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

[cashlin]

Dunno. The Vault was, but it's not like I've got much to compare it to.

[Lilith casts Rhys a curious look. She'd been willing to at least sort of entertain the idea of a second Vault, but "most" Vaults... maybe Hyperion, like Atlas, had more up their collective sleeves than she'd initially guessed. Maybe she'll bring that up to Roland or something when she gets out of here.

Empty speculation aside, though, it's not like Rhys would know too much about any of it directly. Pencil pusher and all. Ah, well.]

I could. [She's tempted. But. shrug.] That sounds too easy, though. As appealing as that sounds, I bet they'd leave us in this dump if I tried it. How bad is it? If it's just monsters, that's no sweat, but you sound like you're talking about more than that.

[hybridification]

[He doesn't really like that curious look. Rhys offers her a weak smile in return, an expression that really says 'I promise I'm not hiding anything at all'.

This is going to go just fine.]

Uh, they buried us alive a few weeks ago. [That seems pretty traumatic, right?] And there was a snowstorm. All my joints froze over, it really sucked.

[Which affected him more than the whole 'half the people I know are buried alive' thing. Rhys isn't exactly much for compassion for his fellow man but hey, he's a work in progress.]

[cashlin]

[Lucky for Rhys, Lilith just connects that funny look Rhys has to the live burials and snowstorm. She grimaces, part sympathy and part 'christ i'm really not gonna enjoy this place', and the sentiments are maybe not evenly divided.]

Well, shit. [Pretty traumatic seems about right, yeah.] Congrats on making it out defrosted and intact. As intact as you were before, I'm assuming. [She nods at his arm.]

If you want help staying that way, though, look me up so long as I'm here. I owe you one for earlier. [And with a grin, she adds--] If you thought that was cool, wait 'till you see what else a siren can do.

[hybridification]

[He nods at the offer, though he's not sure what to do with it. Does owing him one involve not killing him when Lilith inevitably remembers that she hates Hyperion and-slash-or Jack makes himself known? He doubts it- he hopes, but he doubts it.]

I, uh. I can't wait.

[His voice cracks a little and Rhys takes a step back, allowing her to be on her way. He doesn't offer to show her around or explain much more- the longer he spends around her, the shorter his life probably gets, after all.]

Nice meeting you, Lilith.

[cashlin]

Same to you.

[He seems all right. Unusually skittish and only a little less sketchy than most others working with the various weapon corporations tended to be, sure, but... all right. She steps right past him and sees him off on his own way with a short wave.]

See ya, Rhys. Try not to get eaten by anything.

[She doesn't look back at him once she's gone. The rest of the city awaits, and there's a whole lot of ground still left to cover.]