test drive meme #17

[hadrielmods]

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!]

Comments

papika | flip flappers

[purebarrier]

SCENARIO TWO: SORROW

[ It's no secret that she misses Cocona dearly. Ever since coming to this strange underground cave-- which she had mistaken for Pure Illusion, at first-- she hasn't been able to track Cocona's scent at all. After waking up on the wrong side of the ball pit this morning, she is plagued by feelings of defeat and loneliness, crushing and crippling, thanks to the realization that 1) this isn't Pure Illusion, and 2) She might not see Cocona again. Ergo, she has no idea how to handle this situation, especially when the powers that be are hellbent on rendering her a useless lump of sadness.

She hasn't stopped searching, oh no. She will never stop searching for her dear Cocona no matter where she winds up. However, today she's suffering from some pretty bad separation anxiety that has her uncharacteristically mopey, lethargic. Normally energetic and optimistic on a level that can only be described as inhuman, Papika is singing a much different tune today.

She can be found wandering about the city, pouting and just generally looking miserable. ]

Cocona...

SCENARIO THREE: DELIGHT

[ Snow! Papika loves the snow. It's cold and soft and white and a lot of fun to roll around in! She's been making snow angels, and has frozen clumps of snow clinging to her hair and eyelashes to show for it. The cold doesn't seem to bother her at all, despite not exactly being dressed for this kind of weather? Someone get the poor girl a coat.

At least she's in a much better mood today. She still misses Cocona, but the sadness isn't as crippling as it was the other day. She's simply enjoying the snow, laughing and playing in it regardless of whether or not she can get others to join her. And when she notices the mistletoe overhead... well, she has no idea what that's all about, but she sure does want to smooch you all of a sudden!

So she does. On the cheek. With a big dumb smile. ]

Hullo!

[ we've probably never even met but yes, here's a smooch! hi!! ]

Scenario Two

[kittycaterer]

[ Boy, does this seem like a repetitive state of being. Noctis hasn't been able to feel right since the moment he opened his eyes this morning. From the sudden mood drop simply from rolling over and looking at Lunafreya, to the daily gut-wrench of looking at his father. They're normal shifts, because it comes with their existence, but today it seems to bother him far more than normal. Given that he's been fighting to not fall back into complacency, Noctis decides that leaving the apartment for some fresh air is the only option. ]

[ But there's the fact that nothing in the fridge is promising, nothing in the pantry is promising, and Noctis is sorely reminded of the cushy lifestyle he had even on the road. Life without Ignis is far more terrible than he initially assumed. He can't cook, everything here tastes like garbage, his clothes are garbage. ]

[ It's hard being the prince. And future king. Boo hoo. ]

[ So he trails the streets, hoping to find something at least semi-decent that is already cooked or can be thrown in a microwave and made to be perfect. That's not realistic, but Ignis has been able to doctor up instant ramen before to taste decent. Worth a shot, maybe. ]

[ It's then that he's greeted by a bright flash of hair, belonging to a small girl that seems to be having just as terrible of a day as him. With the remnants of a grocery store not too far by, she's on the way. But Noctis is the type to stop and make sure others are okay, and she seems pretty down. He threads his fingers through the back of his hair, ruffling it when he realizes approaching people never gets easier. But he wants to. ]

Hey.

[ He pauses, lips pressing into a crooked line when his nose briefly wrinkles. ]

You lost?

[purebarrier]

[ There's a Cocona-shaped hole in this girl's heart and it's getting bigger by the minute? She doesn't know what to do with herself. She's searched all over the place. She's tried transforming and blowing the ceiling to bits. She's tried searching for a portal, just in case this is Pure Illusion. She's tried everything she can think of to no avail.

With Sorrow boring down on her, it's becoming more and more difficult to stay optimistic. She sort of just wants to go find her makeshift bed and lay in it. She doesn't like this feeling at all.

In response to Noctis' question, Papika shakes her head. ]

No... I lost my Cocona.

[ POUT ]

[kittycaterer]

[ That sentiment is very much shared, but Noctis is immediately confused by her answer. Her... Coconut? What? Noctis manages to kind of sift through his own heavy wait of discomfort with the tilt of his head. ]

Your coco... What?

[purebarrier]

She's my Cocona. I can't find her.

[ Papika's frown deepens the more she thinks about it. She's never gone this long without even being able to track her scent. And speaking of scents... Idly, her gaze wanders to the window of a nearby bakery. At least she can still smell food--!! Food that causes her growling stomach to interrupt them so very rudely.

