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

[utulien_aure]

[The young woman's reaction is not quite what he might have expected, although to be fair people have many different reactions to being attacked by monsters. Odd ones should be expected on occasion.]

I am glad to give it. Newcomers to this city do not always get a friendly greeting, [He tilts his head in the direction of the monsters] but I assure you the rest of us are far more welcoming.

[He glances down to check whether she's alright, and his eyes widen slightly at the sight of the blade. Elven-made. Noldorin-made, at that. Where would a mortal girl find an elven blade?

Still, not the most important question at the moment, Fingon concedes.]

I have as little an idea as you do, I fear. These monsters are new to me. [There to the right, one particularly gruesome specimen shuffles toward them. Fingon moves forward to meet it, covering her.] Most likely, they came through the same portal you did- the Door, as we call it.

[stonebird]

I have noticed that. (Where would she be without her humor? Oh in a clearing filled with monsters and a beloved Elf who does not remember her in the slightest? Right. Sansa fights back her bitterness because it doesn't matter. Whether he is her third father or Lord Fingon, he is still him and she is relieved to see him, whole and healthy.)

I admit you are a welcome sight. (The monsters almost do not matter. She watches his reaction to her blade, a small smile tugging at her lips. It will be interesting when he asks of it, but she suspects he will be as kind as ever.)

Then let us see to killing them before they harm others. (Her nose wrinkles at said specimen. They should not exist in such a shape; it is entirely too cruel. Her cheeks flush, however, when Fingon moves to shield her.)

...two doors... (One exit; one entrance. Sansa moves to his side, smiling sadly.) I must tell you of the other one someday, my lord.