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

[shiftgotreal]

[Wow. Shit, Junpei is such a shaggy-looking eyesore that this dapper guy is willing to loan him money to clean up. He can't tell if he's judgey or nice or what.]

Alright. [He pushes himself up to his feet.]

I guess, we'll get me some clothes, then I'll start looking for a part-time job.

[Having a plan makes it easier to get himself moving again. It's not hope, but it'll do.]

Lead the way...um... [He pauses. He's terrible at social interaction, isn't he?]

I mean, uh, hi. I'm Junpei.

[trainspotter]

[You know what, Ned's seen worse. At least this kid is just kind of... awkward, so far. He hasn't tried to murder anybody, and that's a step up in Ned's usual poorly socialized dork pool.

Not missing a beat, he holds out his hand for a handshake, beaming like this is a perfectly ordinary meeting. If somebody's going to owe him something, he'll be as friendly as he has to be.]

Junpei? Where's that name from? Call me Ned. Get ready to be wowed, Junpei, as soon as we find a tailor.

[And now he'll stop talking a mile a minute and lead the way, yeah.]

[shiftgotreal]

My name's from my mom and dad. [It's a lame attempt at a joke, but lame jokes are Junpei's jam. He looks at the hand for a second, then takes it. Hand shaking is something businessmen do more than college kids, but he gives it a try.]

It's Japanese. You're...English, right? [None of the Americans he's met dress anything like Ned. He lets Ned lead the way, and the conversation, because that's easier.]

'Wowed'...if you say so.

[trainspotter]

[Welcome to the business world, Junpei!! Ned even chuckles at his non-joke, because he is a good sport.]

Actually, I'm from New York. [And the past, relatively speaking, but,] But you could call me something of an expatriate, since I left for London years ago and never looked back.

[Frankly, it was awesome.] Ever been to London? Finest city in the world!

[shiftgotreal]

[God, Ned is just charming. Junpei would hate him, if the guy wasn't so damn friendly too.]

No, I've been to America, but not to England. I'll have to take your word on it.

[They are coming up on some buildings with signs on them. Looks like they might be stores. If Ned is figuring on finding a tailor, he's out of luck, though, because all of the shops are stocked, but strangely unstaffed.]

[trainspotter]

Well, if you ever want to learn a thing or two about the best place on earth, look me up. [The best place on earth, with all the rain and crime and corruption. He's not kidding, he definitely belives London is this great.

Once they reach these empty shops, though, his chipper confidence in finding a tailor wanes considerably. Where are the people?]

Looks deserted, doesn't it? [He sidesteps all the racks of clothing - and there are more than he expected - to find a counter and lean over it, expecting maybe to find someone asleep behind it, or something. Surely someone is here.] Now this is just bad business.