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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.]
cali. oc.
Another fucking trial?!
( The shriek could be heard by the dead. Or the undead, in this case. The blonde haired woman has the look of someone who'd much rather be using her hands to tear to shreds whatever's in front of her, but instead, those hands are cast in front of her, controlling the monsters in the Colosseum.
Of course, if anyone takes a close enough look at those monsters she's turning into puppets, they'd quickly notice that they're all very, very dead, corpses left by those who fought here before her. )
Why not let me kill something instead, you cowardly fuck? ( The work of controlling them doesn't slow her insults down, although she doesn't seem to be targeting it to anyone in the Colosseum in particular, screaming towards the roof of the cave instead. ) How's this even a trial? Give us the fucking dead and say, here do what you always do.
Mae-Rath fucked your mother, Var Himel! Fucking sadist-
( She might stop if you talk to her. Maybe. )
two | sorrow.
( Cali likes the skull mask that adorns the top part of her face, though her hair's left loose, unstyled, vaguely knotted and matted. It isn't like she's given that many reasons to dress up, to be seen by anyone but the priests and the others like her. She likes the dress, too; it's pretty, like the things people wear to church, made of the rich materials the priests wear for the good services.
It just doesn't quite go with her unkempt appearance, or the lack of shoes. Doesn't work with the way she grabs snacks from the tables without reserve or thought for the other people around her. None of this is familiar, and the music is different from anything they hear in the basements of the church. More joyful, lighter.
Keep her away from the alcohol, for everyone's sake, but right now, Cali taps the nearest person on the shoulder and points to one of the desserts. ) Okay, but where can I get that? Is it in a shop, because it's the shit.
Two
But she also loved a game, and Alexio can see one unfolding before him.
An interesting one, at that.
So he's fallen to his second impulse, which is to play the part, and has dressed himself accordingly. The clothes are rich and very red, a long tunic with embroidery around the collar and sleeves, and earrings shining to compliment his many rings. He's tracked down loose trousers and a fine pair of boots, shining and carefully tooled. Even his hair has been slicked back and a jeweled dagger gleams in his belt. One must not be foolish, after all.
The belt, however, he's kept. It's a matter of honor. His enemies died well and it wouldn't do to forget that. So he wears their scalps, tanned and ever so carefully braided, at his waist. Occasionally he pats it, remembering the past.
He turns with a smile.]
I believe you simply take it, sister. Though I do not think it is made with shit. That would be quite rude.
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This place is a far better prison, with far better food and space. Pretty things and people who don't sneer the word Caligina like they want to tear those people into pieces.
People who don't even know the word Caligina.
She doesn't see the belt, not yet, or if she does, she doesn't look closely enough to identify what it is. )
No no no. The shit. Really good. ( words borrowed from some young priest who didn't make it past his first Trial. Too excited about learning to commune with the dead. ) It tastes like outside.
( Words said between the Caligina. It's like outside. A place they don't get to see, somewhere that holds so much promise and wonder. )
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The Emissary of the Void can still slip between though, and, indulging his newfound curiosity, appears a couple feet from her, without so much as the slightest special effects fanfare.]
This is what you always do?
[He asks with curious enthusiasm, as if puppeting corpses was a novelty party trick rather than vaguely horrifying.]
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You're new.
( And now that she looks a bit more properly at the surroundings, this isn't the normal place that trials are held. )
And old.
( She speaks matter-of-factly, nothing more than stating what is - to her - the obvious. Most of them come into this place at young ages and are raised here, not brought in at adult ages.
She regains her concentration long enough to wipe out one of the living mushrooms and finally puts down the last corpse she was using. )
Why'd they even make a new arena if they're going to make things easier? ( That's. Actually pretty weird. )
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Ah, you got it in one! I think 'new' is even more better now though. After all, I'm only a few hours old!
[I. Unfettered individuality and independence. What a fun idea.]
I don't think you're where you think you are. I don't belong here either, but it's an exciting new adventure!
[He continues grinning. Though there's no eyes behind those sunglasses, no real senses as far as humanity would understand it, he can 'see' the expanse of the cave, the people of all kinds within it. Beyond that, into the tunnels... everything is curiously, strangely hazy. A place he can't see is even more interesting.]