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test drive meme # 25
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 October 25th, and apps are open November 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: THEY'RE GOOD DOGS BRENT
[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.
It looks like this time the Door is going for something very literally evil. This time, you get to play with some hell hounds, from various exciting places but in this case the Forgotten Realms tabletop setting.
Hell hounds are dog-shaped creatures, but you know... just a little bigger than normal. Or maybe a lot. They've also got glowing red eyes and smoke coming out of their mouths, because of course they do. They like to hunt in packs, and particularly enjoy surrounding a vulnerable target and breathing fire at it. Or biting. Whatever works! Yay, dogs!]
D E L I G H T
SCENARIO TWO: A SONG IN YOUR HEART
[It's a beautiful day, a beautiful morning, and on a day like this, all you want to do is sing! Okay, maybe you don't normally, but you sure do today. It seems like every moment calls for a new song, every little bump in the road can be paved over by singing about it. Even if you're upset or sad - well, a ballad is sure to make you feel better!
So let it all out, sing your heart out, and maybe throw in a dance number or two. Or maybe someone else is singing to you - a love confession? A song of thanks for all you've done? A catchy little ditty about how annoying it is that you always use up all the hot water? The sky's the limit!
Then again, maybe you're the one person not singing. Maybe you've managed to resist the urge, and think everyone else is absolutely bonkers. Go ahead, stare at them in horror as they serenade you. We're sure they won't be offended!]
C O M B I N A T I O N
SCENARIO THREE: BRING ME A DREAM
[You fell into a deep sleep the moment you laid your head down tonight - even if you don't usually sleep. And now you're dreaming, as would be expected. But this dream seems more vivid in some way, suffused with emotion. It could be a frightening dream, an angry one, a sad one. One full of hope, or a dream of the one you love, or a happy memory. Maybe it's just a confusing or calming dream - but whatever it is, it's soaking in that particular emotion.
And you aren't the only one there. Someone's come to visit your dream - they could be a stranger or a friend, or even an enemy. You can't shut them out, and you can't choose who they are. They'll be there with you in that dream, experiencing it. Unless, of course, you're the visitor, and you're in someone else's dream. Enjoy the show, if you can.
This is a mini version of our Dreamwalker event this month.]
Fear
[A rope that seems to be made from many, many ivy vines braided together falls down from above, the tail end unfurling just a few feet from Barry's shoulders. There are even a few knots on this particular rope. It's clearly well-made for what it is.
Up above in the tree behind him, tying the loose end in a complex but effective knot on a large branch, stands a little boy. His puff of hair seems to have a few loose leaves in it, and his hoodie seems to have some rocks in his front pocket. Possibly he's been using it as ammunition against the dogs.]
Better hurry the hell up before those fucking dogs barbecue you to death. I wouldn't stay down there if I were you.
[At least the kid is polite enough to climb to a higher branch to give Barry some room...?]
Barry Bluejeans AKA Neil, Sr.
Is that... a child? The voice is certainly that of a very young man. And while he initially bristles at the language, Barry is quick to recognize that the boy is right. The hounds are closing in. Hopefully they can't climb.]
Th-Think it'll hold? [He says as he grabs on and just starts climbing, the branch and him both groaning and complaining from the weight of a heavyset adult male struggling to lift himself. Rope climbing was always his least favorite part of Institute boot camp.
The rope is structurally sound however, clearly expertly crafted, and Barry somehow manages to pull himself the rest of the way up, panting and fumbling to right himself on the branch. The dogs bark and snap their jaws, clawing at the tree trunk, but do not follow.]
Th-Thank you... [He looks up at the boy seated above him.] What-- What are you doing out here? It's not safe...
you're lucky he can't reach your underwear to give you a wedgie, ya NERD
[The boy dusts off his blue hoodie and even bluer jeans before sitting cross-legged on the branch above, scowling down at the dogs below. He pulls a palm-sized rock out of his hoodie pocket and throws it down at one of the dogs below. He pumps his fist in the air when he hears a yelp from down below.] Score!
I lost track of time and stayed out here after dark. Then those dipshits started chasing me. Managed to corner me under this tree, though. There's a lot of them out there. Thankfully the wood's too green and wet to set fire without gasoline or something, so we should be safe up here until morning... or until somebody comes to rescue us.
