dankmemes | TEST DRIVE MEME #5

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!

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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?]

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[Maketh tenses when she hears the clang of metal hitting the wood of the box - she's not thinking of it as a coffin, can't think of it as a coffin - and takes a deep breath. Focus. She's still alive.

Breathe. In and out. Conserve oxygen. Just like that.

Then the box opens with a groan. Maketh flinches at the sudden light, trying to blink the dust out of her eyes. There's someone standing over her, but Maketh can't see anything else just yet.

She didn't cry, though. So there's that.

Maketh takes a very careful breath, and sits upright. Slowly. She's hurting, an ache in her throat and something sharper in her chest. Broken ribs, maybe. From the explosion, perhaps? But she can't smell any ash...

It doesn't matter. She'll live if she doesn't move too fast.]

Thank you. Sir.

[Her voice is small, but surprisingly clear.]

[Henry presses his back against the earth wall, and wipes sweat from his brow with his forearm. Her voice is quiet, he notes, but not timid. Good.]

'Tis fine. Here -- accept this.

[He takes a half-filled waterskin from his belt, and holds it out to her in offering. While he does so, his gaze sweeps over her, assessing her condition. His brow furrows slightly.]

Are you well?

[Maketh takes the--waterskin? People still use these things?-and drinks carefully. It hurts to tip her head back to drink, hurts to swallow - a sharp pain she remembers vaguely from her time in the academy. She hands the waterskin back, watching the man carefully. She doesn't recognize his face, or the clothes he's wearing.]

It's nothing I won't survive.

[Probably. Unless she's bleeding internally, in which case she's dead all over again. Maketh brushes off her uniform vaguely. It doesn't help much. She's covered in soot, boots half-melted and stuck with shrapnel. Her helmet's long gone, along with most of her dignity.

She doesn't try to stand just yet. Mostly because she's not certain she won't scream if she tries. Hiding pain has never been Maketh's strong suit, though she knows better than to look weak in front of a stranger.]

Who are you?

My name is Henry Percy.

[He introduces himself, as he considers the state of her unfamiliar wear. While he has come to terms with the concept of many worlds existing, it says something about his origins that his mind immediately goes to dragons over explosions.]

There is a clinic staffed by a physician a moderate walk from here. However, you must first climb out of this grave.

[He does not mince his words.]

Can you?

Henry Percy. [she watches him carefully, still getting her breathing under control.] I'm Maketh Tua. Thank you for digging me out.

[assuming he's not the one who stuck her down there in the first place. In a damn coffin. But he doesn't look Imperial, not really. The accent, for one thing, is all wrong, and she doesn't recognize the way he forms his words. The academy is good for snuffing out things like that - all the Empire must look and speak the same. There's a possibility that he's a rebel and fucking with her for some unknown reason, but---

Well. She has more immediate concerns. Maketh grips the edge of the coffin tight, and heaves herself up.

She makes an ugly noise.

There's a lot of pain. She doesn't scream, though her eyes are wide and watering.]

It appears that I--ah, can.

TEST DRIVE MEME #5

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