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

[meteormercenary]

Yurick doesn't hear as the man approaches, almost comfortably snoozing on the cold ground. But then he hears Wash yell out, though he doesn't quite make out the words at first, making him stir.

God, would you just shut up. He's clearly trying to sleep over here. But when he hears the shots fired he jolts upright instantly, his eye wide.

And... what in the Hell? Did he wake up in another dream? A man in.... what is that? Armour? It's none like he's ever seen. Is shooting at some rather weird looking monster.

....Okay, weird looking monsters aren't anything particularly new. Even if he doesn't recognise this species.

A little bit of warning would have been nice, at least. But he gets quickly to his feet anyway. With a moment of levitation, he hurls a rather large fireball at the monster before Wash.

Waking up to a battle was definitely not ideal. When he gets a moment, he turns to Wash.

"Where are Zael and the others." Look, if you're wearing armour, you must be a knight, right? And that was who they were staying with last he checked. It would be in your best interest to tell him where to find his teammates so he can go help them while you knights... do whatever you do.

[hardwearing]

Wash turns at the fireball, startled by it. He sees only Yurick, looks him over for a weapon that could have caused that and doesn't see one. He's about to ask but is cut off by the man's question first.

"Who? I don't know."

And why ask him? Then again, he can't see Wash's face and the obvious confusion there. He must appear capable otherwise.

"Look, I'm just as lost as the rest of you. I have no idea where we are or how we got here."

[meteormercenary]

"What do you mean you don't know? Isn't that what you're paid for?" Somethingsomethingsnarktheknightsarelazy. That doesn't stop Yurick's voice from elevating a little into an almost how dare you tone.

"I suppose I should have expected as much from a knight," he scoffs. "Where's the Captain, then? I'll ask him."

Still, there is a part that Wash says which is... a bit alarming, to say the least. That he has no idea where they are or how they got there. Did the Gurak manage some sort of kidnapping tactic? He really should find Zael and the others, first. He can run a Q and A when they're reunited and out of harm's way.

"Fine, I suppose I'll help you through here. But expect me to inform your Captain of this." Even if this guy is new, it's rather poor on the Captain's part to let him just do this in a battlefield setting in the middle of the Gurak War. Someone remind him to ask the Captain about that new, ridiculous armour, too.

[hardwearing]

"You clearly think I'm someone I'm not," Wash says coldly, already frustrated with this one even if he's grateful for the fireball... that must have been fired from a weapon the man put away again already. Strange, but not impossible. Wash takes the opportunity to switch from his guns to his knives, wanting to conserve ammo. Since he doesn't know here he is or where his next restock will be coming from.

"Thanks but I don't need your help."