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Test Drive Meme #22
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 July 25th, and apps are open August 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: THE WRONG KIND OF SCARY
[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.
There's an odd shuffling to your right and to your left. Do you know what that is? Maybe not, but at least nobody else does either. You might peek at an eye stalk or a stinger, you might catch a glimpse of something that can maybe pass for fingers... or maybe it just has a mouth on its butt because its creator was feeling particularly sadistic that day. That's right, you're looking at the creatures from Spore, EA's infamous alien creation game with the most awkward alien creator imaginable.
These particular Spore creatures are the carnivorous kind, the kind who seek out and eat other creatures so that they can instantly procreate to pass on their victim's genetic code and make their species even more wild. You might not want to stick around and watch the mating process. I promise it's just as weird as you think.]
T R A N Q U I L I T Y / C O N F U S I O N
SCENARIO TWO: STEPFORD SUNDAY
[You wake up one lovely weekend morning to the sounds of birds chirping outside and sun streaming through your window. What a wonderful day to be perfectly normal and happy in the suburbs! Your family is all around you, like a Norman Rockwell painting, happy to go about their average day in their average life in their average city.
So what if your sister is an archdemon? Or your father is somehow a dragon? It's just the way that things have always been... isn't it?
The perceptive of you may begin to see cracks in the veneer, may begin to wonder why everything seems to be so perfect... and as the truth begins to unfold, it paints a much darker picture than the one you're seeing. Are you sure you don't want to stay, just a little while longer?
This is a mini version of our Stepford Summer event this month!]
R A G E / D E L I G H T
SCENARIO THREE: CAKE WARS
[There are plenty of ways in this world to rouse your competitive spirit. Many of them involve athletics- few involve such beautiful edible artistry as this.
That's right, you're in a cake baking competition, and no matter how competitive you normally are, thanks to Rage's influence, you want to win. Competitors can be in teams of two or alone, and they have until morning to bake their cakes to the fullest and bring it to Delight's temple for judging.
So what kind of cake baker are you? Do you revel in your artistry? Do you measure everything and carefully prepare each icing tip? Or do you know that you suck at cooking and decide to use the opportunity to sabotage your opponent's cake instead? Nothing is off limits, and all's fair in cake and war, after all!]
elizabeth | bioshock: infinite
[ What she had seen through the tear is not at all what she finds on the other side. A young woman, brunette and wide-eyed, appears in the coliseum with a different kind of confusion than many of the other arrivals. She hadn't expected to be here, exactly, but... she had just stepped deliberately into what she thought would be another world. ... Just, not this world. ]
What...? [ Elizabeth breathes, drawing her arms in close to her chest, glancing around with growing trepidation. Her next thought, of course, is to consult her companion, to... try and explain how the tear had lead them here (wherever it is), but - ]
... Mr. DeWitt? [ She breathes, heart racing. Could I possibly have left him behind? But - No, that wouldn't happen. It couldn't. ... Could it? ]
Booker? [ Elizabeth tries again, calling out with more strength into the shadowy arena. There are sounds of movement not far away, though she's right to embrace the creeping sensation of unease. That feeling is justified when something truly terrifying lumbers out into view, sending spikes of fear through her system. ]
What - What is that? [ She asks of no one, backing away from what can only be described as a monster. It doesn't answer, and neither does it stop, walking toward her with hungry intent. Elizabeth, unarmed, can only move away until she's pressed to the wall of the coliseum, eyes sweeping and trying to find some way out of this place and away from that thing. ]
Is anyone here? Please...!
[ She can try and run, at least. And she does. ]
scenario three: they didn't have the food network in 1912
[ Elizabeth has been slaving over her cake, which means a lot of hours of work, considering that she's never really had the opportunity to bake before... or the means to do it. Her tower didn't exactly have this futuristic kitchen, after all. Still, she's clearly enjoying herself as she goes, not quite noticing the bits of icing and flour that end up smudged on her cheek and on her blouse. ]
Oh - Excuse me! [ She has to get the cake to Delight's temple in order to qualify for this competition, but that means getting it there in one piece. Unfortunately, there are a lot of people around, so there's a high risk of bumping into someone and losing the cake altogether. As such, Elizabeth seems a little nervous, trying to balance her creation as she slowly makes her way from the kitchen to the temple.
She worked so hard on it! You wouldn't deliberately sabotage such a nice young woman's efforts, would you? ]
to your rescue;
Follow me!
[ He holds out a hand, beckoning. ]
no subject
... Okay! [ He attends to the monster, anyhow, so she obeys and takes his hand. ] Can you tell me where I am? Or, what that - thing was?
[ It's possible that she's dreaming, isn't it? ]
no subject
You're in Hadriel, and that's a new arrival, like you. I'll explain when we're out of here.
[ Because another creature is rushing at them, aiming for the legs. Drake's aim isn't as good with one hand but he's got this shit. ]
We really need Rage back...
no subject
There's no use asking what Rage is, in this context, so she doesn't... yet. ]
Have you - seen someone else near me? A man [ "kind of like you" ] with brown hair, and... a scarf tied on his hand?
[ How do you even begin to describe Booker, really? ]
no subject
[ They've made it to the corridor leading to the exit but Drake is still on guard in case any of the monsters have wandered out already. He doesn't turn to look Elizabeth over until they've made it safely outside and he's reasonably certain it's clear. ]
Uh.... no, sorry. I'm gonna go back in, though, in a minute. I can look for him. You should head towards those spires, you'll be safe there.