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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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I do not look at dead people all day.
[The kiss melts him down, makes him sink further into the chair and want to brush his fingers against Taako's cheek- so he does.
The window of opportunity Taako has given him here is too good, and Kravitz holds his gaze suggestively, one eyebrow raised.]
I see that. [A pause. Comedic timing is everything.] Ah, you mean in the bag. Of course.
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No, I mean me. I'm always a gift, Krav, don't forget it. Today I just come with a cherry on top.
[He reaches behind him, one arm staying around Kravitz' neck to retrieve a box from inside the bag he's placed, setting it on the desk and popping the tab open quickly with deft fingers. Yes, he made a bento box. Yes, it's the gayest thing I could possibly think of. There's hot dogs cut into little octopuses and everything.]
Look at this. Fuckin' artistry, my dude.
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I wouldn't dream of taking you for granted for a second. Or your food, for that matter.
[It's all terribly saccharine, but he can't find it in himself to mind even a little. He knows, with certainty hard earned, that Taako appreciates it. Feels the same, even.
But go ǵ̶̶̛́ơ̢͝ ̵̡̕͘͞d͘ ͏̶̨̡ ̶͜s̢͘͜͠ ҉̵̢,̶̵̕,̸̢ ̶̧͟͜s̢̧̛͞h̶̕ę̶͘͜ ̨́͢҉í̧̕s͠҉ ̢̨̢̛n̨̧'̛́͡t̨͘҉͏ ̶̶̡͜͞l͞͏͢a̸͘͡y͘ ̨́͞҉̡t̸̛h̶̸̸͘ę͡͠ ̵̢̀̕͠f̛é̴a̸̕t̴h̡̛͡ ̶̴̧̀҉e͢͢r̴̡͢͝s̴̴ ̛̀́,̡̀͟͏ ̀͘à͝ ̷͜͢c̷̢̛͢͡i̸̡̕͘r͜͏c҉̴̛͜ļ́͘͡e̛͢ d, even having just thought that, Kravitz's heart still ties itself in knots of surprise and delight when he sees the effort Taako has put in. He presses in close, smiling as he kisses the corner of Taako's mouth.
He doesn't move away to speak, instead resting his forehead against the other's.]
Thank you.
...Octopus hotdogs, hm?
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[He even drew a little ketchup face on it. Look, it's smiling. Appreciate this effort so Taako doesn't have to say it, goodness.
He shifts just enough so he can pick one up, careful not to smudge the face, and brings it up to Kravitz' lips, their faces probably still too close to eat properly, but no harm no foul. Like, yeah, he made lunch, but the real point was getting up close and personal before he had to attend to his own responsibilities.]
C'mon, open up babe. I know it's totally awful to have to destroy such art, but you got me here to stare at, so it all works out.
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You're right, as always.
[Kravitz takes a bite, carefully so as to not end up with sauce all over his suit. The close proximity definitely makes it a little difficult, and he's sure it's still ended up on his face. Taako may have offered it with the intent of flirting, but Kravitz's breaks into a wide smile the second the taste hits him.]
This is astoundingly good.
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Uh, yeah? Babe, I'm Taako. This is high tier gourmet stuff, natch. You really think I would make something that isn't the tastiest thing ever? Who do you think you're talkin' to?
[He pops the rest of the hot dog piece into his mouth and goes to retrieve a rice ball. It seems he does actually intend on feeding this to him bite-by-bite if he doesn't protest.]
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uhhhh surprise he's gay???He flushes, and gives Taako a look, despite the fact that he should be very used to this kind of behaviour by now. (He is, really, but that doesn't make his stomach dip any less.)]Wait, you're Taako? Taako from TV?
[Kravitz covers up his fluster with feigned shock, mouth just south of a grin. As for Taako's plans- well, he certainly isn't going to say no.]
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Oh, the very same!
[He brings himself in closer after that, shifting in Kravitz' lap to straddle his hips, one hand still on the back of his neck as the other sits with a subtle pressure against his chest.]
Thanks for being a fan, darling.
[Okay, so like, he made all that food, but also he already got the thing he wanted (compliments) so now he's getting the second thing he wants, which is pressing his lips against Kravitz', slow and deep.]
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He doesn't pull back until he feels he needs to, breath catching, and smiles that secret sort of smile at Taako, the one that speaks to years of familiarity and understanding.]
Your number one, I think, if I could be so presumptuous. I'm sure you must hear that all the time.
[Kravitz pushes a lock of long, light hair out of Taako's face and tucks it behind his ear. It's a good excuse to lean back in and press another kiss to the now exposed line of his jaw.]
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Oh, everyone wants to be my biggest fan, dear. But mmmm, I'd say you've put in your bid to be the president of that fanclub.
[He leans into Kravitz' touch, smiling in a way that very few ever see. It's warm, and genuine, and simply happy, without reservation, without holding back. Pressed this close, Kravitz can probably feel Taako's heartbeat, the way it flutters when his lips touch his skin, the little flutter in his breath when it does.]
Even an exclusive meet-and-greet. This is a deluxe experience, my dude.
[He places another kiss to Kravitz' cheek now, nuzzling his nose into soft skin, hand snaking up his chest to tangle in his hair.]
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Must we really go back to work?
[And then he does a double take at himself, leaning down and chuckling into Taako's neck.]
Look at this. Look at what you've done to me.
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Oh, I think if you're still worrying about that I haven't done enough.
[Last chance to get this menace to stop, Krav, if you really want him to.]
tags back 500 yrs late for the fadeout lol
Kravitz is positive that he opened his mouth to fondly admonish and put an end to this. What comes out instead is something else altogether.]
Did you, er, lock the door when you came in?
[I'm going to get fired, he thinks, before remembering, Ah. I'm the boss.]
UR FINE
Oh babe, of course.
[He doesn't remember in the least if he did or not. But he also 100% does not care. He moves his wrist to tilt Kravitz' face, and Kravitz can probably feel the cold band of his ring on his jawline.]
Now c'mon. I brought you my gift. Pay up, handsy boy.
[And he guides Kravitz' mouth to his, intent on enjoying what's finally, blissfully his.]