dankmemes | test drive meme #28

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. 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: GOT ANY BREATH MINTS?
[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.

It looks like this time the Door is going for a little variety. You get to enjoy a couple kinds of chaos serpents, from the video game Hexen.

Chaos serpents are bipedal reptilian creatures with three horns, in two different colors. They can bite, as with most monsters, but the real threat is their breath weapons. The green ones spit powerful fireballs, while the brown ones spit clouds of poisonous gas. If you're lucky, they'll fight each other instead of you - but who ever gets lucky here?]

L O V E

SCENARIO TWO: ONE MINUTE IN HEAVEN
[Remember that first rush of infatuation, when your heart beats fast and your cheeks get red and you feel like you could do anything - anything - to get your crush's attention? Maybe you don't. Maybe you're too level-headed for that. Well, not anymore.

Now, whenever you meet a new person, you feel one solid minute of the most intense crush you've ever had. Their hair! Those eyes! Those incredibly attractive arm muscles! That tinkling laugh! Maybe you're the type to get nervous, maybe you'll swallow seven packets of hot sauce to show how cool you are, maybe you'll just lay down your very best pickup lines. Maybe more than one of the above - there are so many ways to embarrass yourself in 60 seconds!

But then time's up, and your insta-crush is gone, and now you get to deal with the consequences. What did you say? What did you do? That laugh you thought was beautiful and tinkling turns out to be obnoxious and honking. Also, you're pretty sure you just hit on your neighbor. But hey... maybe they actually are pretty hot, and you just made the first move. It's possible!]

C O N F U S I O N

SCENARIO THREE: THE PITTER PATTER OF LITTLE FEET
[There you were, minding your own business, when you suddenly fell into a deep sleep. Not that you remember that - now all you remember is being a child, as your consciousness has taken the form of your younger self. Here's your opportunity to run around and get into all the trouble you could hope for!

Or maybe you didn't become a child - maybe someone else did. Did some random kid just run up to you, confused and a little scared, or possibly just obnoxious? It'd be nice of you to help them out. Unless you hate kids, and hey, who can blame you? They're loud and somehow their little hands always seem to be sticky. Still. Make sure they don't run straight into the monsters outside the city, all right?

This is a mini version of our Hope of a Child event this month.]

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[ Party blinks a few times, dazed over the sound of her voice, seeing that piece of something hit the monster dead on. It roars, a sound that's all too displeased, outraged, and loud.

Everything is blurry. Everything is distant and dreamlike. None of this can be real.

It can't. It can't. It makes no sense, he should be-

Is this just what it is on the other side? Or is this what's behind the masks?

Is it just a sick joke?

While all those thoughts keep him stuck in place for longer than would be recommended in this situation, it's all in a second or two. Everything's moving in slow motion and the monster's roar in response to the yelled threats is almost overwhelming, deafening. It turns towards her, a light building up behind its teeth.

There's more of them around, there's sand, there's voices and roars and hisses, there's the crinkling of his jacket, there's his breathing and the beating of his heart, too fast. There's pains and aches and too much information for him too process. He can't he can't he can't-

He grabs that blaster before he even thinks about it. A movement too familiar for him to register it consciously. That thing doesn't have time to spit out whatever it was making before it's lasered through an eye.

Shitty, shaking aim. It was an accidental shot, like luck was finally turned back on.

But it's not dead, and this isn't over. Watch out, now it's angry and injured.]

[It turns, roars, and Girl finds herself taking an instinctive step back. It's a breathless second of what have I done and a hardwired run flitting through her. The moment of fear is nothing new; she's felt it a thousand times. The anger that comes in the next heartbeat is familiar too. It's reminds her of the vile burn when she saw Val standing over the doctor, that seeing-red feeling that the Witch warned her about.

Girl wishes she had a gun.

Party has one, which is almost enough. The noise the creature makes when it loses an eye makes her stomach roll.]

Hey!

[She has to keep it's attention on her. Party's not trying to run yet, whether it's still panic or that he's standing his ground she can't tell. These things will just keep coming and she needs to give him the chance to get into the city.

She picks up another chunk of rock, throwing it in a low arc at the monster's legs. She gestures wildly behind her with her other arm, trying to catch Party's gaze.]

Get out of here!

[ It's not entirely panic. It's not entirely confusion, either. No, it's static over silence, making him barely able to hear any voices, any roars, any of the sounds around him, all coming to him as distant echoes that hurt all the same.

But he looks towards her, eyes still wide and lost and hesitant, marked all the more intensely when his feet don't actually move for a second, two, three. But the monster roars again and whatever was stuck and broken inside of him snaps back into attention like a reset - a primal instinct, the most primal, the one he spent the important part of his life focusing on and the one that has kept him and his family alive for the years it did.

He runs.

