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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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They call me The Kobra Kid an' I'm kinda a big deal.
[ His lip quirks, like he's proud of himself for putting it out there like that. He's still figuring out how to present himself, but he thinks he did a pretty good job this time. ]
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..the fuck you ain't.
[It's an instinctual response, the venom tempered by confusion. Kobra was tall, blonder and older. And Girl couldn't, or rather she refused to, imagine this place bringing in the Killjoys as children. Mostly because she herself couldn't imagine any of them as anything but the vaguely 'adult' sense she'd gotten of them from her own childhood.]
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[ Now he's got his hands on his hips, voice getting an angry edge to it that no kid should have cause for. ]
The fuck are you to tell me who I ain't? Come say that to my face and tell me how you like it!
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[Her voice rises in answer, her's edged with hysteria. Girl squares herself, jaw set. It's like Val all over again, but this time she's not faced off with someone who terrifies her.]
You don't got any right to take his name! What the hell is with you people thinkin' these things are up for grabs? Find your own!
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[ Party would tell him if he wasn't. Kobra would know. His name is special because he picked it out himself. ]
An' I don't know ya and I bet Party doesn't neither!
[ He pulls out his little knife, holding it between them defensively. ]
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[She spits the word like venom, fury in her eyes. One hand reaches back for her bag; Girl's not found any weapons yet but she's collected rocks and shiny bits, and she knows a good throw is just as effective to knock a body over.
The second name gives her pause, confused by the audacity the child has.]
You don't know Party. You think I'm stupid? You're too young to be out of the City for a hot minute and tryin' to act like you woulda met? I ran with the Joys, don't try to give me shit 'bout which one of us knew 'em.
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[ By the end of his rant, he's spitting and his eyes are welling up with tears. Yeah, he's only been out in the Zones for a little while, but that's not anyone's business but his. ]
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[She laughs, a hollow sound fueled by shock. Claiming to be Party's brother? It's ridiculous, it's disrespectful, it's-
Confusing. How many greenhorns knew that about Party and Kobra? She didn't think the City taught their kids much about the relationships between the photos on wanted posters. And sure, the Killjoys were legendary in the Zones, but she couldn't remember any of the DJ's confirming blood ties in their late night quips about the boys' exploits.
So what was this kid playing at, co-opting Kobra's life?]
I suppose you're gonna tell me you know all the Fabulous Killjoys too, huh? Survived the Analogue Wars? Met the Dr. D? [She scoffs, anger muted by her confusion and the reminder of deep seated grief.] Ain't no bully. I'm not the one tryin' to steal someone's life. Kobra was one of the best runners that ever lived. Stood for something that mattered, even when it cost everything. And you can't even show a damn bit of respect for that.
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I'm the only Kobra Kid. Woulda told me if I wasn't.
[ What if he isn't, though? Party would be so disappointed in him, wouldn't he? He's supposed to be original, right? The doubt is written plainly on his face. ]
Tell me 'bout the guy who's takin my name!
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Don't go actin' like you didn't know. What's left of the damn world knows who he is, who they were.
[There might not be any respect left, but their names had lived on in infamy.]
Kobra Kid. Skinny tech head? Karate kickin' drac ass all over the Zones? Brains of the fab four? Guy who's name you went and stole? You didn't bother to learn a thing 'bout him before yankin' his title?
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[ His knuckles are white around the knife now, rage taking over his face. This was a problem to control in the City, but he doesn't have to worry as much anymore. No one's going to take him away for being bad. ]
I picked my name. Me! Ain't nobody gonna fuckin' tell me who I am, 'specially not some gutter punk who thinks she knows more 'n me. The fuck you think you are?!