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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] dankmemes2017-02-18 09:56 am
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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!


[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!]


[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.]


[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!]
whip_poor_will: (so glad to see you well)

[personal profile] whip_poor_will 2017-02-26 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Now this is an interesting scene.

In addition to its out-of-place appearance, she senses something off about the police box, left suspiciously in a place where one wouldn't expect a police box to be. It's apparent from the start that it doesn't belong here. Not only does it stand out from the cave city's architecture, but she has also noticed no indication of an organized local police unit.

A few minutes before the woman steps out, she touches it. Is it a manifestation? It feels real -- but then, so does she, and she is not entirely corporeal herself, most of the time.

By the time the box's inhabitant exits the door, another woman is perched atop the police box. Her legs tucked to her chest, arms resting over her knees as she studies her subject of interest.

Given the psychic presence around the reaper, it wouldn't be long for Ravine to be noticed. Nevertheless, she decides to greet the stranger with a single word:

Edited 2017-02-26 22:32 (UTC)
theoldgirl: (attentive)

[personal profile] theoldgirl 2017-02-28 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Even among the somewhat anomalous nature of the cave and its inhabitants, there is a presence here that stands out to the TARDIS. The being inspecting her is obviously not bound to linear space, nor, possibly, to linear time. That in particular piques her curiosity and excitement, as it's so rare to meet a fellow time-sensitive these days. She doesn't even mind that the creature's physical shape manifests on her roof. If that's how they would like to communicate, she can certainly oblige, so she follows suit with her own body and takes a few steps outside until she can look up to the woman.

"Hello," she replies and adds a telepathic offering of welcome and interest for good measure. "I'm called the TARDIS. Who are you?"
whip_poor_will: (the nile's edge)

[personal profile] whip_poor_will 2017-03-05 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
That psychic draw is immediately what intrigues her. Not only that, but the sense that this woman isn't human in ways that most beings from Ravine's world are not. So she leans in with curiosity, studying the TARDIS as that telepathic gesture is received and met with familiarity.

"I am a foreigner, just like you." She rests her chin over a gloved hand. "But, for the sake of appearances, feel free to call me 'Ravine'. It's what I use these days."

Her real identity is a dead one, old and strange and forgotten. It just would not do.
Edited 2017-03-05 04:31 (UTC)
theoldgirl: (smile)

[personal profile] theoldgirl 2017-03-18 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"A pleasure to meet you, Ravine," the TARDIS says, for the sake of appearances. The true communication passes between them as a sense of curiosity and gladness for this unexpected meeting, the excitement she always feels at encountering something new and unknown in her old age. Ravine can probably sympathize, having the air of something quite old herself.

"A foreigner, and a traveler too?" That is to say, what sort of being is she, and what sort of purpose brings her here?