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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"How does that even work? It sounds like magic." Versus some incredible powers of deduction or something. Ray supposes her uniform is recognizable, but nearly all the schools she knows of have exactly the same one. As a clue, it's something of a dead end.

If this woman can see that, what else can she see? Ray feels nearly sick at the thought of it, then reminds herself that she has nothing to hide.

"I suppose people have liken it to magic in the past. To be truthful, I wouldn't know what you'd call it, as it has been dressed up with different names over time. Magic. Prophecy. Oracle. Seer." She drops her arms at her sides with a contemplative look on her face. "I have taken to calling us psychics, but you can call it whatever you'd like. It makes no difference to me."

Ravine isn't the type to stress over semantics. Even she can't explain away everything.

"My mom believed in those things."

Ray's eyes fall to the floor for a moment as she recalls all those times next to her mother at the altar, internally rolling her eyes and shaking her head at the practices.

And here, with a woman who claims to be psychic before her? Even with that unexplained knowledge...

"I don't." And she lifts her head to look at the woman.

"Easy, there. It's not like I'm trying to convert you," Ravine says light-heartedly.

Even without the images of religious skepticism rolling around in her head now, it's no surprise that Ray would have that sentiment. She is of an age where it's only natural to start doubting, to learn and think for yourself -- regardless of how much a government fought to prevent such things, in fear of insolence.

"Okay..." She bites her lip, not entirely convinced. But if the greatest danger here is that the woman's going to try advertising her fortunetelling services, then that's not the worst outcome.

"So what do you do? Charge people so that you can tell them the luckiest name for their child? Or how to decorate their home?"

Oh, that's rich. She actually laughs.

"What? Charge people? Of course not! I don't have any use of that nonsense -- I'm not even alive."

Not much unlike Ray here... But Ravine knows better than to drop that bombshell on the poor girl; she doesn't even know.

Not alive? She looks and sounds plenty alive to Ray. With a hint of suspicion, she responds, "You said you weren't like the lingered."

They're not alive, despite looking human. Is this woman more similar than she'd been claiming?

There are some Ravine knows who would take offense to such a comparison being made. She, of course, remains neutral to Ray's comment, her expression unchanging from the serene one she's held.

"That's because I am not. I cannot harm the living and I help the dead -- in any way that I am able, that is." She tilts her head, threads of black hair sliding over her shoulder. "Specters don't quite look like me, anyways."

Well, not in Ravine's current appearance.

"That's true," she concedes slowly, "You don't look like you're rotting apart."

So this woman claims that she can't hurt Ray--that'd be nice, if she were telling the truth. She might well be, since many other creatures Ray's encountered would've attacked long before now.

But then why is she even here? "What do you want with me?"

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