrow, which means his aunt is probably going to be worried - please don't let her cry.

These are the things that Peter is currently worried about the most, though the strange cave that he's in is a close second. He's ducked into one of the stores where he grabbed the nearest change of clothes. He's thankful for the suit, eternally grateful even, but the red and blue spandex kind of stands out.

Peter hears someone else come in, and the shirt is still only halfway on as he pokes his head through the hole.]

Uh...hi. This isn't what it looks like. I'm not... [Stealing? Getting naked in some random store? Wow, those are both pretty bad.] Because that would be weird! And...illegal. And morally offensive.

[Just covering all his bases here.]

[Ew.

She puts a hand on her hip and stares him down.]

I get crazy when I'm upset.

[It's the driod that catches her attention. Maketh pauses, shouldering her rifle, and backtracks to follow the noise. She knows enough binary to recognize it, though it's been more than a year since she encountered one that wasn't defective, stupid, or homicidally inclined. Droids are untrustworthy. But there's a second voice, human and male, alongside the beeping, and that might prove interesting.

She pauses, standing at attention. The man isn't familiar to her and though he's wearing a flight suit, she doesn't recognize the make. The rebels aren't organized enough for uniforms in her time.]

Is that your droid, sir?

[To Maketh's resigned horror, this isn't the first time she's run into someone in the midst of getting dressed. The Academy had been fun like that. Surprise inspections in the middle of the night had left them all paranoid as teenagers, a habit that Maketh - more than a decade later - still can't seem to shake.

She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.]

I take it your clothes were damaged somehow?

[Suien eyes her up and down, unimpressed. Either she has no power or she's got it flattened down so tight he can't sense it. But someone with chakra control that strong wouldn't be breaking windows just because.

So.]

You'll have to do better than that.

[He considers going for another knife to show that he has them, has a lot of them up his sleeves, but doesn't. He's not in the mood for posturing. If she goes for him, he'll hit her with a water blade and take her head. Easy.]

{SCENARIO ONE}

[ The last thing Eleven could recall was delving into the depths of her mind, stretching her conscious into the enveloping darkness and shrill cold of the Upside down. Her search for Will had brought her this far and Eleven though that perhaps she was able to avoid the monster that dwelled in this dimension, perhaps her presence would go unnoticed this time and she would be able to pass through in peace.

But this was not the place she normally feared, no, this was some place else, some place new. Slipping into the flipside of the acrobatic tightrope was indeed the same as stepping through a gateway. A tear in space and time, crossing over through dimensions, much like the door the Gods of Hadriel had used to bring people to them.

Eleven looked around, curious, scared and unsure. She's never been this far before, she didn't know what to expect. It was dark, sure, but nowhere near as dark as the Upside down. The ground was hard, cold and dry. She took in a deep breath, the air was safe to breathe and although the light was faint, it was still light.

Taking a step back, Eleven felt the wall of the cave, cold like marble, smooth as satin. Hugging it as she passed through like a fever, hot and confused. It was then that she saw it. It's great coiled horns, fur as white as snow, eyes hollow and lost, obsidian and large. She gasped, pressed her small body as flush to the wall as she could. Eleven wished to avoid the beast, a confrontation would only take it out of her and she had already used too much energy, her reserves were dipping low.

She could have escaped easily, slipped past like a speck of dust in the corner of the eye, but you just had to come by, didn't you? Making your presence known to the monster, whether you knew it or not. Eleven watched as the huge, lumbering beast rose to its feet, spitting bones and flesh from its tremendous maw. It was heading your way!

At first, Eleven though to remain silent, stay out of sight while you distracted it, but she couldn't, it didn't feel right. She stepped away from the wall, arms down by her side, fists balled tightly with white knuckles. Was it bravery or stupidity? Possibly a bit of both. ]

No!

[ She called out, her small voice echoed through the cave. That was as far as her plan had gone, Eleven acted on impulse, an impulse she soon regretted as the mammoth monster turned its attention to her. ]

Yeah.

[He doesn't sound too sure about it at first, but that's only until Peter realizes that it actually makes a lot of sense.]

Yeah, my clothes were damaged. Have you seen those monsters out there, with the claws? [He finishes pulling the shirt on, subtly kicking his uniform under a shelf before stepping into view.] It tore the clothes right off my back. What are those things anyway, they seem kinda familiar.

[Like Peter's seen them in an ancient movie or something.]

[ not likely homicidally inclined, no, given that he just reassured poe of how great they both look in orange.

at maketh's address, he brightens, clearly happy to be interacting with someone familiar with droids (and immediately disregarding the possibility that enemies, too, would easily identify his droid in particular). ]

You betcha. [ followed by an affirmative whir from BB-8. ] The best astromech in the galaxy.

[ HAPPY BEEPING!! ]

[Fareeha is the one left with the gentleman's trousers, as he caught her just as she was leaving her apartment for patrol. She stands in the street, fully armored, holding the pants up by one belt loop as she watches him streak past in giddy delight at having gifted people things he seems to think they desperately need.]

[What Fareeha desperately needs right now is a place to put these pants.]

[It's in glancing around trying to solve this problem that she spots her mother. In an instant, the pants are forgotten; she almost can't believe her eyes, and while Ana looks older and more worn, she is still definitively the woman Fareeha had looked up to all her life, who had been dead for the last dead years.]

[She drapes the trousers over a bench and makes her way over to Ana, but even though her mind is racing she hasn't collected herself to know what to say once she gets close. Instead, she stands quietly for a moment, and then asks softly,]

It is you, isn't it?

[Fortunately for Poe, he has someone watching out from the rooftops; before the creature can advance Fareeha fires a concussive shot at its feet, effectively tossing it heels over horned head. Fareeha herself hovers down and lands with a whirr as her jump jets cycle down, hefting her rocket launcher at the Wampa in case it gets the idea to take offense to her interferring with its lunch.]

[She curls her head slightly to look at Poe over her shoulder.]

Are you alright?

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test drive meme #15

ana amari ( overwatch )

Rita Du Clark | iZombie (tv) | oh come all ye poor saps

rage

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leonie tremble; original

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Suien - Naruto - ota

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Marco | Radiant Historia

delight

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poe dameron | star wars | ota

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peter parker | mcu

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delight

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Eleven | Stranger Things

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Fear