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

[whichend]

I saw you perfectly well. You didn't see me, remember?

[ She twists the blade, sneering. Her next words are a blatant mockery of what she considers to be Emily's prissy voice. ]

I'm too small.

[ She scoffs. ]

You're awfully stupid. You won't last long here.

[unfollowing]

That's why you were in my way. Okay.

[Emily rolls her eyes. Children.]

Yeah, I'm a dumb bitch. That's why I didn't get killed by a fucking cannibal monster or by my idiot friend's stupid pranks. Nice try, Stabby. You're stuck with me.

[Spite is a powerful motivator. Emily may hate this place, but she will find joy in pissing you off by not dying.]

[whichend]

[ Arya is very familiar with spite as a motivator, and she's not backing down. ]

Why are you friends with people who try to kill you? Sounds terribly stupid to me.

[ She scoffs. ]

And I've seen bitchier.

[ Okay, that's a lie, but it's all part of the comeback. ]

[unfollowing]

[Jesus, this kid's insults are pathetic. Emily wouldn't waste any more time on this conversation on a normal day, but with the extra rage in the air, she keeps at it.]

Because he is a literal psycho. Which isn't exactly advertised when you meet a person. [She rolls her eyes.]

Oh my god, like I care? What a badass you are, wow, you've seen people meaner than me. Am I supposed to be offended?

[She would make another comment about how Arya is a little girl, but Arya still has that sword, and contrary to what Arya may think, Emily isn't stupid.]

[whichend]

[ Arya just raises her eyebrows. Sure, lady. The whole murder aspect to your friend's personality was completely hidden. ]

Of course he wouldn't tell you. It's your job to figure it out. Which you obviously didn't do until it was too late. [ She shrugs. ] There are always signs.

[ Ordinarily Arya doesn't let this kind of information spill, but she also isn't ordinarily this pissed. ]

Let me know the next time you witness entire villages sacked, burned, and its people tortured. Or your brother and your mother slain at their own wedding. You're tame.

[unfollowing]

Hard to notice anything else when you're too busy mourning two of your closest friends. [And when you and your boyfriend break up. And when your best friend starts dating him.

Now there's two people she'd like to yell at right now.

And you know what, why don't you let Emily know when you accidentally help get your friends killed? She almost blurts that, but the shame attached to that far outweighs her anger, even with a god's influence.

For a few seconds, Emily just glares, wanting so badly to say something back, anything to let this all this rage out -- but the memory of the last time she saw Hannah and Beth has sliced through her too precisely. On a better day, she would feel sorry for the awful things this little girl has seen. But today, Emily isn't thinking clearly.]

I don't care about your goddamn ranking. [she spits, decidedly more quietly than she'd been speaking only moments ago.] Go stab those assholes, then.

[whichend]

[ You're lucky to have friends, she wants to shout. Honestly, she wants to shout, period, whether it's at this girl or even just at the cave walls. Arya doesn't, though, because simple rage is no match for years of paranoia.

This woman is lucky she got a chance to mourn at all, Arya thinks. She is tame, and the unfairness of it all pisses her off. She probably has a home somewhere, a name, but in addition to that she's got the worst attitude Arya has ever seen.

The suggestion hits Arya right in the core, and she steps back, still glaring. She slowly removes the sword from Emily's ribs, tearing the other girl's clothes as she goes. When Arya speaks next, she's disturbingly quiet. ]

I already have.

[ It's the closest she's ever come to confessing those murders. ]

[unfollowing]

[Yep, she knows. Emily is more aware of her faults than she will ever let anyone see.

But she isn't in the mood to be angry at herself right now. Better to focus on the tear in her shirt. Six hundred fucking dollars and it rips like paper.

She lifts a hand to where Arya's sword sliced the fabric, checking for blood. There's isn't any, but Emily makes an angry sound, a frustrated groan.] Then get the fuck away from me.

[She's mad as hell, but not mad enough to get herself killed. So she shoots Arya one last glare before she walks away.]