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dankmemes2017-03-21 09:07 am
hadrielmods) wrote in dankmemes2017-03-21 09:07 am
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Test Drive Meme #18
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 March 25th, and apps are open April 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: THE 'P' IS SILENT
[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.
The only warning you get is the flapping of wings above you- leathery and noisy, not unlike a herd of bats, before you are descended upon by a creature with a long, sharp beak, beady eyes, and an appetite for blood. Unfortunately, you've come across a pterobuzzard from Stephen King's The Mist.
Despite the difficult to pronounce name, a pterobuzzards' job here is actually quite simple: to eat. With their large bodies, sharp claws, and savage beak, they can rip chunks of flesh from your body and feast on various entrails after you bleed to death. So that's... fun. Maybe you should run inside, where you could totally be safe, until you realize that one of them has the strength to shatter through a window.
Underground bunker, maybe?]
L O V E
SCENARIO TWO: VERY VERY EXTRAORDINARY
[Something is different about today. From the time you wake up, to the moment you look in the mirror, to the minute you greet your usually-annoying neighbor who you sort of hate. That difference is... love? Surely not- your cold, dead heart has been... well, cold and dead for an eternity!
And yet, you find yourself forgiving your own past mistakes, overcoming the obstacles that stand in the way between you and your acceptance of yourself and just... letting it be. You're a pretty cool person, you know, and you should appreciate yourself a little more! During this event, you're damn well going to, with some self love and acceptance.
Everyone else is on your Nice list as well, though- maybe you have a friend that you've been crushing on? That's dialed up to eleven, now. Or hey, that stranger has some cute shoes and you love them so much it hurts. All's fair in love and... love.
This is a mini-version of the beginning of our upcoming All you need is love event!]
T R A N Q U I L I T Y
SCENARIO THREE: CLASS IS IN SESSION
[Breathe in, breathe out.
It's a pretty simple concept, but now that you're supposed to be focusing on your breathing, it seems like the most complicated thing in the world. How does breathing help with concentration? Are you breathing the right way? What are you supposed to be thinking about? Do these yoga pants make your butt look cute?
There's too many things to think about and clearing your mind is hard, but the good news is that you're not the only one in Tranquility's yoga class who's having troubles. There's familiar squirming and fidgeting from the people around you who are probably lack just as much chill as you and are having difficulty finding their center.
Whatever that means.
Maybe the person next to you looks just as lost as you are, or maybe their side crane pose is really on point and you want to ask for tips. Either way, whispering is allowed as you contort yourself into human pretzels, so chatter away!]
how utterly romantic
O...kay. Sure. Whatddya need, big guy?
[ Gladio will walk him to the ingredients but it's not like he knows what he's gonna cook. ]
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[Ignis, oblivious to the fact how off-putting his spirits was, just kept on talking. Whether it was to Gladio directly about food, or under his breath about how he would measure them, it just seemed he was around ten times more vibrant than... ever. He was unusually delighted to have company, and he wasn't going to waste it holding his tongue.]
Have you been sticking to your regimen, Gladio? [At the very least, he has enough sense to pull away from him when they've reached some sort of old store. Noodles... coffee... Priorities.]
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[ Gladio laughs, shaking his head while he leads Ignis down over to the food. Should he just hand it to him? Tell him where it is? He's new at this, so he grabs the first box he sees and holds it up to Ignis' hands. ]
How's that? Think these are ramen noodles.
[ Hard to say when most of the writing is illegible in this place, but they look about the right size. Gladio will just continue to hope that whatever's up with Iggy gets explained soon. ]
Which one, my exercise regimen? Then, yeah.
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No more Cup Noodle for you, I'm afraid.
[He'll give a moment of silence for that fact while he opens the box, confirming these are in fact what he needs. He's satisfied enough, seeing as he's closing it and tucking it under his arm to start looking for-- well, anything. Soy sauce, veggies...]
Good. I'll have to join you again. [By "joining" he definitely means just sitting on his back, but.] I take it the others have been using this to sleep in?
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[ Gladio shakes his head, mock-saddened. For all that he loves Cup Noodles, a month or two without Ignis' cooking is enough to make Gladio opt for a fresh cooked meal. With the noodles suitably selected, Gladio places a hand on Ignis' back and leads him toward the vegetables. ]
Veggies are over here. It's mostly canned stuff, though... but there's pictures on 'em, want me to read them to you?
