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

[extraversion]

[Yurick's half right; Viktor doesn't know he's a mercenary and he's not scared of him.]

Th-that! [... is what's going on, to answer his question. He flings his arm back, pointing at the purple-ish beastie lumbering along behind him. It looks like it has no right to exist. This is largely because it doesn't, at least, not in any sane world.

He moves when he's told, reaching for Yurick's wrist with the intention of dragging him along behind him, if he has to.]

Come on—

[In his defense, he has no idea what's about to happen, until it does. He's barely taken half a step when he notices something isn't right. He stops, turning, and... oh. The stranger... he's levitating.

Well.

That's, uh.

A surprise.

More surprising is the fire. It engulfs the creature, knocking it on its back, where it curls in on itself with a pethetic mmmmm. Viktor is silent, staring wide-eyed at the wisps of smoke and steam rising from the massive carcass.

And then he starts to clap enthusiastically.]

Wow! Amazing!

[meteormercenary]

[The applause is... new. And for a moment, Yurick isn't sure how to react. But in the end, he can't help smiling a bit. It's actually nice when people see your powers and don't end up screaming about your profession and running away.

Besides, he had magic powers long before becoming a mercenary. But clearly Viktor is savvy to the fact that mercenary does not mean bad guy. At least that's his interpretation.]

Well then, I'm glad I could be of service.

I don't suppose you can tell me where we are?

[He's yet to figure it out himself. It doesn't resemble anything he's seen on the maps from home. HE hasn't even been able to find the nearest Inn to track down Zael and the others. It's rather discomforting, really.]

I also haven't been able to find a place to stay, if you would be so kind as to point me in the proper direction.

[Talking to Viktor like he's a local, because why wouldn't he be? Yurick's a little more than used to traveling to monster-ridden places with fleeing civilians.]