dankmemes | Test Drive Meme #24

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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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( ＲＡＧＥ )

[ there is no way, really, that she can stay in one place for very long. there are splatters on her cheeks and her overalls from being this close to others falling victim to the balls of paint. elsa has a poor grip on her gun because, well, what she makes up for in lack of skill is a very good way to shield herself. each ice wall is temporary and not ... against the rules as far as she is concerned.

you'll probably find her slinking out of the way as one small ice shield melts into the ground as she disappears into a darkened alleyway, illuminated by that magic that always follows her.

secretly she fumbles with her gun, having been holding it the right-handed way despite her left being the stronger hand. frowning, she pushes her braid off one shoulder and tries to find a better grip. emma could do this and while she doesn't wish emma were here, she does wish she could channel a bit of that swan tenacity and skill.

or you might find her climbing up a fire escape and onto a rooftop. ( man, walking around without heels is so much easier sometimes. ) she's a quick one. try catching up to her. ]

( ＣＯＮＦＵＳＩＯＮ )

[ well, it could be worse.

as much as she would actually feel more comfortable in a dress made of ice, she suppose it could be worse, wearing a dress that looks more like a gilded birdcage, scandalously not covering very much except for the leotard underneath. the scandal of it all has her wearing her hair down and unbraided because her hair might help cover up some of those parts. and to her credit, the bits of ice she has added for embellishment and additional coverage to look quite fetching on an otherwise cumbersome .... thing.

find her staring mournfully at a storefront or attempting to sit down in front of the library. ( she will fail at it. ) ]

( well. honestly. he's seen some things in his day — some of the "fashion statements" both in insomnia and lestallum had been something, and let's not forget whatever could have passed for fashion during their little trip down ( fake ) memory lane — but if there are certain things you're kind of. not expecting to see someone dressed in, it's. a birdcage. because that is exactly what that looks like and that is exactly what he's going to call it in his head.

but only in his head. because he's pretty sure that if he so much as thinks about saying it out loud she'll smack him. or make it snow in his general direction. or just make one of those huffy sounds ( also in his general direction ) that makes him want to instantly envelope her in a bear hug and apologize.

still. he does actually find her trying to sit ( and failing miserably, mind ), and while he manages to keep his chuckling to a bare minimum, it's still probably going to get him in trouble. he'll make up for it, he promises. ) Need a hand, darlin'?

( and just what are you expecting to do to help, sir. because offering to help her out of that nonsense isn't exactly the right sort of thing to do right now. behave yourself. )

My dear...

[ seeing him again in this strange place has been a great relief to her. elsa tries to maintain an air of grace these days, especially since the first accidental excursion had nearly destroyed a town. so. none of that anymore. because with all that has happened, she has opted to take those false memories seriously when it comes to him.

the soft smile on her face is real, anyway.

but it immediately becomes something a little less soft and more annoyed as she places a hand on the back of a bench and pulls both legs up. she sits on her heels, which makes her cage ride up but. she's sitting ( and unfortunately hiding her legs ). ]

I am perfectly fine. Don't you look so amused!

( well, when you can actually control your ice walls … it makes a helluva difference. and their memories might have been fake when it comes to what they remember of each other, but they've chosen to take them as they are and make new ones as they go, and it hasn't been a mistake. couldn't possibly be one.

he watches ( still, so amused ) as she settles herself on that bench, even if it means he can't ogle her legs ( excuse you ) and ultimately sits himself down next to her with a quirked brow. ) Can't help it. That … sure is somethin'. ( really. it is. ) Somebody steal all your laundry while it was in the wash? ( because what other excuse is there for this nonsense? )

[ the wiring pushes a little too high into her armpits when she finally settles, but there is no real way to get comfortable when wearing something so stiff. so says the woman who wears ice regularly but that's her and she can bend it all to her will.

she doesn't sulk because elsa does not sulk but she does look at him a little too seriously, unamused by his amusement. ( no leg ogling for you. ) and, as expected, gladio gets a frosty huff in his direction. ] The gods are toying with me and my wardrobe.

[ even her wayward pines attire was adorable, okay. anything is better than this. she places a hand on his shoulder and shifts her weight. ]

( it's a little different when it's your ice, right? when you can effectively make it to whatever you can set your mind to. and it's certainly not an incredibly uncomfortable bird cage thing that looks about as torturous as anything like that should when being worn by an actual human being.

( which. no human being should ever wear anything like that, okay. fashion, what in the everloving hell are you doing. )

and!! gosh, that frosty huff. he's already suffering due to the lack of leg ogling ( sigh! ) but he does, at least, try to tone his amusement down to something manageable, which. for him? is a barely-contained grin that absolutely will not budge, though he does clear his throat in order to try ( keyword: try ) to keep his tone neutral. ) Ain't that the way with gods usually? ( more in the sense of they do whatever the hell they want more than mess with wardrobes specifically, but he doesn't exactly care to elaborate. ) Well … the ones I know, anyway. ( no naming names here or anything.

~~gentiana.~~

and if what comes out of his mouth next is any surprise to you at all, we would like for you to pause and reevaluate how well you think you know us. ) Want the shirt off my back? It'll cover you up a little bit, at least. ( 'cause ya know ya boy ain't gonna mind wandering about shirtless. )

[ Elsa laughs. ] I shall swim in your clothes. [ she remembers wearing his jacket before, okay. in fake high school. she drownwd in that letterman before. and his shirts. amd his hoodie.

and he earned that frosty huff! ]

I do not have experience in dealing with gods but I do know those with power beyond control. It seems ridiculous to concern oneself with the attire of others when my dresses are perfectly fine.

