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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Father-- [Corvo's voice caught in his throat as Emily rose, withdrawing in on himself as he came to his. It wasn't the first he'd heard it, but the last time it was in a much... smaller voice. Of a smaller girl. Emily was not small.

They could wonder what people will whisper here, for Corvo hasn't hit his prime. His head wasn't shaven, shoulder-length hair filthy and tangled around his gaunt face. He looked like he just climbed out of a sewer. He probably did.]

... Emily. [He says slowly, as if trying it out for size. This was wrong, but... she looked so much like her mother.]

[ She can recognize, immediately, that something is wrong. Her instincts as a child may not have been keen enough to recognize the duplicity of the Loyalists, but Corvo had taught her, as she grew, to think more shrewdly. As Empress, there were always threats, and most bore smiles and gifts. He isn't smiling now, but it would be easy for anyone who had seen the Royal Protector lately to make the distinction between that man and - ]

What... [ It's difficult to make sense of it, to justify the man before her, the one she knows for certain is her father, with the... changes. There's not only a difference in his appearance (though that alone is striking), but in his manner, in his voice, even, if only slightly.

Really, he looks a bit like he'd climbed out of a memory from when her mother was killed and he was shouldered with the blame for her murder. ]

... What happened to you? [ Emily settles, finally, at a loss. ]

[Corvo isn't smiling, and he certainly he couldn't if he tried. He didn't think he would long for the sewers of Dunwall, littered with rats and plague victims, over these tunnels. He wanted home, he wanted Emily, and... well, this strange city gifted him one of those things.

All things considered, Corvo could turn her own question back on her. He could, but he won't. He's still taking in the lines of her face, how she kept her hair, her attire. How much had she taken from both of her parents? How much did she resent them? He'd rather get to those, but--]

I think I'm about ten years too early. [Fifteen, but he couldn't possibly know, could he?] You've been... safe. Empress, I hope.

[ Emily has learned a lot from both mother and father. One of those things is the ability to bite her tongue and think when questions are threatening to burst from her mouth. So, the Empress does wait, turning his statement over in her mind, letting it process.

Ten years too early. Along with his hair, his general appearance - ]

You... came here from the years of the Rat Plague. [ She breathes, blinking. ] From - 1837?

[ It's fantastical, but much of what she's seen in the past few months (and throughout her entire life, to be honest) is similarly unbelievable.

Briefly, trance-like, her bare hand comes close to ghost along the frame of his hair, the hollows of his face. ]

You look as if you stepped out of one of my memories. [ She says slowly, lowing the hand. Ah, but he'd asked a question, and she dips her chin, frowning very slightly. ]

Yes. [ Safe now, yes. Empress again, yes. ] Everything is fine.

[ Now. ]

test drive meme #17

hi omg i'm dad

stares into the camera like i'm on the office

sips from #1 dad mug

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