[ That's what you do, right? Gladio's a helper. ]
I actually managed to talk Noct into coming with, a few times a week. [ He chuckles. ] A friggin' miracle, I know. Still working on Prompto, though. He says jogging is "boring."
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[Six bless Gladio. Ignis normally tensed under a hand guiding him, likely due to some regret that he needs help at all. Strangely enough, he's relaxed this time around. He's even leaning back to it. He's appreciating everything about this man today.]
You should tell Prompto to bring his camera around the outskirts of this... city. [Was it a city? He really hasn't taken the time to mentally map this place out. Another thing he'll have to get to when he's not hopped up on Love.] He'll get some laps in, and something that he actually cares for.
[He holds up a can of corn with an expectant turn of his head.]
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[ Goodness, Love has made you so friendly, Iggy. If your usual wasn't more... salt, Gladio might actually be enjoying this. But he's extra aware of his movements since he's not quite used to having to guide Ignis around, so there's no time for that nonsense, kids! ]
Might be worth a shot. Not a lot to see in here, though. A cave's still a cave, y'know?
[ Caves are actually awesome because the sound echoes, just ask Matt Murdock. But visually, they are quite boring. Even with the weird day and night cycles. Gladio turns his head to have a look at the can Ignis grabbed. ]
That one looks like corn. What're you looking for? Maybe I can grab some.
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And arguably, there is more to see in a cave than what he is currently seeing. But he'll keep his salt to himself, and instead request it.] A canister of salt would be nice. Soy sauce-- any sauce you can find, really. Eggs, carrots, broccoli, peas, green beans...
[He could go on like this forever. He'll spare Gladio his mental list of everything he wants to try and get to making.] Anything you can stomach, Gladio. It is for you, after all. I'll find us something to carry it in.
[Did he pat far too low on his back before he stepped away for his own search? Yes, he did. He's not going to talk about it.]
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The, uh, pat on the ass is new. Gladio stops for a moment, hesitating but ultimately deciding not to mention it. Something about looking gift horses in the mouth, right? ]
'kay, that shouldn't be too hard. Lemme see what I can get.
[ He shrugs. Ignis can't see you shrugging, asshole. ]
I'll eat anything you make, honestly. I'll be right back.
[ Time to find some soy sauce and veggies, let's go. ]
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[At least he's self aware enough to know his cooking skills won't be up to par. Oblivious to Gladio's shrug, he simply carries on in finding some sort of cart for their food. He coughs up the dust from pulling out a bag suitable enough for carrying this mystery meal.]
These people could do with a little less disrepair, I think. We aren't stealing, are we? Gladio?
[Come back to him, sweet man. He can only go without asspats for this long like this.]
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What's up, Iggy?
[ He asks, before really listening to his question. Ah, he probably lost track of Gladio in here, at least that's what he figures. He reaches out and takes Ignis by the arm again, helping and tossing a few things in the bag. Soy sauce and veggies, check. ]
Nah, forget about it. The gods put all this stuff here for us. Whoever lived here before might not've even eaten food... Though I think we're supposed to feel a little guilty if we take stuff from the shops. I think that's probably just Sorrow being an asshole though.
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[Aaand there's the salt. It was almost normal for him, if it weren't followed by how tight his grip on Gladio's arm became after... what? A few minutes? Whatever this feeling was didn't suit him.]
I'm going to have to trust you enough to believe you haven't filled this with junk. [He hoists the bag over his free shoulder, but paused before he could turn for the door.] ... There isn't any coffee here, is there?
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[ Gladio makes sure to sound mock-offended by the suggestion. Sure, he's an asshole, but you'd have to be a special kind of asshole to mess with a blind guy. Especially one who hasn't had his coffee yet. ]
Lemme see if I can find any. Think there's a coffee cart around town, but there might be some cheap stuff here...
[ He'll go ahead and lead them towards an aisle that smells vaguely of coffee. There's no Ebony, though... ]
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However will I get by? [He bemoans, not even bothering to pick out a few boxes himself. He was in wanting, but he wasn't desperate enough to grab anything that wasn't quality.] You'll have to grab one that isn't complete garbage and take me to this cart someday. Someday soon.
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[ He means that in more ways than one, obviously. Just the fact that he's still going after losing his sight is incredible. Gladio nods, (Ignis! can't! see that!) and guides Ignis back if he's not gonna deign shitty coffee with him time. ]
You got it, Iggy. Worst case, we can trade up with the gods.
[ #priorities. ]