[ her brow wrinkles as she gets to her feet once more, struggling as she is unable to bend. her hands awkwardly reach around to find some clasp or button that keeps this together. ] I don't wish to make you indecent. [ ahahahaha. she is absolutely joking. if there is someone who knows his MO, it's elsa. ] And I would like to not undress in public.

[ Someone - or something - in Hadriel has a sense of humor. With silver hair and pale skin in additional to this... outfit, for lack of a better word, Dany is grateful that there's no sun in these caves, lest she blind anyone who passes by. And someone does pass by, near the stores in the center of the city: another woman who has been unfortunately clothed. ]

Is that something you brought with you, or were you dressed by the gods? [ Dany asks dryly, primary emotion being an exhausted amusement. ] Have you found anything... more suitable?

[ Please. Please, have found anything that is better than these. ]

[ she lifts her eyes off a strange-looking half-skirt she had been ogling – it appears as if the options are limited anyways – and turns to the other woman. ( it takes elsa a moment; she has never seen anyone paler than she. ) ] Oh, this is – [ she brushes a hand down the side of her 'cage.' ] – this is not my style, no. I fear we both have been toyed with.

[ she gestures to the odd display with a sympathetic wrinkle of her nose. ]

I haven't found anything suitable. What about you?

It isn't the first time. [ That she's been toyed with, whether in Hadriel or otherwise. The other woman seems to feel similarly, though, so Dany glances to the outfit again with a faint smile. ]

I haven't, sadly. [ She would much sooner return to the strange clothes of Qarth or the garb of the Dothraki before having to continue her days in... this. ] But, if past events are anything to learn by, things should return to normal before long.

[ They can hope, anyway... ]

I've not been here for long at all, [ elsa sighs, toying with the hem of this dress-thing before folding her hands daintily over her lap. ] I imagine things are always this unstable?

[ her life has been nothing but changes and realm hopping these past few years, her memories here and gone, her sister making sporadic appearances only for her to disappear again. a person needs stability and she is certain she won't find any of it here. ]

I am Elsa, by the way. Queen Elsa of Arendelle.

I have only been here for a few months, but... yes. I think so.

[ From what she's seen, anyway (and Dany hasn't seen the worst of it). ]

I am Daenerys, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. [ Etc., etc. ] I have never heard of Arendelle, but that is not so uncommon here. Every person has been brought from a different world, or so they say.

[ a queen to a queen! how nice. elsa smiles, reserved with tentative friendliness. ]

And I have never heard of these Seven Kingdoms, but that is nothing new. I have encountered many people from many lands of which I've never heard. [ a little head tilt. this realm hopping business is nothing new. ]

I've some experience in this, I'm afraid.

You do? [ That's something she hasn't heard before in Hadriel. ] You mean that you have been taken from your world before? And were brought -

[ Where? Not here, surely, but... to a place like it? ]

I have never left my own world, not before I woke in this Colosseum.

I've been transported – ah. Three times.

[ she would be more upset if she hadn't met the love of some fake past life in one of these worlds. ( it's a long story. ) ] Twice by magic, the second by... mysterious forces of science.

[ it sounds mad, she knows, but if daenerys has been here for a few months, she surely must understand at least part of it. ]

Three? [ ... That isn't good. ] Magic, and... 'mysterious forces of science.'

[ All at once, Dany feels like she needs to go back home and have a drink. ... Not that she has any wine in her temporary home, but - ]

Were you 'transported' alone, or with others from your world?

I realize how odd this all sounds coming from a woman wearing a shiny birdcage, [ elsa offers so reasonably, spreading her hand over her middle, feeling those intricate woven knots beneath her fingertips. ]

Well, in my experience, it has been staggered. Sometimes they remember as much as I do, and sometimes they do not. I have at least been lucky enough to be with someone who was more or less at the same time and place as my last odd adventure. Well, it was more serious than an 'adventure. It was something.

You've seen what I've been dressed in, haven't you? [ She isn't about to explain how it's faintly appropriate for her, either, because it's also ridiculous. ]

This is the first time that anything like this has ever happened to me. [ And she's seen A Lot, or so she thinks. ] But no one that I know was brought here with me.

[ She wishes, though, that someone had been. ]

I do envy how it covers more skin, [ elsa murmurs regretfully. ] Though I suppose that the grass is always greener on the other side, as they say.

[ her lips form the tiniest smile, an attempt to be friendly. funny that she is a newcomer but has some advice to offer on this matter. ]

It is difficult. In places like these, people come in and out of your life easier than you would like. I have unfortunately become accustomed to it.

You seem used to it. [ Dany confirms, peering at the other woman. She isn't sad, exactly, but... resigned. It isn't anything that the young queen wants for herself. ]

You mean that they are taken and returned without reason? And often?

In some places, they leave willingly – there is always a higher calling – but in others, they are taken away against their will. In my experience, I believe the latter is more common.

[ which, of course, does not sit well with her. she had been taken away from her second home, had her memories stripped and momentarily replaced by something that has left her utterly confused.

she touches her chin lightly. ]

Is that the case here?

I think so. [ She responds wearily. ] From what I hear, people come and go without warning. They arrive - are brought here - and leave. Are taken.

[ Without any rhyme or reason that she's heard of, anyway. ]

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Test Drive Meme #24

queen elsa of arendelle | ouat / crau

but does the caged el sing?

if gladio still remembers how to get her to sing....

if he still -- LIKE HE COULD FORGET

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