dankmemes | test drive meme #17

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 February 22nd, and apps are open March 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: SHOOTING HOOPS
[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.

There you are, calmly exploring this super cool cave city, when all of a sudden you see something roll toward you. What could that possibly be? Why, it seems the Door has brought in some hoop snakes, which are definitely real.

Hoop snakes are poisonous and aggressive reptiles, able to pursue fleeing prey by grasping their tail in their jaws and rolling after them like a wheel. Wow, so efficient! Hard to get away from, though, and kind of... terrifying? If you want to get away, you better be a fast runner. Or maybe you should climb something. Good luck!]

S O R R O W

SCENARIO TWO: YOU GOT THE BLUES
[You woke up this morning on the wrong side of the bed. Not the angry side - the sad side. Somehow, everything just seems to be going wrong, and you don't know why. You were out of milk for your cereal, the fruit you picked just yesterday is already going bad, and instead of getting frustrated all you want to do is feel sorry for yourself.

Even the good things aren't going too well. Maybe your friend just told you your hair looks nice today - doesn't that mean it looks bad the rest of the time? Probably. They've just been too nice to tell you. And your crush smiled at you - that probably means they know about your feelings and are getting ready to let you down easy. That's the only explanation.

No matter what happens, your mind is giving you the worst, most depressing interpretation. You can try to fight it and be aggressively upbeat - or maybe you just want to cry on somebody's shoulder. Yeah. That sounds good right about now.]

D E L I G H T

SCENARIO THREE: PUCKER UP
[For once, Hadriel looks rather lovely, all covered in snow and seasonal! Sure, it's not quite the right season anymore, but who really knows what month it is? Not the residents, and certainly not the gods. But for whatever reason, Delight has decided there should be snow on the ground and ugly sweaters in the shops.

And, of course, mistletoe. On your wanderings around the city, you may find yourself under the mistletoe with a friend or a stranger or even an enemy. Regardless of who they are and how you really feel about them, the mistletoe will give you a gentle compulsion to plant a kiss right on those appealing lips of theirs. You can resist if you want - it won't force you - but don't you kind of want to go for it?

This is a mini version of our Kissmas event this month!]

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Really? [Jacob understands how it might startle someone, but this is Very Important Business. One might think he was speaking in such a low voice over hats for the kicks, but--]

I've just... I've gotten looks, you know. And not the good kind, like I'm amazing. Weird... weird looks. [Or he's just imagining things because he's sad.]

Edited (i will die before i let my tag have re: in it) 2017-02-19 04:48 (UTC)

They probably... [No, top hat aside he doesn't look remotely like a performer. He kind of looks like a vagrant. It does look a little out of place.

Yūya is probably just biased to top hats.] I think it looks great! Where'd you get it?

[Vagrant! That is... accurate. That's incredibly accurate and Yuya has wonderful taste.] I got it at a... hat... store. Where they sell hats.

[He can't remember. Here, a distracting feature--] But! It's convenient. [Watch him take off this hat in a stunning feat of... collapsing it. He's probably more proud of it than his assassin tools.] Best hat in the underground.

[Yuya wears his jacket like a cape. He has no taste.

He raises his brows as the hat is collapsed, but Jakob mentions something more interesting than top hats.] The underground? What's that?

[Come to think of it, Jacob will have some questions about the... state of Yuya's hair that he'll have to refrain on. For now.]

Where we are, I assume. It's no London. [He'll fix his hat, but he's dropping it on Yuya's head this time.] They don't exactly give you a pamphlet, do they? Sounds like you're just as clueless as I am.

[Yuya adjusts the hat on his head, tilting it back.] You assume? So you don't know where we are either?

[He wrinkles his nose. Here he was hoping for some sort of indication just what dimension he ended up in. There were only four of them... weren't there?] It's because you just got here too, isn't it?

[That's three more dimensions than Jacob is aware of. Four, if you've caught him after a few drinks...]

I... know... things. [Jacob didn't know anything. Surely he has something over this kid...] It's beside the point. Why does your hair look like a tomato?

No it's not, I want to--hey! [He pulls the hat down further with a scowl.] What part of my hair looks like a tomato?!

Oh, I don't know. Literally everything about it? [Jacob smirks, reaching to push it back right after he'd pulled it down.] A real ripe one. Green over red-- who hurt you?

No one? It's normally this way! And no one's compared it to a tomato. [To his face.

He takes the top hat off and pushes it back to Jacob.] Anyway, what do you know about this place? Is it really called the underground? It doesn't look like it...

[To his face. Jacob almost says it, but he spares them the argument and opts to place the hat back on his head. He's won in his eyes.]

Well, it wouldn't be wrong. It is under the ground. [That's about as much as he can assess, right there.] There's these snakes rolling around, and the ways out just lead back here. We could always just be in Hell, but I liek to have my hopes up.

No way. [Hell would mean being dead, and he's pretty sure he would remember dying.] There has to be someone who can tell us what's going on. Let's find them!

I'm sure they'll be able to see you from miles away, Tom. [Where did he get Tom, you ask? He thinks he's so clever, with tomato. He's a treasure, Yuya.] You wanna find someone? Lead the way. Go on.

I... I will! And my name is Yuya Sakaki! [But fine! Since this is apparently up to him to get answers, he's going to walk right around Jacob to find whoever can get him some answers... anyone. Even the hoop snakes.]

... Bless you? [Jacob stares after Yuya with knit brows. There are many things about Yuya that suggest this is just a really, really weird drunken dream, but he'd rather see this kid face off with some snakes.

So he'll follow him, and just roll on the assumption his name was a sneeze.] So, Tom, are there many people that resemble vegetables from... you know, that place you're from.

[Yuya grumbles under his breath and looks over his shoulder at Jacob. If that's how it's gonna be--] Does everyone you know look like a potato sack?

[They can both be vegetables!!]

[Holy shit. Jacob looks down to stare at Yuya in dismay, like he wasn't a grown man that could take a comeback with grace.

He wasn't. There were two children on this journey.] Potato sack! I'll have you know-- at least people like potatoes!

[Yeah! Take that! As Jacob trips over the step onto what resembles a sidewalk. There's bright windows of empty shops up ahead.]

They like tomatoes, too! [He sniffs, wrinkling his nose. He bites his tongue on a snicker as Jacob trips.]

You didn't tell me your name, so you're going to have to be Potato!

I don't like tomatoes. [Jacob huffs, unnecessarily adjusting his hat like this reiterates his opinion is important. Down the line of abandoned shops they go.]

My name's Jacob Frye, Tomato. You'd know that if you weren't from the middle of nowhere.

Frye like... potato fries? [He grins. You've walked into your own grave Jacob.]

I'm didn't even tell you where I'm from. You're just making things up without even trying, aren't you?

Potatoes make chips. [He narrows his eyes. He's walking into his own grave, and into what looks like an abandoned grocery store.]

If you're not from London, it's the middle of nowhere.

Duh. And they make fries, too.

... Besides, I've never heard of London. What makes it so special?

You really are out of this world, kid. Either that or you've been living under a rock. A rock with strange hair-changing properties.

London is the city to be anything. Trains, omnibuses, carriages and crime. You either make it or break it, or make it by breaking things. [He preferred the latter.] Better than anywhere you're from.

What do trains and crime have to do with each other...? [He scratches his head.]

It doesn't sound that great. Nothing compared to Maiami City. We have all the best duel schools and solid vision!

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