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!]

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{The threat of tears alarm Maedhros and he follows his instincts to pull her into a gentle embrace.}

There is nothing to fear. You are safe.

{He might have doubts and be confused, but he refuses to let anything harm her. Besides, they're supposedly in a peaceful city. What can go wrong?}

(The embrace echoes the last one he had given her in Ruby City. Sansa cannot help sinking into it and returning it because, at the end of the day, he is Maedhros and she loves him.)

I had a bad dream...last night. (Yes, that is the best way to explain it away.) I lost sight of you and when I found you again, everything was...different.

{This, at least, is real. Maedhros can feel it, and his embrace tightens protectively.}

I am here now. You are not alone, little love. {A pause, then he pulls back and coaxes her face up so he can smile down at her.} Do you want to take a walk with me? My rounds are almost done, you may as well escort me along the way if you don't mind.

(She can't risk hoping... One day, she will tell him. But right now isn't the time. He, like Maglor, is living in a pleasant dream. If she can be his daughter in said vision, is that not blessing enough?

Shakily, she looks up at him, smiling helplessly.) I suppose I am being a little silly, but you are important to me, Father.

(Maglor hadn't recognized the Valar, so she imagines Elvish words will sound odd too.)

Why would I mind? How was your day? (She moves to his side, taking his hand.)

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{It doesn't matter she doesn't have pointed ears like Maedhros', only he doesn't notice! Only that she's beautiful and he loves her even with the doubts and sense of things being wrong.

He cups her face fondly.} You are very dear to me too.

{Delight touches his smile and he clasps her hand and leads her along, getting back onto his patrol route.}

Peaceful. Only a missing cat, and I found it up a tree. Poor little one needed help getting down!

(He is so handsome and so bright. The day she had first spoken to him at length, hiding behind the persona of Alayne, she had been awed by the force of his life. It has inspired her since then and she knows, with all the work she has put into learning, that she can be a good daughter to him.

Two hands. Good. She turns her head and quickly kisses a palm.)

You have me as family; as a friend. Nothing can change that.

(Falling into step beside him feels totally natural. She allows herself joy.)

Poor cat indeed! They did not scratch you?

{Even two hands feels wrong. But Maedhros doesn't know why, though it doesn't matter at this moment, with the force of love he feels from this precious child.

He grins and slips an arm over her shoulders instead, not particularly bothered if anyone sees them. It's known he loves his family! And why shouldn't he? He has a beautiful family.}

I'm fortunate to have you.

Nay! She's a sweet little thing I see fairly often. Your mother and I were thinking of getting a cat, or perhaps a dog. Would you like that? {Ignoring the feeling of wrong, speaking of a wife he only vaguely remembers.}

(She hardly minds if anyone sees either! It's strange how her childhood in Westeros is mixing so intricately - and well - with a life that features him as her father instead of Eddard. He too might have recollections of her being quite a spoiled princess. Of course she has changed a lot since then and she is in her final year of highschool.)

I would prefer a dog if it's not too much trouble? (Any dog that resembles a hunting hound or a wolf would be loved by her. She wouldn't even mind if they weren't young. There had been an old hound at Littlefinger's home that she had been quite fond of - and vice versa!)

Dogs are good protectors and - (Wait. Had he said...mother?) Is Mother...here?

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{Children are supposed to be spoiled rotten. Maedhros knows he's proud of how she's grown up. And he loves that she doesn't mind her dad hugging her in public! Not every teenager does.}

Not at all. You're old enough to learn to be responsible for an animal.

{His steps slow and he frowns, then shakes his head. He's just being silly, to doubt this beautiful life of his!

Right?} ...Yes. She is likely at home preparing dinner for us.

(She is not a typical teenager and it is perhaps because of her recent arrival that she is not completely under the dream's spell. He does not ask much of her and the contact is reassuring - enjoyed even. Sansa has already had a taste of independence and it is remarkably sour.)

I would see to their needs as well as I do my own. (Perhaps better! Dogs have ways of wiggling into the hearts of all of those around them.

She catches his frown and sighs, raising a hand to touch his cheek.) Of course she is - and I will help her when we return.

(Because he deserves a nice home-cooked meal. She can manage that much without another's help.)

{No child of Maedhros could have a typical life, by blood or heart. But they are loved, and that can make all the difference. He smiles proudly at her resolve.}

It is decided, then.

{Ah. He's worried her. He leans into her hand, apology touching his smile and eyes.}

Forgive me, daughter. You need not worry for me. All is well, and you will see for yourself once we are home.

(Love makes all the difference. Sansa - and Maedhros - know what it is like to exist without it. She flushes and turns her head shyly. He will always affect her deeply.)

I seem to recall your favorite recipes.

(Her thumb smoothes over his cheek and she shakes her head.)

I worry about you even if all is well. That is part of being family.

Test Drive Meme #22

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