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!

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?]

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[Noah wasn't buried the first time and he's kind of freaking out now that he's buried. He's got enough to deal with, having an existential crisis of already being dead, for fuck's sake here.

So he's curled up as much as he can holding his phone and using it as a light source, trembling and crying when there's a harsh bang on the lid. Something solid. Like something hit it.

Noah quickly hits at the lid as hard as he can. He can't move it, but it gives a clear signal - yes, someone is in here. Living, well, that's complicated.]

I'm down here! I'm in here!

[The response is almost cheerful, like the speaker is smiling in relief.]

Yeah? Looks like all this isn’t just for nothin’.

Hold still. I’m gonna break this thing.

[He tries jabbing the shovel at the wood even harder, but it doesn’t give. Crap.]

…Hey, you can’t, like, reach the nails with anything in there, can you? Or pry this thing off?

[Noah is unfortunately not the strongest person ever. Especially not when he's technically dead and a ghost so he's even less real than normal. He pushes on the lid with all his might, but there's no give to it, and feeling the edges doesn't get him anything but a splinter for his trouble.]

I- I can't - it isn't sealed from this side!

[He is trying really hard not to cry here. He doesn't sound like he's succeeding at that.]

Hey, calm down.

[Easier said than done. But it's very easy to say when you're the guy out in the sunshine and not in the box.]

I've still got some stuff I can try...

[He growls with the effort as he wedges the shovel in between the lid and the coffin. It's slow, but they start to come apart.]

[Noah nods as he sniffles, even if Firo can't see it. He's trying to stay calm. He is trying. Every single second feels like forever, and Noah has to wonder if this is why he's the only ghost back home - if all the others got stuck with their bodies, just... laying there, for an eternity, underground. If that could have been him.

The groan of the wood as it starts to separate from the shovel wedged between the pieces startles him and at first he scoots as far as he can away from the sound before he realizes what it is. Slow, sure, but working. He moves closer to that side again, bracing himself against the bottom of the coffin to push up against the lid as hard as he can with his shoulder to help it along.]

[With their combined efforts, it doesn't take much longer for the lid to come off completely. Firo stumbles back a pace with the momentum but is quick to right himself. Though he tries to look serious, he can't hold back a triumphant grin as he looks down into the coffin.]

There we go.

[With little outward concern for what this guy's mental state may be after the ordeal, he breezes on with an oh-so-generous offer:]

You can thank me with a drink.

[Super generous. If he can generously give Noah a few moments to get over the shaking and trying not to cry panic of that as he scrambles out of the coffin as quickly as possible, that would be super duper radical.]

... I ... I know I guy who can make alcohol appear out of thin air.

[What? He beams. Okay, it sounds kind of fake, but it'd still be cool.]

Really?

[How Sena and the others would've loved that during Prohibition! Though Firo doesn't think that through long enough to realize that such a thing could actually hurt their business if the guy wasn't on their side.

His fantasy is cut into, anyway, when he gets a better look at this guy's face. He stands back to give him more room to climb out, holding out a steadying arm if it's needed.]

...What's the matter with you?

[Despite the tactless wording, Firo's tone is more curious than insulting. He's never seen a man look so close to tears--was it really that bad?]

[Noah takes the hand out - and his own are ice cold. Maybe because of how he was in the ground? It probably wasn't warm in there. Surely that's it.]

... I was just buried. I could have been just ... forgotten and left down there. I'm upset.

[Firo notices the cold with discomfort, both physical and of the conscience. Okay, so maybe the guy was chilly in there... but still, a little draftiness wasn't something to cry about, he reassures himself. They're both men here; they can act like it.

He shrugs.]

But you weren't left down there. No point in worryin' about it anyway.

[Showing sympathy over something like this would just mean he's getting soft--and maybe he has become a little nicer since meeting the Martillos and Ennis, but there have to be limits to these things. He shakes his head and tries to offer kindness in the only way he can think to do so.]

Who put you down there? You see their face or anything?

[Noah sighs and just shakes his head, running a hand through his hair and trying to straighten out his clothes. It doesn't really work, they're perpetually rumpled.]

I didn't see anything. But I think I know who it was.

[Firo's eyes narrow as he focuses in.]

Who? We can pay 'em back.

[If anything'll make a guy feel better, it's some sweet, sweet revenge.]

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