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test drive meme #16
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 January 24th, and apps are open February 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: THE CREEPY CRAWLIES
[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 to impale you on its giant claws and crunch your bones between its mandibles. That's right, this time the Door is bringing you bugs from Starship Troopers, in all their giant and disgusting glory!
Bugs are, well, giant insects that come in all shapes and sizes, depending on the rank, and are way too tall or too heavy than they have any right to be. They can move quickly, most of them have the ability to fly, and their exo-skeletons means that it's difficult to really hurt them unless you've got some muscles on you. Or a really big boot, I guess.]
C O N F U S I O N
SCENARIO TWO: WHO'S THAT IN THE MIRROR?
[Something's lurking in the dark. Something that really wants to ruin your day by any means necessary- that includes preying on your darkest fears, or just, you know, simply killing you. But that's not a problem, right? You're big and tough! Except, so is this creature out to get you. And it knows all of your weaknesses and insecurities too because, well... it is you.
Doubles of characters will be flooding the city and attempting to ruin the originals lives by whatever means necessary. This generally involves killing the original and then impersonating them, but it can also mean killing people you love or just bringing up your awkward teenage years to traumatize you in front of all your new cool friends.
What can you do to stop it? Well, you could kill them first, that certainly won't require a few trips to therapy later! There's always locking them away, or maybe trying to befriend them because hey, who's better at ruining your life than you?
This is a mini version of our Dead Ringers event this month!]
T R A N Q U I L I T Y
SCENARIO THREE: CAN YOU JUST LIKE, CHILL FOR A SEC?
[Embrace tranquility! Or rather, get pulled, kicking and screaming into an event during which you magically have to find some chill, or else Tranquility will force chill upon you.
For this prompt, characters will find themselves in a state of sudden peace and calm, without much anger or meanness to go around. That guy you hate? Maybe you should give him a peace offering. The chick who stole your girlfriend? Maybe you should congratulate her! Everything is peaceful and everything is... sorta gray.
Don't get me wrong, it's nice to be able to relax, but we have an emotional spectrum for a reason. Pretty soon, the tranquility of this might turn into something a little creepy, even Stepfordish... but it's hard to really care when everything is so damn pleasant, right?]
Bard | Original
[The last thing Bard remembers is watching Alexio get pulled down from his horse. There had been shouting. Blood sticky on the grass. The horses snapping at each other, biting and furious in ways animals weren't supposed to be.
Widow is hissing in its sheath. He thinks its saying something. Wake up, little boy.
The sword rattles in the sheath, louder and louder until Bard puts his hand over it.]
Stop. Be quiet.
[The hilt burns red against his hand, enough to sting, but stills.
Bard pushes himself up slowly. He's down on his knees, still wearing most of his armor. The helmet is long gone, along with his horse.
And he's not alone. There's something watching him. Making clicking noises.
Kill it! Make it suffer!
Bard swallows. Puts his hand on Widow's hilt. He can feel the power in the blade without drawing it. It's hungry again. Wants to cut. Always wants to cut. The blade rattles in the sheath. He draws it before the monster can get any closer, shifting into a ready stance. Just like Alexio taught him.
He has to do right by his grandfather.]
two
[There's a dead boy under him. Dead and blue in the face, puffed out from being strangled, and Bard just stares down at him - it. He's never seen his own face from a distance. Alexio and the others didn't keep mirrors. But the sword hanging from the dead man's belt--
It's the Widow. Only not the Widow, somehow. It doesn't have power like his does. It isn't real.
Bard shivers. Forces himself to let go of the double's throat. His hands ache.]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
[He's crying, shoulders trembling.
Widow rattles in the sheath. It sounds like laughter.]
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[Hit me!]
2
[A young man is crouching down next to him, wearing a rather pompous coat, and not watching him closely. What's really unsettling is probably that he is smiling doing all of that, and that his voice sounds rather too cheerful to be appropriate for the situation, too.]
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I didn't want to.
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[He's not sure what to make of it - he's had a few upsetting experiences today, but he assumes that they just all ate something wrong or hit their head, because people sometimes do that and get silly ideas. He shook them a bit (it helped with the first one, where he kind of had to do that and then ran into them again a bit later and they were normal, so he continued) and hopes that they'll all be better tomorrow.
Maybe this guy needs some help, too.]
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[He's still crouched over the dead thing. He doesn't really want to move. That would involve touching--it.]
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[He peers at Bard closely. Why is he twitching? Maybe he needs a different approach, if he's twitching... a bit like little Latvia, who lives over a house over with Sweden back home. He's been watching him every once in a while, thinking that he'd do better in a house without someone whose glaring at him makes him twitch so much...
Perhaps there's someone around who makes him twitch? The nation raises his head, looking around to see if there's someone watching.]
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[It's the name he's carrying now, the one Alexio gave him. It's not a lie.
Bard twitches again, then stands. It takes him two tries. He keeps staring down at the dead thing. It looks like him. It carries something that looks like the Widow.]
What...where is this place?
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It's Hadriel. It's a cave with no connection to the surface of a planet that isn't Earth. But we don't know where it is.
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[Bard sticks his hand through his sword belt, considering that. The underworld has several names, but Hadriel is not one of them. And it is a grave sin - the very worst offense - to tell a lie in the underworld.
Perhaps he's not dead after all.]
Why are we here?
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You look like you would need something warm in your stomach and a drink, yes?