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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[ Kobra takes a cautious step forward. He's not sure what's going on and he's trying to be brave like his brother always is, but it's a lot easier when his brother is there to be brave with. ]

Think I got lost.

[ He takes another step forward, hand dropping from the knife. ]

What'd you do?

What?

[ His stomach turns at the words, scared of what the answer might be. To Kobra, the question might be entirely different, but, to Party, some very specific ideas come to mind. Somme very specific, upsetting concepts that have been haunting his head for the last few days.

Is this what it is? A guilt hallucination? Is this place playing purgatory now?

Jesus Christ, it's hard to focus. ]

Y'look different.

[ He should probably be more careful than he's being right now, but he's always had a blind spot for Party. A terrible, huge, gaping blind spot. So he keeps moving closer, because he doesn't want to admit that he was scared of really being left on his own. It's embarrassing and he doesn't want Party to think he can't trust Kobra to be brave. He can be brave if he has to be. He just doesn't feel like it right now. ]

I like it.

[ Party stares silently for a second or two, unable to help the shaky smile and scoffy breathless laugh that comes out of his throat.

It's relief, momentary and shapeless as it always is and has been, but it doesn't stop the painful pounding in his chest.

Some part of him wants to run as Kobra approaches him. The part that's screaming this isn't real. But its his broken heart that keeps his feet stuck in place. ]

Y--yeah...

[ He wants to reach for him. God, he wants to grab him by the wrist and pull him into his arms and keep him safe.

God, he just wants him to be real. But he can't be. ]

[ Kobra stops just out of touching distance, looking up at Party. Truthfully, he wants a hug, but he's still trying to look brave, so instead he sniffs and squints up at Party. ]

Where'd you go?

[ He tries to remember to plant his feet so he can look solid for his short stature, but instead he starts grinding one of his oversized boots into the dirt with the effort of keeping still. ]

[ Kobra hasn't been this small for so long. When has he last been shorter than Party? God, what the fuck, what the fuck, what is this.

He can't tell if this warms his heart or breaks it. Maybe both, he doesn't know, he doesn't know anything right now.]

W--whaddya mean?

[When were they this tiny? This young? Feels like forever ago.]

Dunno. You jus'... weren't here is all. Wasn't sure where ya went.

[ And he's not sure where he is, either, but that's not something he should admit. Party can't trust him if he can't even keep track of himself and if Party can't trust him, then he's just a burden on his brother. That's the last thing e wants. ]

I...

[ He isn't sure what that means. He still believes that it's just his fried up brain telling him all the things he did wrong, the people he did wrong by, specially Kobra. Specially his baby brother, who he vowed to protect.

He left. He knows he did. He could stay, he-- he fucked up the whole surviving thing, didn0t he? ]

M' here now.

[ Kobra regards him with question for a moment. He's not sure if Party is being cryptic on purpose or if he's just not catching onto something that he should and he doesn't want to admit that he might be missing something, himself. ]

Okay. Where are we going?

[ ...that was weirdly painless. You know, less of a jab than he expected. It leaves him confused and half scrambling. ]

Huh...I dunno. Where do--you wanna go somewhere?

[ Kobra would be entirely justified to not really understand what the fuck is happening to Party, as he rarely gives way for other people to make the decisions. ]

[ Kobra shakes his head, already used to following Party's lead the way he never follows anyone else's. ]

Wherever you're goin' is good.

[ He hopes he's not making it too obvious that he'd been a little scared by himself. It's been hard for him adjusting to all the changes they've made together, but he doesn't want to be a burden on Party or, worse, force Party to leave him behind, so he has to be good. ]

[ Where he's going...where is he going? He has nowhere to go.

Maybe to the house? But he doesn't want to go back there. He could explore, but he...what's the point?

But he doesn't want to leave him alone. He already wouldn't have done it, but Kobra, looking like that...looking like back then. He's physically incapable for leaving him behind.]

S...yea'--sure. Yea'.

[ They'll just...walk. Yeah, walk, that works. ]

C'mon.

[ With more hesitant glances than necessary, he turns and starts walking. Going anywhere, it's fine.]

[ Kobra scrambles after Party, legs already long for his age, so he doesn't have much of a problem keeping up, even being shorter than Party is used too. Once he catches up, he tries to keep pace next to Party, glancing at his face every few steps like he's not entirely sure what he's seeing.

He stays quiet, though, swinging his arms as they walk and glancing like he thinks he's being subtle. He's not. ]

[ Nowhere to go, nowhere to be, but that's fine, this is fine. This is his life now, this undeath, this being a flesh ghost, this walking with mirages.

He can feel Kobra's eyes on him now and then, and something within Party wants to laugh pitifully at how life like everything feels. How can something so impossible feel so close to real? So close to home?

Makes him wish he could turn too, be a proper teenager again, go back to when things started. Everything was big and terrifying and he felt like he was going to die in his sleep, but nothing had happened yet, and he'd go back to it. He would. He won't be blamed for that vague impossible wish.

The silence is too heavy. He breaks it, awkwardly, just...he wants to pretend. Just for now. ]

Thought about yer colors yet?

[ Kobra looks at Party's hair with a small smile. ]

Thinkin' red's cool.

[ Of course, he still likes the yellow of the old jacket he's wearing now, too. He'll lose it in the coming year in a dustup out in Zone 4, but he doesn't know that yet. The color reminds him of the sun in old pictures, back before he came to regard it as an oppressive force of heat. ]

But yellow's okay, too, if you like red.

Why not both?

[ He doesn't mind sharing it with Kobra. In fact, there's something to the way they're the two loudest and brightest - in color, anyway - of their group. ]

Ain't a bad look.

[ There's something akin to a smile in his face. Sad, but a smile.

He can stay here, for now. ]

test drive meme #28

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