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

[quaerit]

[ Mapping. The thought makes Gansey smile, since that was essentially what he'd been trying to do when that cat found him. He'd been trying to get to know his territory, and commit it to memory. If he was doing that before, he must have written it down somewhere. If not in a journal, then something else. Adam is likely to know. Gansey makes a note to talk to him about it. Maybe that was one of the things he'd found in Gansey's room.

Leaning back, he finds himself smiling. There's the Ronan he knows. ]

Not even a little bit. You should have seen it. Massive wings, talking to me through an eagle's beak. That's what I thought it was, and then I saw the rest, and he called himself a griffin. Can you imagine? It's like something from a story.

[ And of course, there's a quality to Gansey's voice that sounds almost awed. This is a new kind of magic, something that genuinely fascinates him. ]

[greywaren]

[Gansey says 'like something from a story' and Ronan thinks 'like something from a dream'. Of course, griffins aren't the usual fare, even for him, but for a creature like that to exist in reality, he thinks that someone had to have created it. Maybe not necessarily the way that he creates things, but it isn't natural by a long shot.]

I can imagine.

[He'd like to say that there are more important things than mythical creatures that apparently conversed with Gansey, but right now, Ronan doesn't think there is anything quite so pressing. Gansey is here, everything else can be put on hold for whatever the fuck he wants to talk about.

Plus, it's reassuring in some strange way, just to hear him speak with that engaged fervor of his, excited and intrigued by the mysteries of the world. Ronan missed that, more than he'd ever really admit.]

I've met a few crazies here, but no mythical creatures like that, [says Ronan, still blissfully unaware that he literally punched (and was subsequently punched by) the Grendel.] I can tell you about them, if you want.

[quaerit]

[ This is no small part of the reason why Gansey is so fascinated by Ronan's power. He can make things live when they wouldn't even exist. He can make impossible things real.

Of course, this is one situation where Gansey would have preferred the impossible to remain a dream. Getting caught up by an interdimensional Door had hardly been part of his plans.

Talking to Ronan helps, like it always does. He could use a clearer head, and he could use the sort of focus that comes from talking out the strangeness with his friends. ]

Crazies, indeed. Yes, tell me. I want to hear everything, including whatever trouble you've been in.

[ Note that he does not ask whether there has been trouble. This is Ronan Lynch. There's been trouble. ]

[greywaren]

[Ronan is tempted to feign offense at Gansey's assumption that he's been in trouble, but Gansey knows him well enough by now that anything he could pretend to say in his own defense would just be laughed off.

So instead he mulls over the request, unable to really tell him everything, but wanting to at least make sure that he can remember all of the necessary information.]

...if you don't know someone, assume they're not human, [is probably the best- and most frightening- advice that he can give right now. But between Gren and Nick and Sharon and the Demon and Bruce and everyone else that he's tried to punch since getting here, everything has turned out to be decidedly monstrous in some form or another.]

And assume they can hit harder than you.

[Not that that's stopped him. Really, it's a miracle that Ronan hasn't died yet.]

[quaerit]

[ Assume they're not human.

After what Gansey saw outside, that's not even a very surprising thing to say. It still twists something inside him, though. He'll later identify that as anxiety, and be annoyed with himself. For now, he's too caught up in the fact that there's still blood and bandages on his hands, and he looks like something the grave spat out.

That doesn't stop him from giving Ronan a crooked little smile. ]

The last time I hit anyone, I broke my thumb. It's not impressive to hit harder than me.

[ He gets it, though. There's danger all around and not everyone is nice.

He definitely gets it. ]

Can they hit harder than you? That's the important thing here.