TEST DRIVE MEME #5

[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 January 25th, and apps are open February 1st.

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: HERE KITTY KITTY
[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.

Watch out as you explore the streets of Hadriel, because you're not alone, and there's always something on the rooftops watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity to separate you from your group and tear you into pieces. This time, the Door has brought in coeurls, from the video game Final Fantasy X for you meet.

These cat-like monsters can use elemental magic to attack, as well as their teeth and claws. When injured, they can cast a spell that will drain energy from their attacker and give it to them - and they are even able to temporarily petrify you. So if you decide to fight, let's hope you can finish them off quick!]


SCENARIO TWO: BURIED ALIVE
[What a wonderful day to find yourself - or a friend, or a stranger - buried six feet under. Covered in thick earth, the sturdy oak walls of the coffin trapping you in darkness, all alone. Not a soul to hear any cries of help.

Either you're in a coffin yourself, trapped, hoping for rescue, or you've got a GPS, a set of coordinates, and a shovel. Will you try to claw your way out of your possible grave, using only your bare hands and pure terror? Or will you be the one digging, hoping that down below is someone you love, waiting for you to unearth them?

Just don't take too long. Their air - your air - could run out at any moment.

This is a mini version of our Buried Alive event this month!]


R A G E

SCENARIO THREE: PET PEEVED
[Everything seems to be going just wrong enough to drive you right up the wall. Maybe your shoes keep coming untied, or you slammed your finger in the door while you were leaving the house. Maybe your friend keeps using the wrong form of 'your/you're' when they text you. Maybe that guy in the shop with you won't get off his damn phone.

Whatever it is, your day has been full of tiny annoyances, enough to leave you on edge and just about ready to explode. They're such little things, nothing that should inspire so much anger, but one after another - well, shouldn't anyone understand why you're mad?

And then someone else comes along, perfectly primed to push your buttons. Maybe they keep pronouncing your name wrong, or they won't stop staring at your scar, or they have hair just the right color to remind you of your last ex. You're already primed for a fight, and they seem just as pissed as you. What will you do?]

Comments

[quaerit]

[ Gansey stares at her. Who asks questions like that? ]

Dangerous, like a cat that wields sorcery.

[ He points, automatically stepping back. ]

Don't say I didn't warn you.

[ He does not, in fact, stand behind her. While Gansey has no intention of trying to fight spellcrafting demon felines, he's not going to put this woman in between him and said demon cat. He has more mettle in him than that. Instead he steps off to the side, trying to divide its attention between them. ]

Here, Kitty. Leave the lady alone, that's it.

[ He glances up at her. ]

Why aren't you running?

[hedgings]

[ The comparison was apt.

She watches him with wanton curiosity as he steps to the side and calls to the cat. She raises an eyebrow ever so slightly. "The lady."

When it's clear the cat means to take the bait, Julia sighs. She twists her fingers in curved and twisted positions as she let words of another language fall from her lips. Turkish? Maybe? It was hard to tell.

From her hands burst her own kind of fire. A ball of flames that spat at the earth between the cat and the boy. She still looked calmly as she addressed Gansey. ]

I said to get behind me.

Unless you have spells of your own?

[quaerit]

[ That is not what Gansey expected. His head flashes up, his eyes zeroing in on her hands.

Richard Gansey has, by now, seen quite a lot of magic in his life. He has seen it do miraculous things in many different ways. But this? This is different to anything he's ever seen. She's called forth something primal, something immediately visible with no requirement for faith to be involved.

Incredible.

The cat hisses and turns back to her, and at this point he realizes it's still an issue. He drops back, immediately coming behind her. He's not entirely sure, but he doesn't think the code of chivalry applies to witches in the process of saving your life. ]

So sorry. I didn't actually realize there'd be a wall of fire. You might consider warning people first, it only seems polite.

[ But from his tone, it's clear that he's not offended at all. He's more interested than that. Much more interested. ]

That said, do feel free to do it again should the urge occur.

[hedgings]

I told you to get behind me. [ It's a statement of fact. No gloating. No remorse. Listen to her next time.

She lets herself fall between the cat and the boy. The cat is pacing her warily now. It wants nothing to do with that fire, but everything to do with eating them. Yet again, her hand twists in ways they shouldn't, fire strikes between them again. It's meant as a threat this time. ]

Scat! [ She shouts at the thing. She'd like to no more. But not now kitty. She has a mouse to protect. Scat, cat. This time her hands move and the words shift just slightly, a wall of fire coming between them and the cat finally. ]

We should go before it decides. We may not like the decision.

[quaerit]

[ The cat is cold, that’s the problem. It has ice in its veins, and Gansey can see it using that to combat the fire.

It won’t work. Fire will always win that battle, but it’s clear the cat won’t stop trying. It’s equally clear that this woman will fight for as long as it can keep her there, so he turns to scan for shelter.

All he sees is more of those spires. They’re going to have to run. ]

If we can get in there we’ll be safe. How long can you keep the fire going?

[ He’s already backing away, gauging the distance. ]

Can you cage it, to give us time?