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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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How uh... How do you want to do this?
[He asks first, as a distraction from actually answering, but finally gives a small shrug.]
'How' is kind of crazy, but I guess nothing's that crazy after wendigos, right? There're these guys here that say they're gods and get energy from our emotions or whatever. Fear thought burying people would be a great way to get a pick me up.
[And he wasn't wrong. There's another brief pause before he decides how to answer the last question.]
Yeah. Me and Sam. Josh and Ash were out, though; they found Sam, and this guy called Beyond got to me.
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I'm taking my top off. You're not going to faint seeing so much skin, are you? [asked with full sarcasm and all of that.
She slides her coat off as he starts to answer, ready to agree about nothing being genuinely weird after being chased by wendigos (with an eloquent and succinct "no shit"), but the second he says "gods", she reconsiders that assessment. She's never been sure of God as she's learned of from living in the US. There being more than one is straight-up bullshit, right? It's supposed to be.
But then again, curses and wendigos were supposed to be bullshit, but look how that had turned out.]
Goddamn.
[To all of that. Gods that feed off emotions, Sam and Chris being buried alive (what the fuck, Fear), Josh and Ashley actually doing something useful for once.
Goddamn.]
So what happened to your hand?
[There's room to make another jab about manliness, but for once, she saves it. She has class, okay?]
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[He politely averts his gaze toward the ceiling while she starts taking off clothing, trying to keep his blushing to a minimum while he does so. Talking about the event definitely helps keep a somber expression on his face, and he's glad he had a good excuse to just stare off into space.
The explanation he gives to her question is very short, but should get the point across well enough.]
Wood's really hard.
[He'd kept his calm most of the event, but it was pretty impossible to avoid at least one for of panic in the three days he'd been trapped. A few broken nails and scuffed up knuckles are a lot better than a lot of people had ended up.]
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This is a little less casual than wearing a two-piece to the beach, but it's not enough to faze her. Especially not when she shoots a glance at Chris, who is dutifully looking away.]
Okay. You can look. Not that you're going to see anything. Jesus. You know what a bra looks like, right?
[(Hers is beige, by the way. The lacy ones, alas, are still on the mountain.)
She rolls her eyes, listening and making all the right assumptions that his little explanation leads her to. She hates thinkin about it -- it was bad being lost in the mines, but she could walk, she had light, she wasn't really confined. Chris was--
Ugh, god. Fear sure as hell knew what he was doing.]
How long was it before they found you?
[She's kind of scared to hear the answer, which of course means she looks more annoyed than anything else.]
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When Emily tells him he can look he very carefully looks at her face, and then down to her shoulder which looks... Well, it could be worse of course, but he still winces a bit on her behalf.
Her first question prompts him to look her in the eye again, so he can give her a properly unimpressed look.]
Of course I do, geez. Doesn't mean staring at a girl is cool.
[Also tv may or may not be the only place he's ever seen a woman in a bra.
Returning his focus to dealing with the bite, he carefully begins to dab at the injury and surrounding skin with the cloth, mostly to at first be at least able to see what they're dealing with. It's a good distraction while he answers.]
About three days.
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Oh, honey, don't lie. It's not a good look on you.
[She almost offers him a Victoria's Secret catalogue, except she doesn't have one (she shops at much better stores, thank you), and she's yanked from those thoughts when he starts to clean the wound.]
Ow, fuck! Gently, you idiot.
[It doesn't actually hurt that much, but better he be too careful. Also, she hasn't actually seen it, so she's not sure of the magnitude of the bite, and therefore exaggerating is the one true way.
Emily wants to believe that he's exaggerating, too, but he's not. No one would joke about something like that. Well, maybe Josh would. But not Chris.]
That long? Shit, Chris. What about Sam?
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[Geez, Emily. It's a good thing he's not super insecure about the subject, though he doesn't always appreciate the teasing either.
When she yelps he lurches back, half afraid he hurt her and half just on reflex, but once he realizes it's just Emily being Emily he sighs and goes back to what he's doing.]
You got bit by a monster, Em. There's only so much being gentle's going to help.
[It's just going to hurt, though he really does hope it's not truly that bad. He has to think about her question a moment, everything about the event kind of blending together, but...]
Yeah. I think it was like two or two and a half for Sam. We're both okay, just...
[It had been a pretty awful experience. Still, no lasting physical harm done, except for some scrapes and bruises.]
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[Cue heavy eyeroll.]
A monster with razors for teeth, swear to god.
[But she grits her teeth and bears it. It's not so bad now that she's getting used to the temperature of the water and the texture of the cloth against the mix of raw flesh and torn skin that makes up the injury.
