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

[thebigredog]

[cliff's rolling his eyes again at the mention of gods, and he's sixteen okay you can't really expect him to just take you on your word for something like that, witches and ghosts and werewolves are one thing but gods?

he does straighten up from his artless slouch at the mention of more holes to dig though. and he doesn't look happy at all about it.]

There are more people buried? [well shit. as much as cliff would like to just label that mess as Not My Problem he can't exactly stand back and let people die either.]

How're you planning on finding them?

[synthedick]

We've got coordinates, courtesy of another, more benevolent god.

[He pulls his Hadriel-issued communicator out of his pocket with the hand that's nothing more than a bare, mechanical skeleton.]

You wake up with one of these in your pocket like the rest of us?

[thebigredog]

[nick if you keep mentioning gods cliff is going to wind up rolling his eyes hard that he strains something. please stop, for his sake.

he gives nick's hand a slightly dubious look, but doesn't seem to be in any hurry to ask him what he is again, so there's that at least.] I don't even have my own phone, let alone some sketchy god's creepy gift. [another extremely put upon sigh.]

Fine, just show me where the people are and I'll help you dig. The sooner we can get this shit over with the better.

[synthedick]

[It's cool, Cliff. If you strain something from all that eye-rolling and die, the grave is still right there.]

Nice to have you aboard, kid.

[He stoops by the pile of dirt that used to be sitting atop Cliff's coffin, producing a second shovel from behind it. He came prepared for whomever he rescued to join in the effort. He offers it to Cliff, and after leaning his own shovel on his shoulder, offers a handshake as well. (And yes, it's with the robot hand.)]

The name's Nick Valentine. You don't have a phone, but I'm assuming you have a name.

[thebigredog]

[hahaaaaa nick, you're hilarious.

clifford gives nick's proffered hand a flat eyed stare that's made all the more intense by the unique shine of his eyes, and makes no move to even pull his hands from his pockets, let alone shake his hand.

it's not you, it's him, blah blah blah, you know the drill.]

Clifford. [and then he does pull one hand out from his hoodie pocket, only to wave it dismissively between the two of them. ]

Keep the shovel for someone who needs it. [he tells nick in a deceptively bored tone, before turning into a huge fucking wolf and looking up at nick expectantly.]

[synthedick]

[While he doesn't jump out of his skin, Nick is certainly startled by the sudden appearance of a wolf at his side.]

Shit!

[He steps back, shaking his head.]

I knew there was something odd about you -- the claw marks in the coffin, the eyes. I was thinking maybe a synth, or hell, maybe some kind of premature super mutant. I guess this is as good an explanation as any.

[He's pretty collected, all things considered, but he is an oddity himself. He should expect to meet more in a place like this.]

[thebigredog]

[cliff gives the distinct impression of a wolf narrowing his eyes up at nick and letting out a low, warning growl.

he doesn't know what the hell a synth or a "premature super mutant" but he's pretty sure he doesn't like the sound of it. and he definitely doesn't need some half metal dickweed bringing up his eyes like he even has a foot to stand on.]

Like you can call anyone odd, asshole.

[synthedick]

[That spunk actually gets a laugh out of Nick.]

Heh. Fair enough. Considering you're a giant dog and we've got a hell of a lot of digging to do, I'd say this is a convenient coincidence. This way.

[He tucks the second shovel under his arm and starts heading north.]

i don't have enough wolf icons right now use your imagination

[thebigredog]

[the giant "dog" gives a snort, red fur puffing up a bit around his neck and shoulders and giving nick the side eye as he keeps pace easily next to nick (though if anyone mentions heeling or walkies, someone is going to get bit).]

Convenient, right. You've got a funny definition of the word, though I guess it's a bit more convenient than whatever the hell you've got going on.