dankmemes | test drive meme #21

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 June 24th, and apps are open July 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: A LITTLE FRENZIED
[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.

Do you hear something weird? Some kind of strange, constant humming? Hopefully by now you know enough to know that it's probably not nothing, and maybe you should run. If you don't, well- the Door has brought in some Winter Lanterns, from the Bloodborne video game.

Winter Lanterns are rather hideous creatures that hum constantly and glow orange when they detect someone's presence. They can grab you with their tentacles and take a nice bite out of you, which is super fun, or they can mess you up just by looking at you too long. Yep, hanging out in the gaze of a Winter Lantern for too long will end with you being afflicted by Frenzy - blood shooting out all over the place. Not great for the health, really, so maybe don't get into a staring contest. Maybe just run.]

S O R R O W / L O V E

SCENARIO TWO: HAUNTED
[You thought you might never see them again, but now they're here. That person you loved - that person you miss terribly. Except that you seem to be the only person who can see them, and you also seem to be getting steadily weaker.

So that's what it comes down to, then. This ghost that's haunting you will take your life so it can live, even if it doesn't mean to. Do you have the ability to stop them? You'll have to kill them to do it, and you love them so much. Now's the time to make your choice - but be careful. They're strong enough to be visible now, and one of your friends or even a passing stranger might have something to say about your decision.

This is a mini version of our Ghosts That You Know event this month!]

T R A N Q U I L I T Y

SCENARIO THREE: SLEEPING SICKNESS
[For some reason you can't quite put your finger on, you're tired. Like really tired. Like slurring your words, stumbling over your own feet, nodding off if you stop for a second tired. You can't seem to get enough rest no matter what you try - because it's always a light sleep. The slightest sound or movement will wake you up, leaving you just as tired and irritable as before.

What are you going to do? Try to find a quiet place to nap? Good luck. It seems like a lot of other people have the same idea as you - it might be hard to find a truly empty place. Or maybe you just can't take it anymore, and you're going to lay down and take a nap right in the middle of the street. Or maybe you actually feel fine, but everyone around you is falling asleep - and they glare at you when you make the slightest sound.

Maybe you should wake them up? Sleeping in the middle of the street isn't exactly safe. But then, maybe you just want to join them and argue over who gets the most comfortable bit of road.]

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fear
( The light shining in Faith's eyes is like a beacon, a starting pistol that shoots her to full wakefulness without so much as a glance to her wider surroundings. Nothing good comes of lights shining in her direction - drones and cameras and KSec guards all done up to find her in the darkest of nights. She bolts before she even gets a chance to look around at what's in front of her, to properly take in the fact that this isn't Glass. This isn't even the sand that would make Glass.

(We're sorry, that was terrible.)

Moving is instinctive to her, barreling past people, pulling herself up the sides of the Colosseum's walls and into the stands. Higher means better. Means she's at home, and further away from whatever's trying to catch her.

But there's no gunshots. And that's the first thing that causes Faith to slow down, once she's perched at the highest point she can find, makes her take in the surroundings she's trying to navigate and their unfamiliar shapes and paths. Nothing glistens with the gloss that comes from Glass' architecture, and everything smells... different. Earthier.

Real. )

... Okay.

( She doesn't have time to question things out loud, not when she wants to keep moving, swinging over rooftops and traversing away from the Colosseum without letting her feet touch the ground. If she comes across someone while running the rooftops, she slows down, eyes them for a moment before coming over: )

You need something?

( Why else would most people be up here? )

sorrow/love
...Noah?

( The first time she sees him, Faith thinks she's just going crazy after everything that's happened. That being dragged here is the cherry on a shit sundae and her mind's making up things to try and make sense of it all.

He keeps disappearing, like a hacked feed - flitting in an out of existence in the corner of her eye. )

Noah, where are you?

( I'm with you-

It's the kind of answer a trick of her mind would pull, right? That's not what she wants to know. Where are you? Not dead, right? KSec didn't, or at least that's what she's been told.

