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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;

She had seen some nasty crap in her time. Scorpions, rattlesnakes. Once, she found a six-inch centipede coiled in her left shoe. When it came to nightmare creatures, Mack was sure the desert had about all there was to offer.

So, this? This was new.

The one comfort is that she isn't the only one in the arena, and there seems to be some other people who are a little more prepared to take on a nightmare octo-monster. Mack lacks any capability other than quivering in fear, until someone starts yelling at her to get out of the way and her legs, by some miracle, carry her to the nearest exit in a frenzy.

She doesn't quite make it to the exit, though, tripping over her on feet and landing flat on her face. With the breath knocked out of her, she manages to scramble for some cover and heave for breath, muttering in a panic as she moves.

"What the ever loving fuck is that?"

sorrow;

"That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard come out of your mouth, Ma, and you have said some dumbass shit to me."

Mack probably isn't in the best position to mock her mother, considering she is, at the moment, sprawled out in the doorway of Delight's Bar. Peggy is standing over her, pulling distractedly at her own blonde hair. Any onlookers will see the resemblance; Mack is the spitting image of her mother if you subtract twenty years of damage one too many drinks has done to her mother.

"You're not listening. I'm doing this to you. I'm not supposed to be here."

"I'm just tired." Mack didn't move, staring up at what should have been the sky in any world other than this one. "Just a nap."

"Please, baby." Peggy will turn, grabbing the attention of the first unsuspecting passer-by. "You know what is going on here, right? Tell her."

tranquility;

Delight's Bar again. Another day, another beer or six.

This time, Mack is taking a nap on the bar. Not a normal, I've had too much to drink, head on the bar kind of nap. No, her entire body is spread out over the bar, feet hanging off the ends and her cheek pressed on the surface. Maybe people are ordering drinks over her, or maybe she is just in somebody's way. In any case, it's not the greatest place for a nap.

Edited 2017-07-01 05:18 (UTC)

[More alien bullshit. But at least these ones die when they burn, bleed when they're shot. And, apparently, there are people on this god forsaken shithole of a planet who haven't gotten the memo that walking around in anything less than a full suit of tactical armor is tantamount to suicide these days.

If this is even Chorus. Jury's still out.

Sharkface keeps his flame throwers active when he ambles over. Just in case.]

Dunno. It's dead.

[Then, quite casually, he levels his arm at her face. The flame winks. Nothing personal.]

'sup. I got some questions.

[ Mack's relief that the monster is dead is quickly extinguished (get it?) when she has a winking flame in her face.

Her outfit is pretty much the exact opposite of armor, and the look on her face both reflects her confusion and horror at how this turned around very quickly. With scraped hands and knees she manages to push herself back a little bit, doing her best not to burst into tears right then and there. ]

The fuck dude. Do I look like I have any idea what's going on? [ She realizes quickly that her tone probably isn't helping matters, so she reigns it back just a little. ] Please don't barbecue me.

[He holds the flame steady for a moment longer, watching her, then drops it. Deactivates the flame. The gauntlets shift and clack. Only an asshole kills unarmed civilians for no reason.

A trooper wouldn't react like that. One of Locus's mercenary idiots would have snarled at him, any of Chorus's troops would have fought back. Not this one, though.

Goddamn. A real live civilian. He hasn't seen one of those in years.]

I've had a long day.

[He pauses.]

Not gonna kill you.

[ Mack doesn't hold back her long sigh of relief, her shoulders slumping forward to relax when he lowers the weapon. She's still scared out of her mind, still wondering where the hell she was and what was going on. Did she get completely trashed and wander into some sort of military training camp, a conspiracy theorist's wet dream? She didn't remember getting drunk in the last 24 hours. She had been minding her own business, on her way to work, late as usual. ]

So, uh... What's with the space suit? And like, where are we? [ It doesn't occur to her that maybe he's as clueless as her. He's the one in the scary uniform with the weapon. Surely he knows what's going on better than she does. ]

You're kidding, right?

[She must live on one of those planets where not everyone walks around in full combat armor 24/7. Sharkface has heard of those. Even stayed at one once, for a vacation. Got wasted and spent too much money with CT and the rest of the gang. Good times.

He switches to his rifle instead. Long range, still got plenty of ammo, he's good. Let the party commence.]

No idea where we are. My HUD's fucked up.

[He slaps his helmet with his free hand. Useless piece of shit.]

You with Kimball's people?

[Because if she is, that might be a problem. Kimball's been rounding up whatever fighting force Chorus has left and if this woman is one of them, then Sharkface is contractually obligated to shoot her in the face. Normally that wouldn't be a problem, professionalism being what it is, but she's not in armor.

It's different, when they're not in armor. Worse, somehow.]