All of which she'll take over being buried alive for that long, any day.
What the hell do you even say to that. Jesus.]
Glad it's over. [Glad she missed it, too.] Hope it doesn't happen again.
[She's quiet for a few moments, wincing as Chris works, thinking about how fucked up life has been since that night last year. All the death and guilt and anger, the weird tangle of emotions from that stupid prank and the breakup and Jess goddamn betraying her. All this shit from last night, and al that's happened here even before she arrived.]
What's worse, being here or being on the mountain?
[As of this moment, she's not sure herself.]
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[The bantering is a nice contrast to the rest of the conversation, keeping his thoughts from drifting too far at some of her words. Razors for teeth, yeah, probably; razors for claws, definitely.]
Yeah, me too.
[Something else totally messed up might--and probably will--happen, but hopefully not that again.
He's making progress in cleaning up the dried blood and getting a better look at the injury, but he's not entirely sure what to do from there. Just cover it? They have some disinfectant and that's probably a good idea, but he's not sure Emily's going to be too excited about how much that'll sting.
Despite his focus, her question gets an immediate answer.]
The mountain.
[There's no hesitation.]
When Fear's not being a huge asshole it's pretty calm here.
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So how bad is it? How ugly will the scar be? [How much is it going to cost to get it as erased as possible? Or should she leave it there to remind her of what she saw in the mines, of how she contributed to it, to Beth being dug out of her grave and Hannah ending up who knows where as she starved to death?]
“Nothing to fear but fear itself.” [She scoffs.] Bring it on, fucker.
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[He's pretty sure that stitched wounds scar less, but he's never actually injured himself in a way that would scar aside from a few cuts and burns and the like that are pretty normal for kids to get. His knee's totally screwed up, but that's not something that can really be seen.]
Right now it's probably best to just disinfect it and cover it, I think?
[They're in a cave full of monsters so infection is probably an issue.
He manages a small grin at Emily's derision toward Fear, because that's pretty classic Emily, but...]
Try not to like, antagonize him. He's pretty reasonable if you just talk to him and he'll negotiate and all that.
[His experience with such had been absolutely terrifying but turned out for the best, at least. He hates to think what might've happened if he'd been a jerk to Fear, though.]
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[Emily's never had stitches before, preferring books to the playground as a kid, and fashion to reckless adventures as a teenager. Part of her is a little worried the stitches will hurt to get, but given this wound is the result of a fucking wendigo bite, maybe she's already felt the worst pain it's going to give her.]
Yeah. The last thing I need right now is for it to get infected.
[Do wendigos carry rabies? Ew.
At Chris's admonition, she snorts.]
Because burying people alive is reasonable? Yeah, okay.
[But that's reason enough not to yell at him too much, so.]
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Okay, well, this is totally going to sting.
[Just as a warning, but if she agrees they should be worrying about infection then it's the necessary next step. He can't really argue with her response about Fear, because though it logically makes sense why Fear did it it's definitely not reasonable, though that hadn't been quite what he meant. Still, he doesn't want to really get into the details of the event or his conversation with Fear or anything else, so he just kind of gives a noncommittal shrug and refocuses on treating her injury.]
Ready?
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[She rolls her eyes. She remembers scraping her knees now and then as a kid, how much the whole process of cleaning those little injuries up hurt. This is only going to be way worse, she figures, because it's got to be a deeper and bigger wound than anything that she got when she was little.
Nodding, she tilts her head to better expose her shoulder, and shuts her eyes in anticipation.]
Go for it.
[And holy shit does it sting.
She visibly tenses, gripping the edge of the table hard as she holds her breath to keep from screaming obscenities. It's a testament to just how much it hurts that she isn't swearing up a storm. Not out loud, anyway.
When it's over, she takes slow, even breaths as she relaxes her muscles, rolling her shoulder (against her better judgment) because she shouldn't touch or scratch the wound, but she has to do something to try and sooth it a little.]
God. Fuck. They'd better have novacaine at the clinic. Like hell am I going through that again in cold blood.
[Which is to say, thanks, Chris, the treatment sucks, but I really needed it, and I couldn't do it on my own.
Kind of. More or less. Maybe.]
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He folds the used fabric and sets it aside, then goes to wash his hands at the sink so as not to undo the whole point of disinfecting the injury when he tries to bandage it.]
I dunno what they have medicine-wise, but maybe. Probably at least something.
[Hopefully, anyway. He'd only been in the clinic himself a brief time, in order to recover from being buried, so he's not totally certain what all is available there.]
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[She lets out a heavy sigh. Sure, the worst is over, but it's a lot to bear after everything that's already happened to her tonight. Today. Whatever time it is here.
