Test Drive Meme #27

[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 December 25th, and apps are open January 1st. Please remember that there is an app cap of 20 apps.

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: DON'T FEED THE WILDLIFE
[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.

This time, the monsters are very large and very scary, with the crocodiles from Lake Placid, a 1999 movie that was about... well, giant crocodiles.

These critters are massive, measuring over 20 feet in length and full of raw power. They're capable of taking down bears, eating full cows, and decapitating unsuspecting victims. Despite their size, they are quite fast and could definitely take someone by surprise with their quick movement. Look out for those formerly-still ponds, they back a serious bite...]

A L L

SCENARIO TWO: SHINING, SHIMMERING, SPLASHING
[Everyone's gotta drink sometimes and when you're in a new environment, that dehydration is kicking in double. Unfortunately, the water in Hadriel right now is... tainted. Nothing about it tastes particularly off, but one drink of it and you'll find yourself with strange and unusual powers. These abilities aren't necessarily gamechangers, and they aren't the full power, but they're definitely there at your fingertips.

Give your friends nightmares, give your enemies a super strong punch to the jaw- the sky is the limit, but be careful for when it wears off and those you've affected seek their revenge with their own water-powered abilities. Maybe you should find the memory erasing pond...

This is a mini event, based off of our shining, shimmering, splashing event going on this month!]

S O R R O W

SCENARIO THREE: HAIR OF THE DOG
[Were you partying last night, or are the gods just exceptionally cruel? Either way, you have what seems to be a killer hangover. Stomachaches, headaches, and general feeling like the undead- it's all happening and you're feeling the worst of it.

You're welcome to try and attempt your own hangover cures, but little seems to alleviate this. It just takes time, and maybe a friend or two to rub your back and make some food for you- that is, if you can keep it down. Or maybe your friends are in the same boat as you are and you need to commiserate. Either way, you're in for a hell of a day.

Maybe just take it easy for awhile.]

Comments

[durare]

[ Why is a child wielding a gun?

A flash of a thought, immediate and instinctive -- but of course, the answer's obvious, isn't it? The answer is in the massive beast underneath her, thrashing dangerously, about to rear to buck her off. Diana holds fast, tugs hard with a soft grunt as she grabs a hold of the sword before it sails past.

The weight of it is reassuring, comfortable in her hand, and Diana doesn't hesitate when she guts the animal from skull to tail, her immense strength aiding in piercing through the skin, flaying the beast open like a particularly grotesque sideshow. But it does its work, the beast collapses onto the sand, a lifeless husk of the sheer raw power of what it once was, and Diana frowns.

She finds no pleasure in slaying beasts, not when it seems as if they have been unleashed into this place. After all, arenas are where gladiators fight for their lives, and she's picked up on the snatches on blood and indecipherable footprints to get an idea. Which casts the child with his gun in this arena in a whole new light. Had they sent him here to fight for his survival against these things? He doesn't look like he knows how to handle it, and she cannot help a swell of disgust that rises in her chest. Lips thinning, she steps off the carcass and heads towards him, immediately concerned.

What kind of people are here, that they would see fit to send a young boy into such danger? Where are his parents? She doesn't miss the swearing, but supposes dire situations call for dire measures, and the quest for survival often spans a spectrum of coping mechanisms. Then again, that isn't the most important thing. The most important thing is this, what are the confines of this new world, and what lies beyond the walls of the arena? Who runs this place, who released these beasts and drew them here? There is no purpose beyond fighting for survival; or perhaps this is a twisted way of thinning the herd? No, she can't quite put her finger on it, but answers must not be too far away. ]

Thank you. [ Because he had a pretty good throw, and Diana would have had a trickier time killing the oversized crocodile if he hadn't sent her sword back to her. Keeping a sharp eye out for any potential beasts that have locked on to them as easy pickings, she closes the distance between them, fine brows knitted in concern. He might be in possession of a gun, but it doesn't matter right now. ]

Are you hurt?

[trashmouths]

Yeah, but Tick-Tick Crock isn't. [ His voice breaks, more out of urgency than fear, clutching the laser gun tightly to him as he points to another crocodile advancing. The sword through hadn't been ideal, but it had been a toss--like lawn darts--in her direction. Enough for her to catch it.

Woah. She really is pretty.

Richie doesn't have time to think too much about that, though, not when there's eminent danger. He glances around, sees another one on his left, and starts walking slowly backwards. He doesn't see the rest of his friends, and he's too small to help any other people, so: ]

Let's get movin', lady! I know where it's safe.

[durare]

[ The tick-tock what now? Bemused that the child's actually given the beast a name, she follows after him, but not without noticing just how the things seem to be closing in on them. Perhaps it sees the boy as an easy target, which is just unacceptable as far as things go. ]

Wait here.

[ She's fully willing to follow, but why hide away when you can clear a path? Diana doesn't hesitate, striding forward, the heel of her boot slamming the thing's massive upper jaw downwards, pinning it before she draws her sword again, driving it into its skull with a sickening, audible crack. It's a quick kill, brutal and efficient, and she pulls the sword out without much trouble. Stepping off it casually, she nods briefly at him. ]

All right, let's go.

[trashmouths]

[ Oh, fuck.

That's a thing. That's definitely a thing that just happened and Richie suddenly feels incredibly inadequate with his raygun, to the point where he sort of just winds up tucking it behind him with one hand, adjusting extremely magnified glasses with the other and offering a bit of a grin that looks more embarrassed than it should ].

Hey, uh, wow.

[ He'd slow clap if he wasn't holding something, and that nod makes him just a little weak in the knees, so he's glad for the distraction. He picks himself up metaphorically and scrambles to the exit, darting around a few things--mainly crocodiles--fairly nimbly. He's used to this sort of stuff now, and while he isn't an expert, he's fairly good at running and hiding.

It's just like Freese's department store and running from Henry Bowers and his goons. It's just like that, except instead of slipping past him in the toy section and using the exit by the perfume section it's a coliseum.

Richie doesn't stop until he reaches a sandhill-turned-maybe-dune, and points to the large spirals. ]

See that? That's pretty safe. Safe enough to live, at least. I mean--mostly.