dankmemes | test drive meme #19

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 April 24th, and apps are open May 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: WHAT A FUNGI
[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, walking along, minding your own business, when you come upon a strange... something buried in the ground. No sooner have you noticed it then it pops out, ready to attack. This time, the Door has brought in some Mushbooms, from the Secret of Mana video game.

Mushbooms are large mushroom-shaped creatures that seem to be quite upset that you've infringed upon their territory - though who knew it was their territory to begin with? They attack unpredictably, dancing around before lashing out, and if you're not careful they might just hit you with sleeping powder. But who doesn't need a little nap sometimes?]

S O R R O W

SCENARIO TWO: SHALL WE DANCE?
[You received your invitation - now it's time to attend. Yes, it's the night of Sorrow's masquerade, and surely you're coming prepared. You've found an outfit in the shops, and maybe even a matching mask. You've learned the steps to a dance or two, or maybe you're counting on your partner teaching you.

What will you do, now that you're at the masquerade? Will you enjoy the delicate refreshments on the tables to the side, stuffing your face to avoid making eye contact? Will you make like a wallflower and watch people dance, hoping to be asked yourself? Or maybe you're the brave type, and you'll walk right up to a lovely person and ask them out on the floor. Whatever you do, the night is young - there'll be time for plenty more.

This is a mini version of the last day of our Seven Days of Hadriel event this month!]

C O N F U S I O N

SCENARIO THREE: NEW PHONE WHO DIS
[So you called your friend - you're sure you did. You opened up your phone, hit their name in your contacts list, and started chatting. Maybe you have something important to say, maybe you just wanted to shoot the shit. Only - somehow, it's not your friend. It might be a different friend, a perfect stranger, or even someone you hate. Let's hope they speak up before you say something too embarrassing, right?

Or you might be the one getting the call. You answered the phone, and someone started talking as if they knew you - as if you're a close personal friend of theirs. But who the hell is this, anyway? What are you going to do, speak up or let them keep rambling on about their latest fight with their best friend? You might even recognize their voice - wait, did they just call you sweetie? Oh shit, they definitely think they called their boyfriend. Wow, this is awkward.

The longer you wait to speak up the weirder it'll be. Unless, of course, you have no sense of shame at all and are happy to let them make a fool of themselves.]

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a. gardening with a sword

[ Her instincts tip her off that something isn't right here — and, sure enough, she jumps back just in time to avoid several mushrooms busting out of the ground like... well, like overgrown fungi. She frowns at the strange appearance of the creatures, but readies the invisible sword(?) in her hands all the same, preparing herself for battle. ]

These creatures seem rather upset by our presence.

[ Effortlessly, she slices one in half as it leaps at her, seemingly unfazed by the powder released into the air. Anyone with her might want to be a little more cautious if they don't have the same magic resistance. ]

b. "why can't we eat AND dance" - saber, probably

[ The outfit was easy enough to take care of, still dressed in the very same suit she arrived with, though she's forgone any mask. After a few minutes of people-watching, the urge to act gets the better of her, and she approaches someone — male or female, though she's noticeably more familiar with the latter — and extends a gloved hand, nodding towards the dance floor. ]

It has been some time, but I do not think my skills have faded much. Would you care to join me?

[ In complete contrast, she can also be found stuffing her face over at the refreshments table, visibly in complete and utter awe of how good the food tastes. They might be simple snacks, but she's from medieval times; she's literally never had anything like this before. ]

c. [ wildcard option! her info is here, & i'm over on plurk at

palkia if you wanna plot a thing. canonpoint is tentatively post fate/zero. ]

[ "Why did I come?" is a question Fushimi’s asked himself more than once over the course of the evening. Food is the answer he’s settled upon. The rest of the city's options are limited, even for him, and the idea of enjoying something closer to home proved too tempting to ignore.

Unfortunately, by the time he works up the energy to go, there's already someone hogging the refreshment table. ]

Leave some for everyone else.

[ The complaint is muttered, but still very audible. ]

[ Saber hesitates just a moment, unsure of the target of his complaint. A quick glance around clears things up, however, and she frowns slightly. She came out to have a ~~fat~~ good time and she's honestly feeling so attacked right now. ]

There is plenty left. [ There is, yes. But if she continues at her current pace, that might not be the case for long. ] The food is here to be eaten, is it not? I will not see it go to waste.

[ Nevermind that the night is young, and the chances of it not being eaten by the end are pretty low. That's her excuse and she's sticking to it. ]

[ Technically, that’s true. There’s no shortage of food around. Plus, he’s not even sure they could run out without ~divine intervention~ replacing it all.

But... she’s right in front of a few items that actually look decent, and standing awkwardly nearby and muttering insults seemed easier than politely asking her to move. Obviously. ]

There’s plenty for now. It won’t last if you keep it up that way.

[ Is it that hard to come back for seconds (thirds, fourths, whatever) instead of eating at the table? ]

Every one else needs to eat, too.

[ Look. If she leaves the table, then she's not at the table. If she's not at the table, then she's not eating this delicious food. Her logic is undeniable. ]

Nothing is stopping them from doing so. [ She's not wrong — there is room, just... not in front of the things he wants. But she's not moving; in fact, she's picking one of those things up right now. ] I am... unused to food such as this. It is only natural to sample everything.

[ Honestly, it barely looks like she could fit that much in her tiny body, but her voice is 100% serious. ]

[ He’s ready to point out that she’s stopping them by being in the way, because, really, the food he wants is the only part of the table that matters, but then she keeps going. When she says 'everything', does she mean... Fushimi looks dubiously at the buffet. It’s not her appetite that he's questioning—a higher-than-human metabolism doesn't stand out much in a place like this—it's her taste buds. ]

Even that?

[ He gestures lazily at a bowl of... something. The contents of which are green, appear slimy in places, and may not may not be moving if viewed from a specific angle. ]

[ She follows his gesture, and for just a second, her flat expression changes into one of pure revulsion. Slimy and moving conjures up more than a few bad memories. ]

... No. You are quite welcome to that.

[ He really deserves a medal for finding something Saber's fat ass won't touch. Disgusted, but curious, she moves closer to the bowl, inadvertently freeing up her former spot. ]

In fact, to call that 'food' at all would be rather generous. It seems almost alive.

[ Success? Success! He moves over to fill the newly emptied spot and gets to work, selecting a few inoffensive items and adding them to his plate. Unseasoned meat dishes, a few desserts that don’t look sickeningly sweet, that sort of thing.

Once he's finished, he turns to give the 'food' another glance. ]

Could be. It’s obviously not meant for human consumption.

[ He hasn't met any slime-eating creatures yet, but... well, he hasn’t met that many people at all. ]

test drive meme #19

saber | fate/

b. refreshments. because dancing is for losers.

it's true... also i'm sorry she's so fatty

he's a dick so it balances out

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