dankmemes | 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!]

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You don't run your mouth so much, that's the first thing. [Though brusque, it's mostly said out of concern.] You'll use energy that your body needs for other stuff right now.

[He disappears again without any warning, returning with one of the first aid kits that have been scattered around Hadriel. Richie had found it previously and stashed it away in the event of an emergency. Though he always prided himself on being prepared, he never wanted to actually use it. As he speaks he opens the lid and rummages though its contents.]

We gotta clean the thing so nothing gets infected while you've still got an open wound.

[Before finishing his sentence he pours alcohol down her wrist, hoping to catch Miriam off guard.]

[Oh, right. Conserving energy. That thing she's supposed to be doing. Miriam shivers and thumps her head back against the counter. Part of her really wants to pretend this is a bad dream and as awful as it is, she'll wake up in a few minutes and then everything will be fine.

Except it's not a dream - hah - and it hurts like fuck when Richie douses her wrist.

Miriam doesn't want to cry. She really, really doesn't.

So she screams and makes a pretty good attempt at punching him in the face.]

[She is punching with enough force that he would be a fool to try to block it. Instead, Richie manages to dodge. Once her elbow is extended as far as the punch will go, Richie grabs Miriam's wrist and glares with direct eye contact.]

Cut that shit out. I'm trying to help you. But if you'd rather take swings be my fucking guest.

[He releases all contact from Miriam and begins to pack away the items in the first aid kit.]

Fuck you! [And now she's crying like a stupid kid. Fuck. It hurts but that's not the point, she can't be a baby about stuff like this. Barnaby presses his nose into her hair with a whine, bumping her, trying to make her pet him.] I didn't even do anything!

You tried to hit me, and I'm not dealing with that. [He finishes placing everything back in the kit and snaps the metal fasteners shut.] Unlike you, I did so something, and I get repaid with the one fist you have left.

[She doesn't mean to cry - doesn't want to at all, it's stupid - but it just happens. One moment she's trembling through something close to rage - and rage is safe, rage will treat her just fine - and then she's crying, shuddering through each breath. It hurts to breathe. She wants her mom. She wants to go back home to Gilly and her mom and all her friends before things went to shit. She wants to go back to teasing Richie and running the shop with him. She wants her hand and she wants Gilly back. She wants the Commander dead.

There are too many things that Miriam wants and knows she'll never get. So she puts her head down and cries against Barnaby's chest. Fuck Richie. Fuck them all.]

[The truth of the matter is that Richie likes Miriam. He doesn't want to see her hurt, which is part of why her behavior has been so frustrating. Richie wants to help how he can, and it's not going according to plan or reason. It's not like him to offer help to much of anyone, and to get that offer thrown back in his face stings.

Yet the reality of Miriam crying takes Richie aback. He's used to false emotions from her, but this is truth. It's so raw and unabashed that he's not sure how to react. He leaves the first aid kit on the ground, brushing his palms against the front of his trousers before standing. When he returns it's with a box of tissue. Again he kneels, holding one of the tissues toward her in offering.]

The shop doesn't run the same without you and Barnaby anyway.

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