He runs in her direction, desperate and clumsy but fast, only partially glancing over his shoulder when he hears the thing charge right after him. The sounds have to have nabbed the attention of others, and there's no way they wouldn't just rip him - and her - to shreds.

No matter what he does, no matter who he is in any instant, there's something in him, his body, that drives him to survive, to run, even when he doesn't want to, even when it doesn't make any sense.

He doesn't run at her, but he grabs her arm all the same, with uncalculated precision, pulling her along towards the door.

It doesn't matter who she is. Or even that she tried to help. It's someone. Maybe he wouldn't have done this in a different situation, you fight for yourself and your family, and no one else. But he's not thinking, and he's got a death grip on this girl's arm as they run out towards the door she pointed.

He doesn't know what's behind it. It doesn't matter. Just keep running. ]

[She sees him charge from the corner of her eye, a flicker of red and blue barreling past her vision. The few steps back she takes are instinctual, a bounce to her step as she readies to run with him. But she keeps most of her attention on the creature.

Girl watches it's large maw open, hears the ear-ringing roar and tenses as it rears back. She opens her mouth to distract it again, unsure where it's attack will be pointed. She rocks forward, weight shifting from the balls of her feet to her toes. She's ready to lunge, ready to give the creature a new target. It can't hurt Party, she can't watch it hurt Party; not when some part of her remembers blood streaked on pristine walls and a body slumped over on the ground and the sound of screaming so loud it echoed in her ears-

Girl gets pulled in the other direction, the move sudden enough that she's caught off balance. She stumbles after the pull, catching sight of red again and she's stunned. Her feet keep moving, body too hardwired on running to make her fall now. She lets him pull her out of danger with a momentary numbness.

It'd taken a lot of talk before she let Ghoul touch her. Part of her had been so sure it was just a dream, a nightmare doomed to vanish or twist apart the second she reached out for skin. She still thought that, sometimes, when she woke up in the middle of the night and saw him taking watch. Someday she would wake up and he wouldn't be there or she'd reach out for him and only find air.

With Party that same hesitancy to touch was there and worse. Ghoul had disappeared behind a door and Jet's forceful hand taking her away. Party she saw die.

The touch fried her thoughts for several beats, world suddenly pinpoint on the hand wrapped around her arm. He was real. He was solid. Her heart fought its painful way out of her chest.]

The door-

[She chokes it out, thoughts slow and stupid. Her composure was broken and she only knew she need to be outside so she could throw herself in his arms. Or force his hands off her. She wasn't sure which she wanted yet.

She pushes him forward as they reach the doorway, feeling more than seeing that they were being followed from the breeze of something swiping in their direction.]

[ His head hurts. His lungs ache. Something under his jaw burns, and he won't think about what it means, what it is.

It doesn't matter right now. He needs to shut everything else down, or his body will stop functioning. It sure won't be good for anything if those ugly-ass piles of scales and sharp and fire get their hands on them.

He has his own tunnel vision, target dead set not on her - barely acknowledging her, barely aware that he's dragging her along with him - but on the archway out of the arena, and the halway that it leads into.

Out. Get out. Get out now.

The soles of his boots squeak a few times with his clumsy steps, but he keeps on going, just wanting outside. He can't breathe, his lungs burn, he needs to stop, but he can't--

It really doesn't take long before they're outside the arena, and he still runs a few feet, at one point finally legging go of her arm - not harshly, not dropping her behind, simply gradually letting go as they reach open air.

And he slows down. And he stops, the momentum knocking him down on one knee, blaster clacking on the ground a little over a foot away. He's wheezing and he's dizzy and his chest still hurts.

He can't hear the monsters anymore. Did they get lost in the hallways? How did he? Who knows. Pure fucking luck, probably.]

[She lets him drag her along, keeping pace behind him as they break from the building into the heat outside. There's an urge to slow down- she knows it's unlikely the creatures will follow too far out here- but she lets him keep going until he starts to let go. When his hand is off of her, Girl stops. She watches him move forward a few feet, breathing hard. Her forearm is gripped tight near her stomach, other hand rubbing like he'd burned her skin.

She almost feels like crying when he goes down, a lump forming her her throat. Party, their fearless and angry leader, did not falter. As a child she'd always upheld him, in some ways even more than the others, as an unstoppable force. He was always there first when something went wrong, gun smoking and eyes wild whenever some nightmare had crossed their path.

Girl knew he wasn't infallible. She'd seen him bleed, she watched him die. But it didn't make it any easier to see him like this now.]

Party?

[Her voice cracks, thick with emotion. She takes a few shaky steps closer to him, circling to to see his face.]

You okay, did they get you? Do you need patched?

test drive meme #28

oh this poor girl is gonna learn so much bad about her red dadbro

crush her

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