She pats her tummy, looking sheepish. Oopsie? ]

welcome to the chocobro crew

[kittycaterer]

[ Noctis makes a bit of a face at the repetition of the girl's name, only because this girl's manner of speaking is a bit strange. And he's about to offer to help, to see if they can go looking because he's a sucker for that kind of thing. But his eyes are forced to shift right down to her stomach. ]

Oh--

[ Noctis looks inside the store he had just been prepared to raid, then to Papika. ]

You... Hungry? I was about to go inside and grab what I could find. Why don't we find something to whip up for you, huh?

I got you.

three-- sorry for the delay!

[devotional]

[ Lunafreya is wrapped in a shawl she'd managed to find, her gaze turned to the ceiling of the cave as if trying to discern the source of the snow. In spite of the thoughtfulness of her gaze, her expression is one of serene contentedness as she takes in her surroundings, hugging her arms to herself as if to ward off the cold.

Speaking of cold, something wet and chilly presses against her cheek with a loud smack, prompting her to tense. When Luna's gaze meets the girl's, her brows lift in confusion, though her expression is not unkind. ]

W-Well met, [ She begins, amusement curling at the corners of her mouth. ] I do not believe I've seen you before.

[purebarrier]

Nope! I'm Papika! Hullo. [ A muffled little "mufu~" follows the introduction, and she gives a hilariously rigid salute to the pretty lady she just smooched on the cheek. Kids these days??? ]

Do you like the snow?

[ She noticed her watching it. ]

three

[mercurio]

[all prompto wanted to do was give the girl his coast, because it's pretty bloody cold out here and she's not wearing appropriate clothes? but his concern dies in his mouth and turns into laughter when she kisses his cheek.]

[what's up with that?]

[his cheeks flush because he's awkward like that]

Hey! [holding his jacket on his hands like he wanted to give it to her...] Aren't you cold?

[purebarrier]

[ Papika looks at the coat. Looks at Prompto. Sure, she's a little chilly, but... ]

Mmn. [ She shakes her head. ] What about you, Mister?

[ She doesn't want to take someone's coat from them no matter how cold she is and even if they offer it to her. If she took it, then wouldn't he be cold? It would be mean to take it then, wouldn't it... Papika logic. ]

[mercurio]

I got a sweater. It's no big deal.

[keeps offering the jacket!]

Call me Prompto, though. I'm not that old as to be cold mister.

[purebarrier]

[ Papika hums as she tries to commit his name to memory, but she's already forgotten how he pronounced it. What's wrong with "Mister"? She knows how to say that word just fine, and it's polite she thinks? At least she didn't call him "gramps"... ]

...

Poncho?

[ She will call him Poncho, though. ]

[mercurio]

Eh?

[what's that about? he falters slightly at the word, unsure on why that's a question or if that's supposed to be a statement of sorts...]

I don't have a poncho, no... Is this really not good enough?

[jacket! jacket!]

[purebarrier]

No, this is good!

[ She finally takes the jacket and drapes it over her shoulders... it's pretty big on her. She's swimming in it! But that doesn't seem to matter to her. It's warm and she's grateful to him for it. ]

Thank you, Poncho!

[mercurio]

[he starts]

Wait, you mean that Poncho is my name? Come on, now! It's Prompto!

Two.

[kingslight]

[Wandering around the city can be quite hazardous to one's health but Regis does so frequently all for the sake of fresh air. Never does he stray too far from the Spirals but he doesn't like lingering in the same place for too long. He was about to take a look a few nearby shrines until he spots a rather despondent little wisp of a girl wandering through the streets alone.

He watches her closely from a relatively far distance with the hint of mild confusion within his green gaze. The girl in question moves sluggishly in a lethargic march that displays her fatigue for all to see. She almost looks as if she'll may stumble and fall at any second. Quite concerned from the youth out of his own paternal habit, he's a father after all; Regis makes his way towards the child quietly. He doesn't wish to startle her too badly, so Regis clears his throat loud enough to get her attention.]

Little Miss? [He calls to her gently with a hint of honest concern in his voice as he pulls back upon the black hood of his cloak. Regis might appear a tad imposing because of his fondness for black but his smile is kind.] Is all well? Not often do I see children wandering about all alone.

[His accent might give away his odd lineage but seems little Paprika and Regis both are oddities here.]

You seem so...gloomy.

[purebarrier]

[ Papika is accustomed to dealing with tall, imposing men dressed in all black. At least this one smiles and talks to her kindly, not all mopey and brooding like a certain boss of hers who shall go unnamed. That guy really needs to smile more, she thinks. ]

Mm. My Cocona is lost and I can't find her. [ And to make matters worse, she's starving! But she won't bother the old man with such things, even if her stomach is grumbling and practically digesting itself as they speak. ]

I dunno what to do, Gramps.

[ sadness intensifies ]