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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.]

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Scenario One
[Daisy was still trying to figure out what was going on. She was slightly hungover but that didn't explain the new surroundings or the brightly colored mound of something in front of her.

She narrows her eyes before turning around to look for more of an explanation.]

Hello? Is this- What is this?

Scenario Two
[Daisy had learned more, to be sure, but the party seemed innocent enough. She had found a simple red dress and foregone the mask. She stands on the edge of the party, attempting to study the room. She could pretty easily be surprised.]

Hey, Daisy. Wine?

[He offers her a glass, holding one of his own as well as a plate of snacks all balanced carefully in his arms. At least his hand has healed enough that he's not concerned about dropping anything.]

Is it real wine? [She reaches out to take the glass so he can relax slightly. She sniffs it and takes a curious sip. It does taste real.]

Thank you. What else did you find?

I think so; why, do you think it's something else?

[He's already had two glasses, so he's just gonna really hope it's wine. And as for her other question he shifts things around to hold out the plate, which... May or may not have anything recognizable on it.]

I have no idea, so I just grabbed a little of everything.

[Some of the food is from other worlds entirely so of course he wouldn't know what it is, but he can't tell those cases apart from just being pretty unfamiliar with fancy hors d'oeuvres. They just all look pretty edible, if weird.]

Grapes require specific weather patterns. [She says it matter-of-factly even as she then sips from the glass again.

She is still rather hesitant about the food here, but Lance has been here a month and is still alive. It might be questionable but at least it is sustainable.]

Some of them do look delicious.

[Right. Weather patterns. He's sure she's completely right, he just doesn't think that's much of a problem when this is a magic cave where everything in it is created by beings that are supposedly gods.

Better to focus on the food. One of the little snacks looks faintly like a pastry, with a bright blue topping that he can't recognize but makes him kind of curious.]

They do, yeah. I'm going to try this one.

[He feels brave, and picks up the one with the blue topping to try it; he immediately makes a face, not because it's terrible but because it's not at all what he's expecting.]

I think it's... Pumpkin?

...Pumpkin?

[She immediately reaches for what's left of the pastry, sniffing it curiously before taking a bite.]

That's interesting. Are the pumpkins blue here?

[It definitely takes like pumpkin and sugar, and maybe a hint of cheesecake.]

I don't know, I haven't seen a pumpkin here.

[He makes another face.]

I hate it when food is the wrong color for what it tastes like; it's just wrong.

[Okay, hate is much too strong a word for how he actually feels, but still. Blue things should be blue flavor, even if what 'blue flavor' actually is is still kind of a mystery.]

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There's a garden, right? [Now she wants to go exploring and see if there are blue pumpkins.]

It's because some of the way we perceive how food tastes has to do with how it looks and smells.

There is; I've haven't been that far out in the city yet, but we should check it out together.

[And he knows why it is that the mismatch provokes such a reaction, but as usual it doesn't bother him for Daisy to explain. It's just cute, and he's always impressed with how much she knows.]

Maybe I should try the next one with my eyes closed.

That sounds good. Tomorrow? [She has tried to familiarize herself with the most important parts of the city, but the garden will be very important as well. Humans need food, after all.]

It would be a way to change the variables.

Sure, sounds good to me.

[They can go exploring in general a bit too; that'd be nice. And okay, operation blind taste-test is a go.

He sets the tray of snacks on a char and closes his eyes, holding out a hand.]

Okay, pick one. Not something that looks gross.

[And sure, the whole point is not to see it, but still. It's the principle of the matter here.]

[Daisy considers the plate for a moment before selecting a rounded pastry that has green sprinkles on white frosting.]

Here. [She thinks it looks pretty. That satisfies his expectation.]

Tell me what it tastes like.

[Well, it feels like a pastry, so surely it can't be too bad. Still, he's a little apprehensive, but what's the worst it could be?

...Cilantro.]

Wow, that's awful.

[Said through a face of disgust as he opens his eyes; sure, cilantro is fine in places it should be included in, but not in a pastry. Eurgh. Horrible.

Although the dessert does look pretty, so there's that.]

Really? What did it taste like?

[She takes the pastry back, sniffing it carefully.]

I think it's cilantro? Or basil, or something.

[He's not a cook by any means, so who knows.]

I take back what I said about the pumpkin one; blue pumpkins are way better.

[She frowns for a moment before shrugging.]

They don't understand humans very well, do they? The gods?

[Don't mind him getting rid of that weird cilantro taste with a few large gulps of wine.]

No, although I've heard they're better at it now than they used to be.

[Which is a little scary to think about.]

It's encouraging to hear that they do learn. [It would sound sarcastic from anyone else, but coming from Daisy it's a very matter of fact statement.]

Shall we continue trying the food, or just stick with the drinks?

[That's true. Way better than the alternative, and he's also kind of glad neither of them arrived early on in the whole history of Hadriel. It sounds like they missed a lot of the worst stuff.]

I'm still willing to keep trying them; eventually we'll get something good, right?

[And worst case they'll just go get more of the pumpkin ones.]

Logically that doesn't make any sense. [There's always the possibility that everything is awful.]

I suppose we can continue with the experiment.

Optimism, Daisy.

[He's teasing her, just a little, considering the remaining snacks before looking up at her again with a grin.]

Do you want to take a turn, or should I try another one?

[She smiles broadly before looking serious again.]

My palette is different than yours, it wouldn't be as accurate.

[He gives her a raised eyebrow for that.]

Are you sure you're not just trying to get out of eating a pastry that tastes like toothpaste or something?

It's a possibility. [She laughs quietly.]

I will eat the rest of the pumpkin one.

Daisy Wick | Bones

Two!

yay

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