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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!]
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She regards it with a critical eye, trying to find something about it that's worth talking up.)
You know it... um, it probably tastes just fine? It just needs a make-over, that's all.
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Goodbye, friendship.
After chucking the book behind her, Lup darts around Lucretia to reach for a spare apron hanging on the wall, tying it around her with a precision born from doing it daily for most of her life. Lucretia may not feel too at home in the kitchen, but this is where Lup excels.] Hey, everyone starts somewhere, Luce. Don't beat yourself up over it. Like you said, we just need to see what we can do to fix the exterior. And, y'know, if that doesn't work, we'll trash it and start again. Np, np.
[Besides the frosting disaster, Lup will need to check the denseness and weight of what Lucretia's made. It might be too top-heavy the way it's stacked now, but that's a pretty simple fix.] So, tell me what you have in mind for this and we'll try to get it there.
[teamwork!]
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It's a big relief to see Lup reaching for an apron, pulling it on without a second thought. Good, just the person she needs to haul her out of this mess.)
Did you just say 'np' out loud? (It doesn't matter. She hovers awkwardly over Lup's shoulder while she inspects the cake.) Well, I wanted it to be, uh– (she makes a gesture in the air with both hands: a round, rectangular shape.)
Smooth, I guess? Smoother. And lighter. And– I wanted to do a design on the top, I got these edible food pastes to use as paint. It– (she sighs, a short huff.) It was supposed to look pretty.
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[With Lucretia hovering at her shoulder, Lup gives the cake a little spin on it's turntable. It's easy to see that the actual cake is fine, fairly even and not collapsing in on itself in the middle. That's a plus. The issue is the height, the messy frosting, and the general presentation. Lup can fix this.]
Alright, this is going to require some surgery, but we can definitely save this base. [Lup dips her finger into the frosting and brings it up to her mouth, judging the flavor with a quick nod.] Not bad. We're going to need another batch of frosting for this. And another layer for the cake. Let's go with opposite of whatever this one is so it has a little pizzazz when you slice into it. Oh, and some raspberry mousse for filling!
[Lup is immediately in motion, kneeling to grab a few clean mixing bowls from the cupboard. But then she peeks upwards at Lucretia.] Uh, that sound okay?
[She isn't really trying to take over Lucretia's whole thing, but it's hard to not run with it when she knows her way is absolutely the best.]
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(Forgive her: she shouldn't be so flippant to somebody trying to help her, but she's a bit stressed out right now. She wrings her hands as Lup gives the cake a cursory spin. It doesn't have even one good angle. It is a complete disaster.)
Yeah, of course, (she says quickly, and rolls her sleeves back up again.) Do whatever you need to do, it all sounds good to me. I can start on the frosting.
(Is she allowed to help?? She glances at Lup for permission, hands hovering over her baking supplies.)
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All it takes is that quick acknowledgement to get the elf moving again, the bowls spread out along the counter. Lup plucks one up and thrusts it in Lucretia's direction. Better to use a clean bowl, since, if her current cake says anything, there are probably just as many crumbs as there is frosting in the other.] Get your frost on, chickadee.
[From there, it doesn't take anytime at all for Lup to get together another batch of cake batter, softening the butter and bringing the eggs to room temperature instantly with magic. Lup doesn't pause until the cake pan is in the oven, the elf finally breaking her concentration to hold out a chocolate-tipped spatula in Lucretia's direction.] Wanna taste?
[Of course, the moment Lucretia gets close enough to it, Lup flicks the utensil and sends chocolate batter splattering lightly against the other woman's face.]
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(Her voice trails away. Lup is whipping the batter with surprising speed, and then the contents are transferred to a pan and slid into the oven, all without recognition of her complaint.
Lucretia closes her mouth, and rolls her eyes, finding her half empty bag of icing sugar.)
Sure, whatever. (She leans in for a taste, and flinches as Lup spatters her with batter.)
Oh, okay– (If that's how it's gonna be– she dips her hand into the icing sugar and throws a handful of it at Lup.)
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Pretty sure this whole shindig can go in teams of two or solo. Just tell 'em I slept in, no one's going to question it after they see our masterpiece.
[Lup's already laughing the moment the batter splatters on Lucretia's face, enough so that she can't even defend herself from the sugar being thrown her way. It coats her beautifully, sugar landing in her open mouth, dusting over her already light-colored hair, and probably getting up her nose too. Which just has Lup snorting with laughter now, as she dips the spatula back into the leftover batter, flinging it Lucretia's way.]
Don't even start this war, Lucretia! You're going to lose!
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Ugh, Lup– time, time. Hold fire. (She'd been midway through gathering another half handful of icing sugar in retaliation, but now she has to abandon that in favour of easing her glasses off with her free hand, squinting to stop the batter from dripping into her eyes.)
Yeah, well, the war's momentarily on hold on account of– oh goddamn it. (She forgot about the icing sugar coating her other hand, and tried to wipe her forehead off and now it's... everywhere. She shoots Lup a look (who looks just as coated in powdered sugar as she must be right now), and starts to laugh.)