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

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[lemontree]

[ She nearly barrels into someone as she goes, but manages to stop short to avoid it. Now she has to choose between facing this potentially-dangerous stranger and turning back toward the monsters... though, luckily, he acts more quickly, brushing by her to lunge for the beast.

Despite herself, Dany turns to watch, eyes wide. The man seems to dispatch it easily in a few, practiced motions, and then it falls, lying still. She releases a breath that she hadn't meant to hold. A younger Daenerys would have thanked him first, but she is afraid, and so she must be firm before she is polite. ]

Who are you? [ The young queen demands, straightening up to her full height, for as much as it's worth. ] What was that creature?

[citytraveler]

[ His attention turns briefly to the creature beneath him before giving any indication of a response. He slides his knife from the body, wiping the blood on his pant leg and returning it to the sheath on his thigh. Then faces her as he stands.

He isn't more than a few inches taller than her, but he recognizes what she's doing. And there aren't any words for an uncomfortable many seconds. He's still trying to make sense of the blue data flickering in his eyes as it tries to feed him information on her. Though it tells him nothing he needs to know.

He's also thinking of what he even cares to say.

Then simply: ]

Kyrii.

[lemontree]

[ There's too long a silence before he replies, one that makes her wonder, first, if he'll even respond at all, and then, whether that's really his name. Does it matter? She's more or less at his mercy at the moment, or else the mercy of the monsters he had so easily dispatched.

Her eyes follow the dagger as he replaces it in its sheath. ]

Where are we? [ Comes the next question. If he decided to answer one, then she may as well try for as much information as he'll give. ] What is this place?

[citytraveler]

[ The truth is that he doesn't know. None of the data he cycles through is telling him anything important about everything he looks at. Just glitched lines of coding strewn across the HUD of his retinas. But with so many monsters nearby, he doesn't want to stop moving here to find out what's going on or where they really are. Taking one on at a time is simple enough. Any more than that could get messy.

His reply comes a little sooner than the last. ]

I don't know.

[ Kyrii picks a direction and starts walking without any prompt or warning of leaving her. Though after about ten feet he stops. And silently waits for her to follow. ]