[He just gives Barry a shrug at the little admonishment.] Neither is trusting a boy you've just met with your life, but that didn't seem to stop you. Hey, while you're down there, think you can pull the rope back up? I was going to make a rope bridge to move around, but I ran out of vine.
well that's just straight up not kosher, my dude
O-Oh. Yeah, 'course. [He's quick to pull the vine rope up and out of the way from the hounds biting and swiping up at them, and as he hands the child the end of the rope, Barry reflects on his words. The boy is... making a lot of sense. Clearly he's spent a lot of time in nature, enough to reach sound conclusions on the level of danger and how to keep himself alive. He's resourceful, managing to arm himself, braid ropes, squirrel away into a tree and out of harm's way. And he literally did just save his life.
Barry almost can't believe this child might get him out of here alive. Almost. Stranger things have happened.]
Y'need more vines for that bridge? I, uh... I might be able to help with that. [Now that he's in the relative safety of the tree, Barry pulls his wand out of his robes and scans the surrounding area for trees thick with vines. There are plenty within the radius of the spell. He conjures a spectral hand in the air then, ghostly and luminous, and sends the Mage Hand floating over to the nearest tree to start ripping off long coils of vines and bringing them back.] How many d'ya need?
well, you don't have the 1973 farmer's almanac on tape. you get a pass
Max takes the rope without saying a word, bundling it up and holding it over his shoulder like a bandolier. With all of the time he's spent at Camp Campbell, infiltrating into and out of dangerous situations is the least of his skills - underwater basket weaving camp and visual comedy camp aside, he's learned quite a few things about wilderness survival, from knot-tying and rope-climbing to fire-starting and creating improvised weaponry.
... although he's still not sure precisely what he was supposed to learn from the Quartermaster that one time. Something about becoming the squirrel king? Whatever.]
Dude, it's not worth it. Waiting it out's our only option. Even if you went back down there, those monsters would just chase after you, and-- uhhhhhhhhh... the fuck is that?
[Max stares at the wand and the hand it creates with no small amount of apprehension, instinctively pressing his back against the tree's trunk. Fucking magic? Really? Could this night get any worse?]
Is that... yours? Are you moving it?
no subject
At least the boy's first encounter with magic wasn't a black, crackling beam of necrotic energy sucking the life force out of a vicious beast. That. Would have been unfortunate.]
Uh... Yeah. [Barry wiggles his wand a little bit, and the hand waves at the boy.] Yeah, it's... it's mine. It's fine, okay? Look, totally harmless. [Another swish of his wand, directing the Mage Hand to shake Barry's own and then tousle his thinning hair, leaving it undamaged if a little messy. He sends it over to the neighboring tree then, to gather more vines before the spell's duration ends.]
Didn't mean t'spook ya. Kinda on a timelimit with this thing, you just, uh, tell me how much rope ya need and I'll... try and keep those things down there at bay while y'work.
no subject
Totally harmless. R-right. [He keeps an eye on it and on Barry, but Barry seems more interested in getting out of this tree than hurting him, so he relaxes slightly... but he still gives a nervous flick of his eyes to the Mage Hand every so often.]
The more you can get, the better, but I can make at least one more rope out of what you've already grabbed. Just... just bring it up here, I guess, and I'll get to work saving your ass.
no subject
Even in a strange, unfamiliar place, Barry can't escape the echoes of his family.]
Y'got it. More comin' up. [A minute really isn't a whole lot of time when you're in the thick of it, and Barry manages to grasp two more handfuls of vines before the Mage Hand starts dissipating. He balances precariously on the branch then, grabbing hold of the branch above for support as he starts lifting the heavy ropes up to where the boy is sitting, so he can start braiding.]
Shout if y'need any more, okay? I'll try thinnin' the herd a little in the meantime, y'just holler. [And so begins the process of firing off spells at the hounds clawing at the trunk of the tree, one by one, slow and arduous as he charges each spell and focuses on not missing. Magic Missile, Inflict Wounds, Blight, all while keeping himself between the dogs and the kid above him. If they start spewing fire up at them, he'll shield the kid from as much as he can.]