dankmemes | TEST DRIVE MEME #4

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 December 25th, and apps are open January 1st.

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: A FACE FIT FOR A MEME
[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.

Watch out as you explore the streets of Hadriel, because you're not alone, and there's always something on the rooftops watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity to separate you from your group and tear you into pieces. This time, the Door has brought in trolls, from the Dungeons and Dragons tabletop roleplay series for you meet.

These trolls have a height of nine feet and weigh up to five hundred pounds. They may be slower and less intelligent than you, but their regenerative abilities make them difficult to kill. Trolls are capable of healing nonfatal damage dealt to them and can use simple tools, like swords and knives- all the better to incapacitate you so they can roast you alive!]

SCENARIO TWO: RED SNOW
[It's cold. A layer of snow envelops the city, turning the caves into a winter wonderland. Feel free to have snowball fights, scrounge for blankets and coats (there's never enough to go around), and make snow angels! It's just like back home during the holidays, isn't it?

That is, if your home had yeti and white walkers roaming around trying to kill you. Be careful when wandering out and about, because they seem to blend in with the snow, and they definitely want a snack.

Or, uh, to raise you from the dead to murder your friends at their behest. Either way, you're dead.

This is a mini version of our Red Snow event this month!]

H O P E

SCENARIO THREE: HOPE FOR THE HOLIDAYS
[You're sitting on a couch in a living room. All around you are hints of magic- the mirrors seem to flicker with moving objects and people, the fireplace crackles with light, but no heat. There's a Christmas tree in the corner with soft, glowing lights that are unattached to any sort of wires.

Underneath the tree are four presents- two of them clearly marked for you, two of them clearly marked for the other person in the room with you. Inside one of these gifts is something you badly want- a stack of cash, a magical bow, an out-of-print book- but inside the other is something a little less pleasant. There may be spiders or snakes, or the box may be empty but coated in acid. It could be a wolf in sheep's clothing- wonderful-looking fruits, rotted on the inside- or it could just be a particularly nasty smell.

You can only open one, and there's no way to know which is which. Which gift will you choose?]

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RED SNOW
( he hates the snow. at the moment, it's a rather bitter reminder of where he isn't. the snow falling sticks in his hair and falls on too-cold skin as he glares at the landscape, as if he can melt the offending fluff with sheer determination. so far no luck, though if he really wanted to make at least some of it disappear, he supposes he could.

making the snow melt isn't likely to make him feel any better, though. having all the magic in the world doesn't seem to help the pains festering in his chest.

he should stay inside, because he can sense the things wandering out in the white, even though he doesn't see them at the moment. he's not sure if that's a sense of magic, or hearing that is far too sharp for his liking. he can't say he's afraid, though, and why would he be? there's not much that can kill him now, and he's the only one wielding the weapon that can. he's not worried about the things hidden in the mix of snow and darkness. )

I don't think you want to do that. ( it's a wry comment to someone walking past him, though he seems disinterested in actually stopping them. no, incredibly vague warnings are much more the dark one style! )

HOPE FOR THE HOLIDAYS
( he's never celebrated Christmas, and frankly he's not super interested in starting now. what on earth did the tree need lights for? murder a tree for no good reason for the sake of festivity, what was the point of that? he's more curious about the magic at first, because he can't quite understand it and that's a new circumstance, considering he's known too much about magic since Emma cursed him.

in the end he's too impatient to get up and fetch the boxes himself, he instead waves a hand and all four find a place in front of his feet. he lifts one with a hook to note the tag, before tossing it toward his company. )

I'm guessing that's yours.

( he's had all sort of titles and monikers in his time, but that's not one of them. )

What are these supposed to be?

[ Cashmere catches the box, glances at the tag, and turns a little red when she sees the label. Beebs - a nickname bestowed upon her in childhood and used only by family. it's embarrassing. how fucking dare you, Christmas. ] Thanks. [ she does not sound super thrilled about the present. or that he saw the tag. or any of this. ]

Gifts. [ so helpful. ] Apparently that's what people do for this holiday. Decorate and exchange presents. Though I wouldn't normally open something if I didn't know who it was from. That's just asking for trouble.

[ she shakes the box anyway, because why the hell not. it doesn't make any sound at all, and Cashmere looks annoyed. ] Are you gonna open one?

TEST DRIVE MEME #4

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