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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[ Francis looks at his own packages with something akin to puzzled curiosity. He isn't immune to what Bianca's up to, purring will do that, but only when she talks to him does he look over at her.

His eyebrow rises at her suggestion. ]

You'd like me to choose which gift is, well, a gift? ..If I kill you, will you be very angry?

Someone must choose.

[She peers at him over the top of the wrapped present, her eyes wide and dark.]

I might die anyway. Like the ass who starved to death between two bales of hay, I am helpless to decide.

[Yes. She'll be furious.]

[ He... probably should be more afraid, but Francis lives for poking bears, so he isn't. ] Eeny meeny miny moe?

[ He looks to his own gifts, picking one up, just to hold for a moment. He has his own choice to make. ]

Put my fate in the hands of mere chance? I think not.

[Her voice acquires an edge of ice.]

Open one of yours, then.

Oh, you're no fun at all, are you?

[ He looks at the box in his hands, before trading it with the other one. He pauses and then returns to the first. That one he opens.

Inside is a nineties tape recorder, hand held, easily put into one's coat pocket. He picks it out. He knows what's in it, he realises, though he wishes he could have also been able to open the second. If only to discover if he actually could say if this is the good gift or not.

He looks over at Bianca. ] Well? [ Your turn. ]

Well?

[She reflects his own tone back at him, laced with Bianca's throaty amusement.]

What is that piece of antiquated technology? Does it please you?

I'll tell you, once you open your box. [ If you're going to act like a bad tempered cat, Bianca, be prepared to be treated as one. ]

Perhaps I shall never open it. Perhaps I shall linger here forever, between the particle and the wave.

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. [ He shrugs. ]

Do you not find the borderlines the most thrilling places? The line between water and sky, between atmosphere and space, between death and life?

[She folds her hands over the gift, as though she plans to hold it forever.]

Truly, is there anything this box could contain greater than the breathless anticipation of the gift unopened, the path as yet untrod?

A decent pint? [ He's still smiling, though. ] Anticipation is the feeling you get before something happens, if it never happens, it's not anticipation, it's faffing about. Dithering. There's a reason we advise people not to hold their breaths over something that's never going to happen.

[She can't help smiling - a real, if small smile - at his choice of words.]

I am certainly going to open one eventually, my dear. I merely choose to relish every breath I hold.

[ He doesn't actually care enough, slipping his new recorder into his jacket pocket. ] Are you indeed?

TEST DRIVE MEME #4

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