test drive meme #23

[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 August 25th, and apps are open September 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: SLIPPERY NAKED PEOPLE
[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.

No big deal, but there's a freaky wall-climbing zombie thing stalking you. Maybe you should get inside? Or run. Or just accept death. This time, the Door has brought in some Descendants, from the Uncharted video game.

Descendents are emaciated, man-eating monsters that used to be normal people until affected by a virus - you know how that goes! Terribly, always. They are fast and agile and quite strong, and they will stalk you and crawl up walls and maybe break your neck if they can. Badass.]

S O R R O W / H O P E

SCENARIO TWO: THE FUTURE ISN'T BRIGHT
[You found a mirror. It's your mirror, created just for you, and when you look into it - well. You might not want to look more than once, because it shows an image of the worst possible future you could imagine for yourself. Maybe you're dead. Maybe someone you love it. Maybe you've lost everything. Basically, it sucks.

What are you gonna do? Throw it away? Smash it? Keep looking over and over because you love pain? Or maybe someone else threw theirs away, and you're the one that found it. You really, really want to look. Invasive, maybe, but your curiosity is killing you. Just a peek...

This is a mini version of our Bad End event this month.]

L O V E

SCENARIO THREE: VISIT ME AND EXPLAIN YOUR PASSIONS
[You know that totally inconsequential hobby? The one that you love? Or maybe your favorite TV show or comic book? Wouldn't it be great if you had someone to talk to about it? Someone who would listen patiently while you explain the family tree from that obscure fantasy novel you reread every year?

Well, wait no longer! Your time is now! The moment you make eye contact with someone, you'll know they want to listen to you explain your obsession. They've just been waiting and hoping you'll come along and educate them! So go to town, buddy, tell them all about your waifu.

Or maybe a stranger just walked up to you and started talking about their favorite knitting pattern. That's... cool. Are you gonna interrupt them? Walk away? Get into an argument about how your favorite knitting pattern is so much better? Now's the time to show your passion, or possibly your complete disinterest! Go for it!]

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[aroundthecoroner]

[At first Michael kind of glances from side to side, making sure this... kid, is actually talking to him. Which appears to be true. Boy, this sure is awkward. He super doesn't want it.]

Um... okay? [He holds up his hands kind of defensively.] I'll... be sure to keep that in mind...

[But wait a second-] How would cookies make bad things not happen, though?

[demonsional]

[Hayden blinks up at Michael in clear confusion. He murmurs an indecisive noise and shifts around--twiddling his fingers.]

Because nobody can do a hurt when they are eating a cookie! I think that would definitely be impossible!

[They're the taste of happy, Michael.]

[aroundthecoroner]

[Wh-]

I don't know if that's how that works. And what if they just did the bad thing after they finished the cookie?

[Enjoy that pessimism, friend.]

[demonsional]

That's why they keep eating the cookies!

[He's small but he is wise, Michael.]

And then eventually when there are no more cookies, if they still want to do a bad thing they will be too tired because they are full of cookies!

[aroundthecoroner]

[??? what even ???]

Okay, let's back up a second. Why is this happening?

[demonsional]

I don't have all the answers mister I just know that everyone needs to know about cookies right now!

[At least he's honest.]

[aroundthecoroner]

[Michael sighs.]

Okay, well. Go, I guess. Continue. Or was that it?

[demonsional]

[Hayden looks around him. He scratches the top of his head, scrunching his nose.]

I like all kind of cookies but I think I like the crunchy kind a bit better than the soft ones because the sound is really nice. But people get mad at me when I leave crumbs all over the place. Crumbs aren't nice when they fall into important envelopes, so keep your cookies away from your envelopes.

[aroundthecoroner]

[F a s c i n a t i n g .]

Uh huh. Noted. [But now he has another question.] How old are you, anyway?

[demonsional]

I dunno.

[The question makes him forget about cookies, at least for a moment.]

I think I will be one hundred and thirty soon.

[aroundthecoroner]

[That... can't be right. But more importantly, that's way too old for this weird cookie nonsense.]

Are you... sure about that? A hundred and thirty what?

[demonsional]

I think I'm sure! I am pretty sure that I am sure, sir! But my years are probably different than your years and I'm not good at maths or numbers, sorry!

[I'm sorry Michael, he doesn't seem to have any intention of leaving you alone at this point.]

[aroundthecoroner]

Well... how long are your years?

[And why is Michael trying to figure this out, even? It is a mystery.]

[demonsional]

Time is just a construct utilized in the realm of mortality.

[Okay "I love cookies" child.]

1/2

[aroundthecoroner]

2/2

[aroundthecoroner]

I mean. I guess? Are you okay?

[demonsional]

Yes I am great thank you for asking, sir! I would be better with cookies! What kind of cookies do you like the best and do you like to drink milk with your cookies?

[He seems to have completely snapped out of what cryptic reality he just went to. It's fine, he probably just overheard that from somewhere and decided to repeat it.

[aroundthecoroner]

[0k]

Uh. Oreos. And yes.

[Is this child some kind of... cookie... goblin???]

[demonsional]

That's a good choice! Those are very tasty!

[Not that he actually eats cookies all that often considering he just kind of finds what he can and sometimes they're all stale ad sad.]

I hope that we can eat lots of cookies down here! Do you think that is possible? I want to go to a place where cookies are baked in an oven!

[aroundthecoroner]

Well, there isn't a bakery down here.

[That he knows of?]

And I haven't seen any cookies. But there's weird fruit? And monsters.

[demonsional]

[Looking the serious he's ever looked, Hayden stares Michael directly in the eye. No blinking.]

Tell me about the weird fruit.

[aroundthecoroner]

[Whoa, okay. Chill, child.]

It's in the orchard. I guess Sorrow made it? The fruit doesn't taste like it looks, and the textures are all off.

It's probably safe, though.

[Probably. Please blink now.]

[demonsional]

What does it taste like! I want to know! Please tell me sir, and how can I get to the orchard!

[Maybe if you tell him he'll leave you alone. He's clearly very passionate about food of all kinds. At least Hayden does start blinking again, so that's something!]

[aroundthecoroner]

[Thank god for the blinking. Michael doesn't know his way around all that great yet, but he did take a picture of the map painted on one of the walls around town.]

Uh, here.

[He shows Hayden his phone.]

Here's where we are, and here's the orchard. Across the river.

[demonsional]

[I hope you were ready to have your personal space invaded even further, Michael, because Hayden practically tries to climb up him in order to get a very close look at the phone. A too close look really.]

I don't know how to swim! Is there a way across?