dankmemes | Test Drive Meme #24

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 September 24th, and apps are open October 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: TITAN TERRORS
[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.

In this case, the monster behind you may as well be the monster above you. No, not anything flying overhead, but the freakishly giant nude monsters hellbent on shoving your crunchy body into their mouths and chowing down.

Titans are large humanlike creatures who have superior strength, though more limited intelligence. Much like zombies, they desire only to devour all of the humans in their vicinity and will use any tools at their disposal to do so. Get your steel guitars ready and get pumped, because sie sind das essen und wir sind die jager!!!]

R A G E

SCENARIO TWO: PAINTBALL ROYALE
[You've got a gun.

Okay, it's not a real gun- it's actually a paintball gun, which seems to knock people unconscious when you hit them. That's a pretty sweet deal! Except, you really want to be the last one standing, and you'll knock out countless people to do it. Every fight feels like life or death, whether you're waiting in the shadows to get the drop on someone or spraying paint all across the open streets in the fain hopes that you might get a tag or two.

Either way, if you lose, you'll find yourself waking up in a party! That's not so bad, right? It's a giant gathering of all the paint-covered losers in the city, with free food and drinks and a distribution of excellent prizes. What did you win? Fight your friends, but not in the dark and trauma-y way, and be the next winner of our Hadriel death (not really) match!

This is a mini version of our Party Royale event this month.]

C O N F U S I O N

SCENARIO THREE: WALK WALK FASHION BABY
[Your trusty leather jacket is gone. So are your worn and torn jeans, all your summer dresses, your boots and high tops and heels. Suddenly, nothing is where you expect it to be, not even that load of clothes that you've left in the laundry for the past few weeks (oops). In the stead of all of your beloved duds, you find some stuff that... might be a little questionable.

Whether you were the lucky recipient of the hand shawl, the face skirt, the suspender sweats or some other wild atrocity, you'll be sure to have some fun trying to maneuver around the city in your weird, cumbersome outfits. At least you don't look as silly as that guy over there in the sea urchin costume!]

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( The only thing that's really kind of disappointing about waking up at the party is the fact that the thing lying next to her is a (pretty cute) yellow leather jacket, rather than a tub of sorely needed hair dye. Currently, her hair is 90% blonde, 5% root and 5% a tinge of pink. It sort of sucks.

Priorities. Everyone has them.

But there's no more paint on her clothes and despite the ache of her ribs from the shot which took her out, Kate's in a better mood than usual. Not that such a thing should ever be considered a lofty standard, but when you've been in an underground murdercave for fuck knows how long- well.

And, with a bottle of beer snatched up from one of the tables in hand, she's also looking for something to nibble on, to replenish all the energy lost from running around shooting up people. Which is all fine and good except- )

Mind if I cut in?

( There's some giant ass motherfucker crowding the place. )

( well excUUUUUUSE US for being in the way, madam, we weren't aware that a slightly-pink jelly bean holding a bottle of beer would be making her way over anytime soon. naturally, it goes without saying that he has to look way down in order to meet her gaze, and he gives over the sort of grin he gives all the pretty ladies ( you know the one, this smarmy motherfucker ) as he steps back away from the table, but only after having found something he thinks might be palatable.

it's. something. a biscuit-thing. it's not noodles and that is the only thing that matters. ) Be my guest. ( let it never be said that he isn't a near-perfect gentleman when it counts. always be nice to the ladies. ) Was I in the way?

( you asshole, you know you were. you're a freaking mountain. )

( Wow, rude. Just because ~~cup noodles~~ milk did your body too much good, Mr. Behemoth. And sit down, Gladio, she's a decade older than you. But, with the table finally free of a roadblock, she's just going to grab... let's see. Kate's probably even more discerning than Gladio looking for cup noodles right now. But that's what you get when you live in a murdercave of questionably sourced food.

Eventually - and we do mean eventually - she picks up some sort of bite-sized pastry, after first splitting it open and looking at the contents. )

Aye.

( Why be anything other than blunt in your answer? )

Tryin' to guard th' food or summat?

( Okay, and maybe a bit snarky. But at least she doesn't stand in front of the table so other people can eat if they want to. )

( she could be more than a decade older than him and he would still act the same, but. that's of no real consequence, is it? it's not like he can just turn that charm off with the flip of a switch, but for the sake of everything not catching fire this early in the game, he'll try to tone it down a little.

and well. considering the company he tends to keep the answer she gives isn't one that he's unfamiliar with — or rather its delivery isn't the sort of thing he's unfamiliar with, because try asking a bored and tired prince anything at all and if you get anything more than a monosyllabic response, the world might just be ending. still. hm. ) Not guardin', no. Lookin' for somethin' specific more like. ( there's a pause and he folds his arms over his chest. )

Pretty slim pickin' here, if you ask me. ( gladio, it's fucking free food. don't be an ass. )

( At the very least, he might be able to charm his way into some stories about Ignis in a world that never really existed but still plays on the edges of her memories. Who knows. But for now, we'll just concentrate on the food, hmm? Which, to be honest, and with a look back at the table- )

Most choice I've seen in months.

( Welcome to the murdercave, Gladio, where the food's made up and sometimes soylent green. )

Edited 2017-09-25 19:35 (UTC)

Test Drive Meme #24

party.

let the disaster begin

we haven't set fire to the cave in a long time

it's about time for it to happen again, clearly

d u h