dankmemes | 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?]

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Cold...gun.

[Bard flinches back at the light, grabbing for the Widow. The sword rattles, sensing battle. But the blast - power? magic? - isn't aimed at him. It covers a wall partially in strange ice. Bard exhales slowly. His breath frosts around him.

Oh. So this man has a godkiller as well.

The polite thing to do is drop to his knees and ask for a truce. Bard keeps his eyes pointed firmly away from the man's face and doesn't bow.] Gun....no. Other things...yes.

[He nods to the ice.]

You shouldn't do that. People know. They'll be angry you killed one.

[Only paladins or godkillers have power like that. The man doesn't look like a paladin.]

[When the man's hand dropped to the hilt of a sword, Cold brought the gun's aim back to the stranger until it didn't seem like he'd need to defend himself.

Something this place seemed good at was eliciting more questions than answers. This instance didn't seem any different. Starts brow furrows as he takes in the other'side words.]

Look, I made a promise to someone. I try to avoid killing if at all possible. [He slips the weapon back in its holster, still warily eyeing the stranger.] But that doesn't change who I am, and if people hate me for it, that's their problem.

[All in all, he doesn't care if he's liked by the general public. He had made that promise and only broke it for his sister. She came before everything and everyone.

Unfortunately, Lenny may be lacking a detail or two to the conversation, not that it would change his stance on things.]

Where are you from that you've never seen a gun? Or, when are you from, I guess?

Your problem if they kill you.

[This man is a strange one, even for a godkiller. Having power is one thing, but you can still get cornered. Better to avoid being seen all together.

Bard shakes his head slowly. He keeps his eyes on the gun instead of the man's face. Safer that way.]

Haven. In Apros.

[It's probably not a good idea to admit that he's from Haven, but it's worse to tell a lie in the underworld. Of all the possible explanations for this, Bard prefers to think he's dead.]

[The guy was pretty to-the-point when he wanted to be. Cold rolls his eyes and shifts absently to lean against the nearest building. He'd already taken notice that the guy wouldn't look him in the eyes, but it didn't bother him much. He tended to lean towards intimidating anyway.]

Exactly. It's my problem. No one else's. I don't need anyone worried about me, but me.

Never heard of Apros. I'm from Earth. Central City. 2016. Originally, anyway.

[The warning is clear. Bard drops his head a moment, hoping the gesture will appease the man. He doesn't want a fight. Not in this place. Truthfully, not at all.

But the things the man says make no sense at all. Bard shakes his head.]

You call your nation...earth? Why?

What? No. [Snart sighed, rubbing his hand against the back of his neck as he schooled himself.]

My nation is the United States of America. It's on Earth--the world. Planet.

Okay, look, I'm not going to hurt you. This kicked puppy routine is entirely unnecessary. I'm a little on edge right now. The gun thing was nothing personal. What's your name?

[Nothing about this moment makes sense. The Widow rattles in its sheath. Bard imagines its laughing and puts his hand over the hilt to quiet it.]

Bard.

[He keeps his eyes firmly on the ground. It might be a trick. The stranger might be testing him. People do that sometimes. They see the armor and the sword and wonder why he doesn't have a warrior's belt like Alexio and the others. It makes him look untested, someone with armor but no skill. And if they recognize the Widow for what it is, then no one wants him looking in their direction. It's not safe. He might curse them,, or think about cursing them, and thus give provide an excuse.]

I don't want to fight. I don't care how you got your cold...gun. I'm not trying to curse you.

[You're not supposed to lie in the underworld.]

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