test drive meme #20

[hadrielmods]

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 May 25th, and apps are open June 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: BURN BABY BURN
[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.

Or that... bonfire behind you? That's sure what it looks like, but if you get a little closer - which you probably shouldn't - you'll see a face in those flames This time, the Door has brought in some Doomers, from the Baten Kaitos video game.

Doomers are creatures made of flame that sure would like it if you were on fire too. It works for them, right? What do you mean you don't want to be engulfed in flames? These Doomers will send clouds of sparks in the direction of anyone that might be a threat (or anyone they don't like), searing them with the heat and trying to catch them on fire. Hot damn!]

SCENARIO TWO: IT'S JUST A CAT
[Why does it always have to be like this? There you were, going about your day, when you turned a corner and something jumped out at you. Maybe a monster with sharp teeth and claws, maybe a snake striking at your feet, maybe just a terrifying dark shape - whatever it was, it scared the shit out of you.

And then it disappeared in a puff of brightly-colored smoke and glitter, because that's just how Hadriel rolls. Awesome. And maybe if it just happened once it would be a big deal, but it's happening all the time. Practically every other corner you turn, half the doors you open, even just when you look over your shoulder. Careful about getting too jumpy, though - what are you gonna do if your friend taps you on the shoulder and you freak out? How embarrassing.

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

H O P E

SCENARIO THREE: I LIKE YOUR HAIR
[Everything seems normal today. No monsters, no weird shapes jumping out at you. Maybe it'll just be a normal day. Maybe it'll even be nice. No - it'll definitely be nice.

How can we be sure of that? Easy! Every time you touch someone today - whether it's an accidental bump or an intentional touch - you'll blurt out a genuine compliment. If you don't know them well, it could be something as simple as saying they look nice today, or that their eyes are a lovely shade of green. If you do know them, it'll be more specific. Maybe you're impressed by their work ethic, or you love the sound of their singing voice. Maybe you actually hate them but you really appreciate the way they always remember to put the toilet seat down (because that's the only good thing about them).

Whatever it is, you'll find yourself saying it out loud. Don't worry - nothing too personal will be blurted out, and you can stop yourself if you really want to. But isn't it great to be nice to people for once?]

Comments

[sister_bubbles]

[ She was growing tired, most of her energy had been used from teleporting from place to place in her futile attempts at destroying all the Doomers. So, it was a great relief when the plasmid wielding stranger seemed to comply so promptly. There seemed nothing suspect about it, not exactly, no. Though she did wonder why, would you kindly so, help out a stranger that seemed just as dangerous as the enemy?

Still, there was little time to muse on such thoughts, especially when that Doomer was taking all their combined might to detain and destroy. She was pleased when those fingers of his twitched and flicked blue, she knew the smell and crackle of that plasmid well enough to know she could take a rest for the moment. Their enemy stunned and shaking with a jolt after jolt coursing through it.

The moment it collapsed and crumbled to the floor, rubble-like rock and charcoal clumps, Eleanor started to twist and unlatch her helmet. The heat from the Doomers raging fire had made it rather hot inside there after all. Her face pale, skin damp with sweat and hair dripping wet. She had an aroma of sea salt and seaweed masked under rust and rubber. Not very flattering to say the least.

Bending down, Eleanor rolled a lump of what appeared to be coal out from the remains of the Doomer. Patting it with her glove, determining if it was cool enough to hold. She then scratched a few words on the floor with the blackened lump, just off to the side; Find Me. Then, reaching back, she pulled a glass container, filled with a familiar red liquid and set it beside the words. Turning to give the helpful stranger a cautious glare before she stood upright, helmet under arm for now. ]

Are we going to have any problems?

[ Nodding towards his wrist, the one with the flickering blue energy soaring through it. She'd rather not fight again so soon if she could help it. ]

[wynand]

[He eyes her warily. She's not made any attempts on his life, and that's typically more than enough of an indication that she shouldn't cause him any problems down the line; for all his capacity for dealing with whatever splicers Rapture threw at him, the unnecessary cruelty involved in...dispatching of the Little Sisters swells sickeningly in his gut.

How is this any different? Even if she's more than capable of defending herself, she's done nothing to hurt him, or to indicate that she would unless he attacked first.

His throat contracts in a painful swallow. Normal people wouldn't have to contemplate this sort of thing at length. Normal people, untainted and untouched by Rapture and its desolate inhabitants, wouldn't have to take into accordance the wisdom in keeping people alive, weighing the lives of others as though he has the right.

Jack's jaw clenches, and he shakes his hand. It's easier, when he can see that she has a face. For all her use of plasmids, for the mark of her apparel that unmistakably marks her as belonging to Rapture, everything from the lucidity of her words to the calmness of her demeanor suggests something other than a run-of-the-mill splicer.

It's easier to open his hands with the chemical glow of mercy, and press it to a struggling girl's brow, than to do something - worse.]

No.

[The word emerges a hoarse rasp, so little has he used his voice since that plane crashed in the ocean's depths.]

[sister_bubbles]

[ Eleanor watched him closely. It had already dawned on her that they were no longer in Rapture. She didn't need to see through any algae and barnacle covered window to know that much. The simple change in temperature, the way her ears popped so easily and painlessly when she yawned. No, this wasn't Rapture but the man standing before her, with the eyes of a zombie, hypnotized and tampered with. He was. He was most definitely from Andrew Ryan's underwater utopia.

The simple acknowledgment of such lead Eleanor on to other suspicions. The way he fought off the Doomer, he'd used a small number of plasmids, hadn't he? ]

Incinerate... Electro Bolt...

[ Giving a quick glance back to the plasmid bottle she'd left behind, beside the message for her Father (out of habit more than actually expecting him to be alive or here in the first place) she then rather promptly pointed the intimidating, rusted tip of that huge needle strapped to her arm, right at Jack's face. ]

Don't even think about taking that. It's not for you, understood? It's for Father.

[ A pause as she thought more so about the fact he clearly used ADAM. ]

Where are my Little Sisters? If I find out you've been getting your supply from them... Well, I don't need to explain what the consequences would be for you, do I?

[ There was a harshness in her posh, English accent. Eleanor was very passionate about her Little Sisters, the years she had spent as one, formed a bond and love to them that she cherished beyond anything else. She'd look for them once she was done here. Just on the off chance that they had somehow made their way down here too. ]

[wynand]

[She starts rattling off the names of plasmids. Unsurprising, given that she obviously heralds from Rapture herself; everything from her demeanor to the cut of her clothes and the set of her armor all but scream it.

The needle swings up, abruptly, to point at him, and Jack shifts back one step. ADAM. She has to be talking about ADAM - the needle that's so very like what a Little Sister would carry, but much larger, much fiercer. It may as well be a weapon. It is, just based on the look of it, the way she directs it at him.

If he wasn't certain about her origins before, he certainly is now. Jack's eyes widen, subtly, lips parting in wordless alarm before he shakes his head.]

No - no. [The memory of it - just Atlas's voice, as he'd quietly urged him, insisted that he'd need all the ADAM he could get, that there was no harm in it, coupled with the way she'd scrambled against soft red carpeting, grayed skin and glowing eyes - it nearly makes him sick to think of it. She'd been afraid, so afraid, and so fragile, and Atlas had said there would be no harm, but there'd been a tremble in his fingertips and he couldn't -

He couldn't.]

I don't do that.

[The desperation there is understated, but there's no mistaking its presence in the bow of his heavy shoulders.]

Not to them.