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

[The way he laughs, the way he plays along, the way his lashes brush over his cheeks as he fake swoons- all of it is enchanting. Taako is enchanting. And close, and warm (always so warm, compared to Kravitz, and he doesn't know how, but it doesn't matter) and kissing him.

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.]

[Honestly, Taako would probably rather suffocate than stop kissing his husband at this point, but Kravitz breaks it for their own good. Still, he doesn't move very far at all, foreheads pressed together until Kravitz continues to lavish him with attention.]

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.]

[Kravitz laughs and sighs, content and longing all at once. Taako's fingers curl through his hair, and Kravitz presses another kiss to his lips, more demanding than usual. His own hand climbs up to rest over Taako's chest, fingers spread across his rapid beating heart.]

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.

[He can't help but grin wider, proud but not yet satisfied, as Kravitz speaks and he knows he's so close to winning the gold of this whole thing. He tilts his head up a bit, so his mouth is more level with Kravitz' ear, and grinds his hips down, the motion causing the hem of his dress to ride up an inch more, a breathy moan gracing Kravitz' ear before he speaks.]

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.]

[His chuckle falters out into a stutter, and he finds his eyes glued to the motion of Taako's dress crawling up his legs.

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.]

Edited 2017-10-31 10:40 (UTC)

[Taako leans back, not moving his hips but shifting enough that he can see Kravitz' face, and brings his right hand hand up to cup his chin, long fingers resting over the side of his face and over to his ear.]

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.]

Test Drive Meme #22

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tags back 500 yrs late for the fadeout lol

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