And it has to be her imagination that makes him seem clearer, more solid. Like he's exiting fog, or maybe it's just that her vision's swimming. Where everything's so out of focus, things are in focus again. She reaches forward, forward- just a little more. He's just in reach. )

C'mon, Noah. Tell me where you are.

( The next time Noah speaks, he's loud enough to be heard by passers by: I told you. I'm here, with you. And I need your help, Faith. )

I don't get it - what's going on?

( Noah's expression is nothing but pain, the twisting of realisation that he can't stop this, that Faith looks weaker and weaker with each passing second. The words he has to say are the ones she'll never agree to, but he says them anyway, because their lives have never been easy.

You have to kill me. )

wildcard
( throw me something, anything else! )

[It's not hust her. It's happening to everyone. Fitting, that her brain normalizes the illusion by giving all these coma-dream people a ghost or two of their own. They're corporeal now, visible to everyone. Brennan likes having her mother by her side, even if it's getting more difficult to walk by the minute.

A girl with dark hair reaches out for a figure Brennan just knows (instinct, how foolish) is one of these ghosts.

The ghost-man says you have to kill me. Brennan looks at her mother.] That's what you said to me.

[Christine Brennan is stronger than her daughter now, so she walks up to the girl talking to the ghost. "If you don't kill me," says Christine, grabbing for the girl's wrist, "she's going to die." With her free hand, she points to the slowly approaching, exhausted looking woman she left behind. "Kill me. Please."

Christine is too worried about her daughter to give Faith personal incentive to do this, but she knows that Temperance will figure it out and do the same, will kill the ghost called Noah and free this stranger from a sad fate.]

( Her mind isn't grasping at things right. Like wading through sewage water, or what she imagines that's like, anyway. Running when the wind's blowing strong against you. Faith's hand stops short of the now-solid Noah, caught by Christine and dragged into another person's problem. One she doesn't quite grasp through the swamp of her drained mind - they're being told to kill these people, but why?

Faith shakes her head, as if doing so will get rid of the cobwebs that are there and bring her back to life, pulls her wrist back. Somewhere behind her, Noah's echoing the sentiment. They have to die. Noah has to die. The concept sticks in her throat, air that she can't swallow down. A shock to the system. )

What the hell are you talking about?

( She asks to no one in particular. Anyone who has an explanation is free to jump in here. Even if she did, all Faith has is her bare hands and weakening muscles. )

[ Her long red dress and dark heels do not make for easy parkour traversing but Ada has managed to make it work to her advantage. Her clothes rarely leave much a negative impact on her, at least not any she's incapable of maneuvering out of.

There's a black handgun in one of her hands and what appears to be a grappling hook on her thigh. When she comes across Faith above the city, she simply raises a dark brow beneath swept bangs. ]

A better view of the city is what I need. [ Cool. Detached. It's clear she knows what she's doing. ]

( Faith's observant enough to pick those oddities out. The dress, the heels, they all look like they're meant to be on someone who's hiCaste, who sneaks out of their apartments to enlist the help of someone more suited to the rooftops. The gun and grappling hook stand out like stains on white, scratches on bright glass. )

You and me both. ( Faith rolls back on her heels, stretching her legs idly. The contrast couldn't be much starker - Faith, in her runner's gear against this stranger. It almost feels like home for a moment. Just another run-in with the people who stay on the right side of the law in Glass. )

You don't... look like a runner.

( But then, this place doesn't look like Glass, either. )

I also don't look as if I were Umbrella's former top agent. [ She states smoothly, though it lacks in any sense of entitlement. There are few reasons to hide her former association. ] Looks can be deceiving.

[ But that's not to say at all that she's a runner. It's not a term she's heard before, at least not in regards to living humans. Runners, in her world, were quick footed undead difficult to avoid without prior training or an ungodly amount of luck. ]

test drive meme #21

faith connors. mirror's edge: catalyst.

sorrow/love

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Fear

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