Test Drive Meme #24

[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 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!]

Comments

Julie Grigio | Warm Bodies

[redwinekindofgirl]

i. SCENARIO ONE: TITAN TERRORS

[Julie had fallen asleep that night with a knot of guilt in her stomach and the image of R's retreating back as he trustingly headed out to carry out the task she'd set him on. She'd waited, until he'd moved out of sight, then she'd jumped into the car and started the engine, praying that the gas in the tank would be enough to get her to the stadium.

She couldn't take him back there. No one would listen. They'd just kill him.

Julie wakes up on her side, on hard ground, and thinks for a moment that she might have fallen out of bed. Funny, she hadn't fallen out of bed in years. She opens her eyes and focuses muzzily on the nearest object--

A foot. A massive foot.]

Oh my God-- [She gasps out, scrambling away. I'm dreaming. I must be dreaming. She might be dreaming, but it does nothing to alter the urgency she feels about getting away from that thing as quickly as possible.

Still in her nightclothes, she runs for the nearest thing that might serve as cover and ducks behind it, breathing hard.]

Oh my God, shit, what is that?!

ii. SCENARIO TWO: PAINTBALL ROYALE

[A paintball gun. She knows paintball guns, and guns in general, and quickly gets the idea. A good number of people fall to her shots before she gets hit herself, but waking up in the middle of a party isn't the most disappointing thing that's ever happened to her.

The food is good, and do you have any idea how long it's been since she had cake, or anything sweet?

If you don't run into her walking around, she can be found seated at a table with two plates piled high with food - everything she knows she's missed and some things that are entirely new. This girl can put food away like nobody's business, but she might just take a moment to talk to you if you can manage to distract her.]

iii. WILDCARD

[Try anything!]

[hardwearing]

[ By all rights Wash should have dominated at paintball. But somehow a pellet he thought he'd dodged swung around and hit him in the back (seriously what the fuck, the wind can't do that) and despite the fact that his armor can deflect bullets, a paintball took him out. So now he's at the party, and... despite himself, he's gotten hungry. And there's a ton of food. So he makes himself a plate and looks for a place to sit. He could camp out in some corner by himself, but spots a free seat across from a blond girl with multiple plates, so he might as well be civilized and use a chair. ]

Can I sit here?

[ His voice is muffled since despite the plate in his hand, he's still wearing his helmet. Don't worry, he'll take if off to eat this time. ]

[redwinekindofgirl]

Uhm.

[She's part-way through putting half of what looks like a miniature swiss roll into her mouth when he approaches her, and she doesn't even try to hide the way she stares before she slowly nods once, struggling through the cake to swallow it and add--] Yeah, sure.

[She's still looking at him as he sits down.]

That's a whole lot of armour.

[hardwearing]

Yeah... didn't do me any good earlier, though.

[ He sits -- and luckily the chair holds his weight -- and pulls off his helmet, revealing a tired looking man with rumpled dirty blond hair. He eyes her plates. ]

You were hungry, huh?

[redwinekindofgirl]

[Oh, hello.

She looks down at the plates in front of her and grins, waving the hand still holding half of the cake she's already had to force herself to swallow.]

It's hard to explain, but I haven't been able to eat food like this in forever.

[Rations only hold you over for so long. If they had greasy fast food burgers here you bet she'd be all over them, too.]

[hardwearing]

Neither have I, actually...

[ He just didn't want to seem like he was enjoying this party too much. Or to take food away for someone else. He's been surviving on mess food and then MREs and then tight rations for. A very, very, very long time. ]

Not since my last shore leave, anyway.

[redwinekindofgirl]

[Julie looks down again, then pushes the plate full of cake until it sits half way between them on the table. She's hungry and nostalgic, but not greedy, and she probably can't finish as much as she picked up on her own without being sick.]

Have some.

[The second half of the mini roll goes into her mouth, and she rubs the tips of her fingers against her thumbs in a vague attempt to rid them of the sticky feeling that the sugar left behind.]

Are you a soldier?

[hardwearing]

[ Wash hesitates a little, then lifts his fork in an armored hand and takes a bite of her cake. It's... really really good. When was the last time he had cake? Since Freelancer, definitely, but he can't pinpoint when the last off-ship birthday was. ]

That's great, fuck.

[ He'll go back to his own plate now, though, because manners. ]

How could you tell?

[ It's a joke. He's in combat armor and armed to the teeth, there's no mistaking it. ]

[redwinekindofgirl]

'Shore leave'.

[She lets him have at the cake, and falls to the plate of savoury treats that she picked up instead. Something that looks like chicken on a stick is carefully examined, and put to one side in favour of vegetables wrapped in a crispy pastry.]

Only military call it that. ... My dad's a soldier, too.

[Her lively expression falls away slightly as she mentions him, but jumps back up immediately in the next moment.]

