dankmemes | 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!]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Whatever the cause, Aren seems to see him. If he seems odd to her, in bearing or appearance or speech, it absolutely doesn't matter at this moment in time. What does matter is getting the fuck out of her, and she nods to that with nervous laughter, quickly turning her gaze the gathering creatures as she backs away, maintaining that defensive stance. Barkspawn overpowers the initial one, but seeing that he's pretty outnumbered, has the sense to obey and withdraw even as he continues to play the part of the meatshield.

They can't see me. Why wouldn't--no, it's not time for tangents. First thing first, such as not being torn to shreds.]

Yeah, no shit. I'd love to, believe me. Know a good escape route?

[That, at least, is a much better reaction than he's gotten from some people in the past. He can work with that.]

Yes. I can make them not see you too, but not for very long. It hurts to do it. You should hurry.

[So he's a mage or something. (To her best guess; Aren's lived and worked with mages, but she still doesn't understand everything about them or what they can do.) Not about to look too deeply into it as long as they can escape unscathed, the dwarf woman nod.]

Barkspawn, too, right? I'm not going without him.

[The mabari is busy snarling at creatures to keep them back, but that will only work for so long.]

But if you can, we'll make it quick.

Yes. He can come too. [They won't have quite as long, but they should be alright.

He pauses for a moment to concentrate, but sure enough the things seem to turn away. Or at least are starting to.]

We should hurry. It hurts to stay too long.

Neat trick. I could've used that in the Deep Roads.

[Aren narrows her eyes at the creatures backing away, but doesn't waste time in beckoning to her canine companion. He gives the creatures one last snarl before turning to Cole, more than ready to leave with his dwarf mistress.]

Let's haul ass!

It's too big there.

[He heads off then, quickly, trusting that they're following. He's already feeling his head hurt and they need to leave quickly before he loses the cloak.]

We should go faster.

Got it!

[What she wouldn't give to have Sten's height and longer stride at this moment. The best she can do is to follow his advice, focusing more on speed than stealth so that when the cloak falls, at least distance will be on their side. Barkspawn nudges Aren every so often, insistent about her not falling behind. He'd let her ride him, if need be...but that doesn't seem necessary.]

Let me know when you have to let it go, I have some bombs I can use if they start to catch up!

[Regardless, he was going to hold it until he physically couldn't anymore. He'll be bleeding before long, though.]

They shouldn't follow.

They'd better not, weird-ass things, creepier than deepstalkers....

[She mutters, only relaxing her pace when he does. Barkspawn remains alert, still on edge from the things.]

Are they--hey, you're bleeding.

[She frowns and reaches into her pack, pretty sure she had a spare poultice around somewhere.]

[He hadn't even noticed the blood coming from his nose, but reached up and wiped at it with one hand once she mentioned it. It didn't help much as it just came right back. His head hurt too.]

I'm alright. It's harder for more people, unseen, unseeing. Sighs and shadows slipping through. Are they gone yet?

['Alright' doesn't mean bleeding. Aren looks at him skeptically, and pulls out the poultice.]

It takes awful if you drink it, but it's faster that way. Up to you.

Barkspawn, sense any coming this way?

[The mabari is still, ears perked up as he listens...then lets out a soft huff.]

They're not following. He'd be barking his head off if they were.

[He drops the cloak then, but he's still bleeding. That will stop later. But the headache is almost immediately gone, although there's still some lingering pain.]

Good. But they could come back, monsters and madness make here dangerous.

[Holding out that poultice without another word -he can take it or not, she's just making the offer, she nods.]

More dangerous than dealing with hordes of darkspawn and an archdemon? Because I'm kind of used to that by now. Barkspawn, too.

[The mabari barks proudly. His scars here and there reveal his rather active life with his mistress.]

I don't know. But the gods here aren't kind. They hurt more than they help.

[He doesn't even reach for it. She'll probably need it later.]

[Okay, okay, hint taken. She'll put it back.]

Gods? The only one I've heard humans talk about is the Maker, and in a 'he's pissed at us so we have to spread the Chant to win him back' kind of way.

They're different ones, here. Drowned in darkness and sighing their songs in the silence. They want to make us sing too.

Well, tough shit. I already have one 'song' in my future, I don't need any more than that.

[Aren's lips form into a thin line, not liking the sound of these 'gods' already.]

I'm Aren, by the way. This is Barkspawn. Say hi, boy.

[The mabari barks, then sits down and offers a paw. Shake?]

They don't care, though.

[He does crouch down to look the dog in the eyes and give him a pet.]

Hello. I used to be Cole.

[Barkspawn's satisfied with the petting, but Aren raises an eyebrow.]

'Used to be'? What's that supposed to mean?

I was Cole but I wasn't too. I can't remember why.

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