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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1. S O S

[Soaked from head to toe, heart still racing from being shot at and diving into the ocean, Sam stands up quickly when he arrives, catching his breath and looking around. He lets out a small, relieved chuckle, the adrenaline of the previous situation starting to diminish as he realizes he’s no longer in danger of being caught in the crossfire of a bunch of mercenaries.]

Hey, Nathan? Victor! Anyone out the—

[Then he hears it: footsteps that are too big and that make the ground tremble. Sam turns around, and when he sees the titan, any potential relief he might have felt is gone completely.]

Holy shit!

[Is all he says before he bolts towards the nearest building. This is definitely not Scotland anymore.]

2a.Prepare for total domination

[The feeling of a gun in his hand is oddly comforting, even if it is a paintball gun. Honestly, where was this when those Titans were after him? Taking cover behind a tree, Sam shoots at anyone who comes near and seems to be playing. If he hits you, you’re greeted with a satisfied, amused chuckle. Someone is having way too much fun.]

2b. What are older brothers for?

[Eventually, Sam finds himself at the party, and settles at a table, the bottle of liquor he’s acquired as a consolation prize by his elbow. His paint covered, denim shirt is draped over the back of his chair, and his v-neck is also sporting some nice paint splatters. But despite the fact he lost, he seems pretty comfortable sitting there, cigarette dangling from his mouth, animatedly recounting a story about the one and only, Nathan Drake to anyone who will listen.]

So, it's the grand finale, right? And Nathan's building up to pull the rat out, only we don't know it's escaped. And just when he's about to say the magic words, one of the nuns screams in the back, and the rat--the rat goes scurrying across the room!

3. This is worse than prison

[Yeah, that sure is one Sam Drake sporting those suspender sweats like a miserable pro. If you encounter him, you’ll get a LOOK and a surly:]

Don’t.

[Elena was planning on going about her business and mercifully ignoring the guy in the suspender...somethings...but then eye contact had been made and she'd made a face. No one should blame her for it.]

Sorry. But you look ridiculous.

[Initial eye contact had been made because Sam almost did a double take. He had seen pictures of Elena Fisher before, thanks to Nathan and some time spent on the internet, but actually seeing her in person, here of all places, is enough to get him to stare a little.

That is until she made a face and he remembered what he was wearing. This is not how he imagined meeting his sister-in-law. At her comment, Sam's eyebrows shoot up in mock surprise and he shifts to face her a little more.]

Oh, really? You think it's--I don't know, suspenders and sweats? Think it's gonna be all the rage soon.

[Over his dead body. He sounds just as uncomfortable as he feels, and he even looks down, grabbing the fabric of the shorts and stretching it out a little.]

I mean who the hell even thought this was a good idea?

Someone who likes laughing at poor innocent people who don't want to be on this particular cutting edge of fashion.

[What sort of god would that be? Schadenfreude, maybe? That's an emotion, it could count.]

Sorry, I keep trying to be done laughing at you, but... [Another little snicker comes out.] You want some guidance to the nearest busted-up clothing store to rifle through?

I'm Elena, by the way.

[There's an elf stalking about the party, a little pink-cheeked and tipsy, her crop top and long braid also artfully splattered with multi-color paint. Lup is making a beeline for the dance floor, ready to grab whoever catches her eye first and drag them out with her, when she hears an unfamiliar voice saying the name of someone she's very familiar with. She's only met the one Nathan in Hadriel. It's easy to assume it has to be the same guy.

Lup pauses mid-step to turn back to the table that the man is seated at. She leans in next to Sam, right in front of someone else who was listening to his story, her braid falling to block their view of the storyteller, as she rudely inserts herself into the conversation.]

We telling Natey Drake stories over here? Cause I am so about that.

