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

[unfollowing]

[So her choices are half-assed emo-ish girl chic and nature girl couture. Fantastic. Her distaste for that shows on her face as she stands. Some part of her is very aware of the fact that she is just going to be walking around the house in her bra for a few minutes, but mainly in the sense that, of all people, it's Chris who gets to witness this.]

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.]

[thechoiceisyours]

[He gives her direction to Sam's room, beginning to pack up the remaining first aid supplies and throw out the used ones, then starts to unwrap the bandages on his broken nails. He'd needed to replace them already, and after taking care of Emily's injury he definitely needs to.]

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.

[unfollowing]

[In Sam's room, Emily pokes around at anywhere that looks like it might be hiding clothes, only half paying attention to Chris. (Clothes are important, okay. Choosing what to wear deserves more attention than she's giving it, so Chris should consider himself lucky she's not ignoring him altogether.)

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.]