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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I can't say I have either.... [Austria's seen some pretty weird things in his 1000 years of life. Nothing quite of this magnitude however.]

...

I don't suppose we have the time to alter their palettes to something aside from ourselves. [A nice... incredibly large torte perhaps?]

Uh.

[???]

How would we do that? It's not like we're swimming in resources. Unless these guys would rather eat, like, rocks.

[He gestures around them. There is rubble aplenty.]

[Nein. That won't work. Even Austria would agree that he tastes better than some rubble.]

I don't seem to have any ideas then.

[He looks at Newt expectantly. Your turn.]

Amazing. Thanks for the help, dude.

[He's grumbling, but truth be told, he's got nothing.]

Uh... We could just, y'know, make a break for it? They don't look all that intelligent. [He thinks for a moment.] If we split up, it'll confuse them.

[Or Austria can distract them while Newt escapes. Same thing.]

[That was most likely sarcasm. Which Austria is also completely capable of.] Bitte.

Making a break for it. As in. Running?

[... He'll die?

If not from the titans then definitely from the running itself?]

Yeah, as in running. [He's squinting at Austria. Are you for real?]

I don't like it either, but it's either that or wait around until these jerks leave on their own.

[He's for real.]

...

The latter sounds more reasonable.

[...You know what?]

Yeah, alright. [He drops down to sit up against the rubble instead of crouching behind it. Their hiding spot seems to have eluded the giants thus far, so it's probably fine.]

Could be here a while, though. You got cards or anything?

[Austria was expecting more push back. Or. He's generally used to more push back. Hungary and Germany would have most assuredly refuted this idea and probably would have lifted him up and run half way to the exit by now.

Are you for real?]

Oh. Ah-- nein. [Austria does pat himself down though, producing a retractable conductor's baton? Eh.]

Kreis und Kreutz? [Tic-tac-toe?]

[Newt snorts. It's not the most interesting game in the world, but it'll kill some time and all they need is some dirt to draw in, which they have in spades. Sure, why not? He kicks some rocks out of the way and draws a quick hashtag (wtf do you call the setup for this game tho) in the dust.

...Wait.]

Do you always carry that around? [He gestures at the conductor's baton.]

[A 'hash tag.' Austria would feel dated even beyond his years had Newt said that aloud.

Using the baton he'll make a circle in the first square of the 'hash tag.' He doesn't like getting his hands dirty.]

Of course. You never know when your country might need you to fill in when one spends so much time working in proximity to the great concert halls of Vienna.

[Music is important! There's a violin case propped up next to him as well... a folder of important looking government paper work less carefully stashed beside it.]

[Newt immediately draws an X in the center of the 'hash tag' because the middle is the best one? He is feeling confident about his tic-tac-toe skills. He'll notice the violin after he's done crushing it at this game.]

Vienna, huh? Cool city. I'm from Berlin. What do you do there that's got concert halls asking you to sub?

["Cool."] ...Danke.

[Not a word generally associated with things of his, but a compliment is a compliment.]

[Oh. He's one of Germany's then. That means Austria's probably in competent hands, right?]

I frequent Berlin often, I lived there myself for a period of time. [Although he's been trying to live independently on his own recently, Austria still has a room in Germany's house.] Do you still live there?

I'm. [Hm. Trying to explain the concept of nationhood under such circumstances seems rather tiresome. Also the ambience of people screaming around them seems unpleasant.] A public servant for the people of Austria. [Of sorts.]

My interest in all musical endeavors is more of a hobby of mine. [Austria takes the ninth square.]

Edited 2017-09-25 16:54 (UTC)

[Sorry in advance for disappointing you, Austria.]

Nah. My dad's still there, but I haven't been able to get back in a while. I was in the States for a long time, and I've been stationed in Hong Kong for the past five years or so.

[He misses it sometimes, though. He's lived most of his life outside of Berlin at this point.]

So you're, what, like you work in the government or something?

[Oh, right, they're playing a game. He considers his options for a moment, and then draws an X in the second square.]

[Everything is Germany's fault ultimately.]

Are you in the military then?

Something to that affect. [Austria blocks, putting his 'o' in the eighth square.] Along side the government would probably be more accurate?

I'm somewhat irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. [Even more so in the grander scheme of things.] Hence the hobbies.

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