[Nothing brings people together like embarrassing younger brother stories. Sam is in the middle of taking a swig from that bottle by his elbow when someone (an elf??) squeezes their way in and leans a little too close. Sam in turns leans back in his chair a little, eyebrows raised at the intrusion, but clearly amused. He even chokes a little on his drink from laughter.]

Woah, woah woah, Natey Drake? [He laughs and coughs a little more to clear his throat.] Ah, that's good. I'm going to have to remember that. Natey Drake...

[He chuckles again. Boy, to see Nathan's face when he calls him that in the future.

Wait--]

Nathan's here?

[Lup's grin just tugs wider as the man suddenly chokes on his drink, her amusement curling around her smile. Without pause, she turns to the person behind her and makes a quick shooing motion with her hand. Surprisingly, the man hops to his feet, letting the elf plop into his chair instead, where she turns right back to Sam, as if nothing's happened.

Something tells her that Nate is definitely not going to be pleased with that nickname getting out, but that's a future Lup problem.]

Well sure, how the hell else would I know him? We're not from th-- [Oh. She blinks, the realization quickly settling in.] Shit, you're from his home, aren't you? Huh. I'm kind of surprised you didn't see us out there. [She gestures vaguely to the dance floor behind them.] He was carrying me and my brother around on his shoulders.

[There are things in Nate's life that he doesn't really expect, largely because the possibilities do not occur to him, or because they seem statistically improbable (this is not to say he really understands statistics, only that even if he did, he'd wager his very existence was an improbability). Settling down to live in a - to be fair,
historic - suburb, being one. Taking on a regular job with regular people who don't get shot at (on the regular) being another. His older brother coming back from the dead.

Here, now: seeing Sam Drake spattered with paint in the middle of Hadriel's consolation party, wearing the clothes he'd had on when they were in Scotland. When Nate saw him last.

His excitement is not tempered by reality but by relief, moving quickly through the throng toward the tall figure lighting up another cigarette at the edge of the crowd. Clearly taking a quick break from indulging his need to be the center of attention.]

Sam!

[Nate grabs his bicep, staring in a way not too dissimilar from the expression he'd worn in his office, that day in New Orleans.]

Holy shit, you're here!

[It is then that, realizing the implications, his tone shifts into something more self-aware.]

...holy shit, you're here.

[Sam has always been good at making friends, but it can still be lonely in a crowd of strangers, in a place he doesn't know anything about. He would be lying if he said he wasn't a little disappointed to be here. Being kidnapped aside, he's pretty sure Avery did not hide any of his treasure in this place, and he hasn't seen Victor or Nathan yet, which makes him wonder if they're even here. From one prison to another, he thinks, blowing out a cloud of smoke into the crowd.

Then he hears his name, coming from an all too familiar voice. Sam's eyes frantically scan the crowd until he sees his younger brother, already making a beeline in his direction.]

Nathan!

[Sam strides to meet him, clapping him on the shoulder once they meet, the cigarette between two fingers in his other hand. He looks him over quickly from head to toe, as if to make sure he's really there.]

Jesus, you all right?

[And then there's a shift, and Sam's energy drops as well.]

Oh, no, please, don't get too excited.

[He steps back and shrugs his shoulders, giving him an incredulous look that says what the fuck?]

[Sam looks well; as well as he can look after what Nate remembers they went through, Hell and back and one demolished cathedral later. Clearly structural integrity had never been a key component of Henry Avery's legacy.]

No, I am, I am.

[Nate insists, cracking a crooked smile. As fraught as his self-inflicted situation is, it's good to see his older brother again. It's good to know he's safe, and not drowning in the Hebrides or getting several new holes put in him by Nadine Ross' team of trigger-happy mercenaries.]

And I'm good, yeah. [He shoves one of Sam's shoulders for reassurance.] Just...surprised. How long you been here?

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Test Drive Meme #24

Sam Drake | Uncharted

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2b -- Did someone say Nathan Drake

You've heard of Nathan Drake, but have you heard of Nate the Great

nah, sounds fake

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