As she waits for him to start covering the bite, she comes up with a question that she already knows the answer to. But since there's even the slightest chance she's wrong (hah, right, as if she's ever wrong... well, at least for something like this), she asks it anyway.]
There's no way out of here, is there? I mean, you guys wouldn't still be here if there were.
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[Whatever was left here or repopulated by Hope might be geared toward entirely different types of beings than they are, after all.
They don't have any medical tape, so regular tape it is to secure this bandage in place. That's... Not going to stick all that well, but at least it'll hopefully do until they can get something who knows what they're doing to take care of it. He shakes his head at Emily's question.]
Not that we know of, or at least like... On purpose, anyway.
[This is going to sound weird, but...]
Mike was here for awhile but he just disappeared one day. We don't know what happened.
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Regular tape will probably start coming off sooner rather than later, what with skin's natural oils and all, but if that's what they have, then she'll deal. Though maybe she can hold it in place under a tight shirt.
Actually, that's a good point.] I need a new shirt. Mine is practically a rag right now. A six hundred dollar rag. Fuck's sake.
[Not that she wants to stay here, but she hasn't had much of a choice in what happens to her all night. Yeah, of course there's no way out. The 'on purpose' thing confuses her, but before she can ask about that, Chris keeps going.
And that is something Emily really doesn't know how to feel about. On the one hand, fuck Mike, he seriously thought about killing her. On the other hand, it's Mike, and there was a time when she'd trusted him with everthing (well, almost, but definitely more than other people), and she still misses him, goddamnit. Before he'd pointed a gun at her, she would've liked to stay friends with him. Now? Well. Everything's different now.
She frowns, precisely because she's not sure what to say to that. It's a few seconds before she comes up with something to respond with.] That doesn't make sense. What do you mean, 'he just disappeared'?
[She's guessing it's something like how she 'just appeared' here, but who the hell knows anything anymore?]
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[Maybe not something as strong as novacaine, but even just a topical medicine might be enough for stitches. He really hopes so anyway, because even is stitches don't hurt that bad--and he isn't sure if they do or not--they've all been through enough already.
He can help with the shirt issue, though.]
Sam and Ash have found some spare clothing and I don't think they'll care if you take something for awhile.
[He'll even go get it for her, but he doesn't want to accidentally insult her by trying to guess which girl is closer to her size.
Chris takes a moment to check that the bandage is as good as it's going to get, then offers a shrug at Emily's question and looks back at her again.]
I don't know. There was like, a blizzard, and I guess he went out into it and never came back. We went to look for him but didn't find him anywhere, and he's just...
[Been gone ever since. Though then he realizes there's a part of this story Emily is missing, and though it's possibly even crazier than the rest of everything it's something she has to know.]
We don't know what happened because people here uh... If something had happened to him, he would've come back. One of the gods can bring people back to life.
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I'll go look at Sam's clothes. Which room is hers?
[Honestly, Chris, Emily would insult you no matter what you did, so you've made a good call by not making that offer.]
A blizzard in a cave? [It's not the weirdest thing she's heard all day, that's for sure, but still.
See, like that. Like some god reviving people who've died. That's weird, because sure, that's not uncommon in mythology, but in real life?
She doesn't even know what to say to that.] So he's just-- gone somewhere.
[Even worse, she doesn't know how to feel about it.]
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Yeah. That it was snowing underground was just like... So not weird compared to everything else that I barely thought about it.
[He still doesn't find it all that weird, though he probably should. His gaze drifts back down to the first aid box, busying himself with it again as he replies.]
Yeah. No one has any idea where; it's never happened before, I guess.
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There's not much of a selection, but at least Sam's taste in clothes isn't terrible. It takes Emily a surprisingly short amount of time to pick a shirt (a green top with three-quarter sleeves) and slip into it, careful not to rip off the makeshift bandage on her shoulder. The shirt fits well enough that it seems like it'll help keep the bandage in place, so that's a plus.
She's tugging the hem of it as far down as it'll go as she walks back into the kitchen.] I don't even want to know what 'everything else' means.
[She takes a moment to inspect her sleeves, wrinkling her nose as she turns her arms and looks at the fabric, the seams, the color. At least it's clean. Also, it's something to do to buy herself time to think of what to say next. Mike was here, but he got lost in the blizzard, and this is the first time something like this has happened. Okay? It's not like she hopes he's dead, but she's not entirely sure she wants to see him.].
What a fucking shitshow. [Of course, she means all of the shit they've been through, but Chris can take it as he wants. She could totally be talking about the shirt, after all.]
So that's it. He's just gone now. [She rolls her eyes.] Couldn't even bother to stick around so I could rip him a new one.
[Typical.]