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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( he's not. completely stupid. he's just brand-spanking-new and doesn't feel like being told what to do right off the bat.

even if it's an idea that's in his best interest.

so ... this is him sizing up a troll. from a distance, at least, but this is sam winchester sizing up a damned troll. )

It can't be that fast if it's that big. ( it's been his experience, anyway, that the bigger something is, the slower it is. let's just hope that this is the case for whatever this thing is.

and he shakes his head. )

It's either you come with me or we both stay and try to do some damage to this thing. ( brandishing his gun for her to see? yep. at least he has a weapon. ) You're not handling this alone.

Fine. Suit yourself. I just hope you actually know how to use that thing.

[She rolls her eyes again. A gun is ... OK, she guesses. Better than nothing. But he better be a damn good shot. She's never touched a firearm in her life, but Nick knows there are only so many bullets in a gun, and if he ends up wasting them, they'll both be screwed.]

Wait until I tell you to shoot it, all right?

[She doesn't wait for an answer, but steps forward and claps her hands together to draw the troll's attention, yelling:]

Hey! Ugly shit! Yeah, you. Get over here.

( he's been working with guns and just about any other kind of weapon you could think of ( and probably some that you wouldn't think to think of ) since he was a child, having told his father that he was scared of the thing in his closet and ended up with a .45 in small, shaking hands. you don't have anything to worry about.

he smirks. ) This won't be the first time I've ever had to use one, trust me.

( he's always been a good shot, if he says so himself. he's already trying to plan ahead, just in case this thing is resistant to bullets, what else he might be able to use against it. it's … just a shame he's coming up short.

all thoughts are cut short when she yells at the thing, and wouldn't you know, she manages to get its attention.

of course she does. well, here goes nothing.

let's just wait and see how this plays out. )

[BUCKLE IN, SAMMY. How this plays out is something like this: in a matter of seconds, Nick doesn't look the same. She's tall for a girl, usually, but now she stands well over six feet tall. Her skin is porcelain, her hair cascades in long, dark curls down her back and over her shoulders, and her everyday clothes of jeans and jacket are replaced by an old-fashioned dress made of piles of black lace and ruffles and ribbons. She opens her mouth and what comes out is a loud, inhuman howl, and it stuns the troll in its tracks, right in front of them. When turns her head to Sam, he'll be able to see there's a deep crack in her forehead, exposing the hollowness underneath the shell of white. Her eyes, glassy and wide and fringed by dark lashes, are the same piercing shade of blue as they were before.]

Now!

( consider him buckled in.

but that still doesn't prepare him for what unfolds in front of his eyes like exposition in a horror film.

( bad reference, we know. his entire fucking life is a horror film. and he doesn't even get paid well for it. )

his focus remains on her for a scant few seconds, but then he's turning back to the troll, lining up his first shot and pulling the trigger. it's good enough that the bullet buries itself in a thick-skinned shoulder, nowhere near enough to incapacitate it, but either enough to slow it down or … just piss it off.

he fires again, aiming for a knee, and this time it lands in the thick muscle of its calf. it stumbles, roars.

and then starts straight toward them. )

[Sam. You had one job. If Nick could roll her eyes in this form, she'd be doing it right now, but she can't, and there's no time to yell at him for being a big idiot, either, so that will have to wait until after they've escaped - if they manage to escape, which ... looks less likely now that the monster is charging right for them.

Nick isn't much for strategy; she runs on instinct, and instinct tells her she's got one weapon in her arsenal, and that's her voice. So she uses it again, screaming with all her might at the oncoming attack, hoping it's enough to stop the monster long enough for this guy to either make a move or get enough sense to take off, like she originally suggested.]

( look. he said he was a good shot, not a perfect one. give him a rifle with a scope or a shotgun with a kick and it might have done more damage, but when your only weapon is a pistol and you're trying to take something like a troll down without any prior knowledge of its weaknesses?

nick. give him a break. come on, now.

and if she thinks he's going to take off before this thing has been taken down, she's got another thing coming.

she screams, and the thing looks directly at her - ignoring him, for the most part, which fortuitously gives him the chance to line up a third shot. he keeps a running tally in his head, just to ensure that he doesn't over-shoot and empty the clip before this is all done with, and he reckons that, should this next shot meet its mark, he'll have enough to keep on standby should ... well, anything else happen.

he aims for the monster's throat, and pulls the trigger. )

[A good shot is gonna have to be good enough, because Nick doesn't have any other weapons or combat training, so she's relying on Sam to get the job done. Which he does, finally, this time; the bullet to the throat is enough to send the troll crashing to its knees, gurgling and groaning as blood pours down its front.

Nick doesn't waste any time; she's instantly back to her human form, grabbing for Sam's arm to lead him away from the injured troll and (she hopes) out of further danger.]

Come on, move! Let's go!

( well, if there's ever going to be someone in this place to come up with an idea for a bestiary -- complete with ways to both incapacitate and kill the baddies and beasties one comes across -- it will be this one, and once they're out of harm's way, that idea might just cross his mind.

but as he's watching the thing crash to the ground, she's grabbing his arm and he's running right along with her, long legs carrying him in easy strides.

you don't have to tell him twice! )

[WELL GOOD. Maybe he's not as dumb as he looks after all.

Nick's not accustomed to running, though she's had more opportunities to practice in the time she's been here. They're probably a safe distance away by the time she slows to a stop, coughing hard. Smoker's lungs - not recommended for sprinting.]

Thought you said you knew how to use that thing.

( hey. just because he's like this freaking giant doesn't mean he looks dumb.

sam, on the other hand, has been running for most of his life, it feels like; from ghosts, spirits, demons and other things that go bump in the night, under your bed or in your closet, so this is nothing new for him. when they're far enough away he takes in a deep, steadying breath -- and then immediately huffs. really? )

Hey, I brought it down, didn't I? ( squint! ) Are, uh ... you okay? ( not accustomed to exercising? )

Barely.

[She coughs again, doubled over.]

Mostly you made it mad. You should've just fucking listened to me and let me handle it.

[Another cough, and she rights herself.]

I'm fine.

[Which is clearly a lie. She turned into a giant doll; that's not normal.]

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