[ Mack shifts on her feet, understanding about 20% of what he is saying and it probably shows on her face. ]

Uh. No. I don't know anyone named Kimball and I'm not with any... People. I was just going to work and bam, I'm standing in the middle of whatever that is with all you guys and monster mountains.

[ She points to his armor, waggling her finger slightly. ] I don't even know what that is. Like, it looks like something out a sci-fi movie. So I'm trying to figure out if I got super high and didn't realize it, or if I'm drunk and passed out in a gutter somewhere and dreaming all of this. Who's Kimball?

Huh.

[Okay. That's just...odd. Assuming she's telling the truth, she's from a world the Covenant hasn't touched, that the USMC hasn't botched, and nobody values their lives enough to encase themselves in protective armor as a matter of course.

Sharkface shifts his weight, trying to think. None of this makes sense.]

General Kimball. A target. She's not important.

[He's quiet for a moment.]

What planet are you from?

What planet am I from? You're the one in the space suit.

[ It takes her a few moments to realize he's serious. Her eyebrows shoot up and she crosses her arms, trying to hide the fact that she's back to kind of freaking out. ]

Uh, Earth?

Everyone wears armor!

[Except her, apparently. And she's from Earth.

....

Right.]

This doesn't make sense.

Not where I'm from, dude.

[ She narrows her eyes at him. ]

Where am I supposed to be from, Mars?

They have armor on mars.

[Obviously.

Sharkface stares at her.]

Okay. This is hell. I'm in hell. Awesome.

[ He's not sure what compels him to even step into a place like this because bars aren't really...his thing. He doesn't think so, anyway, but that's the weird thing about his life; so much of it was controlled, his actions dictated to him without much free will on his part, that there's a lot he doesn't even know about himself. Maybe he's the type of guy who could enjoy hanging out in bars, sharing drinks with people.

That's if he could figure out how to really interact with people on a normal level.

But he feels weird, in a way that scares him a little, so he steps into the bar just to seek out other people, to not be alone. There's someone who catches his attention, just because she's laying there, completely passed out, and no one else seems to care. Does he? He's not sure what he feels, but it's...wrong, somehow, to leave her alone. So he steps forward, like he's completely unsure, and he rests a hand lightly on her shoulder. ]

Excuse me, uh...miss?

[ Somewhere through the fogs, she feels the brush of a hand on her shoulder. Mack grunts, muttering something unintelligible as she shifts slightly away from the touch. Part of her knows she needs to get up, get off the bar and try to stand up. Most of her would rather ride out this pleasant sensation of sleepiness as she enjoys the detachment from the world around her. She probably needs about six cups of coffee but the thing is, she isn't drunk. Mack knows drunk and this isn't it.

The surface of the bar feels really nice against her cheek, but the voice pulls at her, snaking around her consciousness. At that point, there's enough of her that is aware something is wrong. This feeling isn't normal, not the same as normal sleepiness or drunkenness. It's something different, but she doesn't find it unpleasant.

It takes a lot of effort to crack open one eye and look at the man standing next to her, looking him over silently through her haze. ]

What? I'm trying to sleep.

[ Maybe he should leave her alone. Maybe she'd rather just be left here to...sleep it off, wait out whatever this is. This can't be normal, though, because even Roman is feeling sleepy and it makes no sense; he's on his feet, he'd walked over here, his mind should be more alert but his thoughts feel sluggish and hazy.

He doesn't know what's going on, but it seems like they're both afflicted, and judging by the handful of people passed out on the sidewalks as he'd made his way over here, they're not the only ones. ]

I think something's wrong. I don't wanna leave you here.

Mmmkay.

[ Finally forcing her eyes open, Mack pushes herself off the bar and onto her elbows. This is the first time she gets a good look at him, her eyes heavy-lidded as she stares at him for a long moment, wondering if she should know him from somewhere. She doesn't, although that isn't unexpected. She doesn't know half the people here.

He's right, though. She doesn't feel normal, and she suspects, once she gets a good look at the bar, that the number of people taking naps isn't exactly normal, either. ]

I don't even remember falling asleep. What the crap is goin' on?

[ Roman rubs a hand over his eyes, trying to keep himself fully awake because it's a struggle right now. It's the feeling of having no control over it that alarms him more than the lethargy itself. ]

Poison...something in the air... [ He trails off, considering a few scenarios. None of them are good, of course. There's no benevolent reason he can think of to put a bunch of people to sleep. ]

We can fight this. Just stay awake.

[ Right. Great advice. Easier said than done, he tells himself. ]

[ Mack moans, but she forces herself up into a sitting position, her legs hanging over the side of the bar. ]

What do you think is going on?

[ She peers around the bar, finally realizing how weird everyone is acting. Although she still wants to just go back to sleep, she's aware enough to realize this kind of thing is pretty weird. ]

This is really, really weird.

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test drive meme #21

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