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

[leashed]

Please, keep calm.

[His voice is clipped, and Rome works at freeing Morgan from the rest of the dirt around the coffin. His pace is even and methodical, unearthing the latch and flipping them open, before pressing his feet against the dirt walls and reaching to hook his fingers around the edge of the coffin.

He'd ask the person inside to push with him, but Rome doesn't think it would make that much of a difference- with his own considerable strength, any assistance from a half-starved anxious human would be negligible, and so he simply pulls until the lid begins to lift.

Once he gets his fingers under it, it's easy. Rome delicately steps around the lid, lowering his feet inside of the coffin on either side of Morgan's legs so he can get it fully open.]

Are you alright?

[danseur]

[ the fact that rome is a werewolf isn't immediately apparent. no, not with the way that his senses are being flooded - there's sudden light and sound and noise. he's rushing up toward the air, trying to scramble out of this makeshift grave. ]

Are you seriously telling me to keep calm, dude?

[ his voice is a little high, panicked, but his breath is slowly starting to even out. ]

[leashed]

You could injure yourself if you panic.

[Rome, by contrast, is very calm, maybe a little triumphant. He steps back to let Morgan stretch and adjust to being free again, cocking his head to the side as he watches the other man curiously. In the rush of things, it's easy to overlook a simple scent or feeling, but when he hones in on it, it becomes quickly apparent that Morgan isn't entirely human either.

But that's a conversation better saved for another time. If Morgan isn't actively attacking him right now, then he'll leave it until they've both recovered a little.]

Are you alright?

[danseur]

No.

[ it comes in a quick, defensive rush. he drags his fingers through his hair, gooseflesh still raised on his arms. if anything, he seems wigged out. ]

You're not one of the guys that put me here, are you.

[ because he needs to determine that before anything else. ]

[leashed]

I am not. I don't know who did.

[Whoever it was is clearly sadistic. Rome looks down at the coffin again, his mouth pressed in a thin line, clearly disapproving, before turning his attention back toward Morgan.]

I have water and food with me.

[With that, he grabs onto the ledge and vaults himself back up from the hole he'd dug, turning back after a moment and reaching to help Morgan up out of there.]

[danseur]

[ morgan hesitates for just a moment when rome offers him the hand, before he holds his breath and takes it, using it to hoist himself up and out of the grave. he's still clearly uncomfortable, some of the skin on his hands and nails torn-- but they'll heal quickly enough.

he's grateful for that much, at least. ]

Not really hungry right now, but thanks.

[ honestly, he's pretty sure he'd barf it up the moment he tried to choke it down. shoving his hands awkwardly in his pocket, he shoots rome a sideways glance, shoulders drawn. ]

So where are we going from here?

[ you're apparently stuck with him for now, friendo. ]