And, you know, the armour, the weapons. Dead giveaway.

[hardwearing]

Yeah, all of that. You got me.

[ Unlike Julie he goes straight for the meat on his plate, because it looks like it's real and that's exciting. What he wouldn't give for a good steak.... chicken skewers will do, though, and with the first bite he struggles to eat like a human and not just start shoveling the food in ravenously.

He'll go back to the cake after though, if she's still sharing. And then he realizes he hasn't introduced himself but already knows she has daddy issues. ]

So... what's your name?

[ He can socialize. He remembers how. Really. ]

[redwinekindofgirl]

Julie.

[It's okay, Julie isn't so amazing with the socialising thing either. That kind of thing went out of the window when her mother died and her father turned into someone that she didn't recognise anymore. When her whole life turned into proving herself, without really knowing who she was doing it for.

She turns the spring roll (?) around towards herself and picks out the insides, popping each piece into her mouth.]

Julie Grigio. But I prefer Cabernet.

[hardwearing]

[ That's a wine, isn't it? Oh. They both are. He gets it, he sees what she did there. It's actually pretty funny. He doesn't laugh because what is laughing, but his smile broadens a little in acknowledgment of it. It feels strange on his face. Usually the only jokes he heard were Tucker's terrible sex ones, which didn't really appeal to Wash. And the rest of his life... wasn't smile-conducive.

He puts a vegetable that's fresh enough it actually crunches into his mouth and tries not to think about where the food came from. ]

I'm Washington.

[redwinekindofgirl]

[She sees that smile, and her lips press together even as they curl up at the edges. Ah yes, it is a fine joke, even if it's only half of one.

She's always been more of a red wine kind of girl. One day, she'll change her name officially.]

Washington, huh. [Her eyebrows go up, her expression curious.] No first name? Oooor. [Her hand comes up, and does a little tilt to one side.] No second name?

2!

[wantsnudes]

[This scrawny-looking teenager has also been consuming his weight in food, since getting to eat like this is a rarity. Without asking, he invites himself to sit opposite Julie with his own plate full, but for some reason has the most forlorn-looking expression on his face.]

You took the last of the spring rolls...

[The hurt, the betrayal. He doesn't even know who she is, but he's going to let her know he's sad about it nonetheless.]

[redwinekindofgirl]

Huh, did I?

[When a stranger walks up to you and accuses you of eating the last of something when there's plenty of everything else, what do you do? Well, what Julie does is shrug, and take a bite of the flapjack-looking-thing that she currently has in her hand.]

Too bad.

[wantsnudes]

To say it so unapologetically... I wonder if perhaps you're the one who shot me as well...?

[He has literally no evidence for this and is just being melodramatic. Feel free to ignore him.]

My ambitions for both creative innovation and lunch have been cruelly shot down, one after another.

[redwinekindofgirl]

Might've been. Don't recognise you.

[But hey, she might have shot him. It was all in good fun and nobody's dead, so she internally rolls her eyes at the dramatics.]

Is this your usual approach for a first impression? Because I gotta tell you, it needs some work.

[wantsnudes]

[He's taken aback.]

What? My intent was only to ask you about the food, not to make any kind of impression.

[redwinekindofgirl]

But you didn't ask me about the food.

[She doesn't remember a question there, only a complaint that she took the last of the spring rolls... which was a little bit rude, come to think of it. Who even does that?]

And you always make an impression when you talk to someone.

[wantsnudes]

[It was definitely more of a complaint, if not an outright accusation, but he's not about to say as much.]

Admitting you might have shot me unconscious is not a very favourable first impression to make either, you know.

[He says, disgruntled, as he helps himself to some breadsticks from his plate.]

[redwinekindofgirl]

You didn't die, did you? What are you complaining about?

[Come on, live a little. She picks up something that looks like a chicken skewer from her plate and bites off half of the topmost chunk.]

All's fair in paintball, except headshots.

[wantsnudes]

[That just makes him run a hand through his hair, as if genuinely concerned she might have headshot him. He doesn't find any paint, at least.]

I'm complaining because I was in the midst of producing art! Whoever shot me had no consideration for that at all.

[redwinekindofgirl]

It's not really that smart to do that kind of thing while people are shooting guns around you.

[Julie points out wryly. It's not too smart to do much of anything while people are shooting guns around you, but why would you want to be 'producing art' at a time like that.]

What were you even doing?

[wantsnudes]

I was using the discarded paintball guns I had found as a way of experimenting with a new medium. It was a far better use of my time than participating in a pointless game.

[Even if the free food makes up for the pointlessness. Chomps a croquette angrily!!]

[redwinekindofgirl]

Maybe you should have waited for it to be over.

[Julie puts another morsel of food into her mouth and lifts her eyebrows slightly, not taking any of his peculiar attitude even for a moment.]

You really thought no one would shoot you?