Test Drive Meme #22

[hadrielmods]

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!]

Comments

[lemontree]

[ That's fair enough. Dany appraises the other woman for a moment, then dips her chin in a faint signal of admittance. ]

I could use the help. Thank you. [ Lup hadn't needed to offer, after all, and who is she to turn down unwarranted generosity? ... Though, her experiences tell her that this person will want something in the future, that no good deed comes without its strings, so she keeps a little suspicion in the back of her mind. ]

You worked in a kitchen, before this?

[restinglichface]

[Only time will tell if Lup expects something in return or not.]

Rad, [Now that they are agreed on it, the elf shoots her new teammate a grin and immediately slips behind the kitchen counter with Dany, reaching around her to grab an apron. As she slips it on over her head, Lup gestures towards the oven.] First things first, let's get rid of that thing. We don't want to leave any proof of it's existence.

[lemontree]

[ Dany hovers, waiting for further instruction, compelled by the gods' influence to try and win this contest, however inane. Her eyes follow Lup as she moves and ties an apron around herself, nodding curtly at the suggestion. ]

I couldn't argue with that. [ It's disgusting-looking, anyhow. Dany carefully removes the offending 'cake' from the oven, handling it delicately, and promptly slips it into the nearest trash bin. Lucky for everyone, the bin does not immediately go up in flames.

The Targaryen looks to her new partner expectantly. ]

And now?

[restinglichface]

[Lup's already moving, tying up her own long hair up into a messy, lopsided bun when she turns to watch Dany pull the cake pan out of the oven.

With her own bare hands.

Lup has lived nearly two hundred years, visited forty-eight different planets, studied magic and cooking in more cultures than she can name. As far as she was concerned, she'd seen it all. It took a hell of a lot to surprise her. And Dany has managed to do it in under five minutes of meeting.]

Holy shit, [the elf mutters, eyes wide, staring straight at Dany.] You are one hell of a badass.