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

[Yurick, on the other hand, is a highly paid personal tutor. He takes pride in teaching children on a regular basis and helping them reach their full potential. It's the epitome of rewarding work for him. It's never too early to help a developing mind.

Sometimes he visits the park, or even the orphanage, to observe the children and help out as needed. He's always had a soft spot for children. And with a book of a personal interest, he's going to nestle himself on a bench and finds an empty slot next to the other man. Although, surprisingly, the other man turns out to be more social than he is. At the question, he glances over the children in the playground.]

Most of them, I suppose.

[In the sense that he helps most of them with their studies. He doesn't have any children of his own.]

Any one in particular yours? [He doesn't remember helping this man's child, so he might as well ask.]

[Sorry, bud, Harlan is not deterred by the "I'm reading so don't talk to me" move. Books are for nerds, anyway. Put it down and talk to him, especially after that weird answer to his question.]

Most of 'em?

[Whatever. His kid is better. Quality over quantity. He points to Julie, who is following around a kid that tried to blow her off mid-explanation of some Star Trek episode.]

She's eleven. [Harlan wonders briefly if eleven-year-olds are too old for playgrounds. Probably not, right? Anyway, Julie's enjoying herself, so it doesn't matter.]

Yes, most of them. I tutor many of them on a weekly basis. Like that one... [He indicates with his book to a child all of seven years old with blonde hair and brown eyes.] That's Jillian. When her parents hired me, she was struggling with history. But, since I've gotten to work with her, she makes nothing but straight A's. And that one... [A ten year old boy with red hair, littered in freckles.] Is Reed. He was practically diagnosed with an attention disorder. His parents requested my assistance before wanting to try the medications available. He now makes at least B's acrost the board and is gradually slipping into A's.

I could go on, but I don't suppose you would really want me to continue. I can name about eighty percent of the children on this playground.

[At the indication, Yurick observes Julie for a moment.]

Hmm, she has a particular confidence about herself, doesn't she? [Certainly not a bad thing.]

[Harlan wrinkles his nose as he follows this guy's gaze around the park. This definitely feels like a competition now. His kid is the best kid, and that should be obvious. She doesn't need a tutor.]

Cool. That's, uh, a lot of kids. So, what, you tutor them in everything?

[As for Julie, thanks for noticing how cool and confident she is. She takes after her dad. Probably. Harlan's never met the guy.

Wait, what? He frowns momentarily. He's her dad. What is he thinking?]

She is, yeah. She's smart. Your kids don't give a shit about Star Trek, apparently, but she's crazy about it. She picked it up on her own, too. It was one of the things we first bonded over.

[Which, again, sounds weird. Why would he have to bond with his own kid? In that way, anyway. But it's true. He remembers how excited he was when he overheard her talking about it the first time, just not... when, or where. It had to have been when she was younger, but he can't remember her being younger, either. Huh.]

Just about. Through varying age groups. Although I would have to say I prefer teaching them magic.

[Magic? What fantasy book did you read, Yurick? Come back to the real world.]

Err... excuse that. It must have been a vivid dream last night.

[Wait...]

What's Star Trek? [He's familiar with many subjects, but that's one he hasn't heard of.] Is it some form of space travel? Or perhaps astral projection?

[He's not even trying to sound like a nerd, Harlan. He genuinely has no idea what you're talking about.]

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