dankmemes | Test Drive Meme #29

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 February 21st, and apps are open March 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: FRACTURED FUTURE?
[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 Door has decided to bring in some monsters who already have a taste of what it's like to win their war. Welcome to the Risen, from the Fire Emblem franchise!

Risen are reanimated corpses, dedicated to obeying their master's will. While they have some form of sentience, they cannot be dissuaded from their goal and attack all who oppose them with a singleminded desire to execute their purpose, which unfortunately for you is "killing indiscriminately". Still, they're not all bad and some of them may even be relieved to finally be put to death. Have fun!]

T R A N Q U I L I T Y

SCENARIO TWO: ONLY THE GOOD STUFF
[Tranquility has decided to take over Hope's food supply regimen and- well, if anyone thought he was a self righteous hipster before, this is probably what's going to seal the deal. All the food provided in the shops is now extremely vegan-only, from basic lettuce to the most bland fruit you can stand to look at.

None of it even tastes like anything, either- it's all like you're eating water. Maybe to Tranquility, this is a feast, but for you, it's difficult to register that you're even full. Better start prepping those salt mines- it's gonna be a long month.]

R A G E

SCENARIO THREE: YANDERE LIFE
[Unfortunately for you, you came at a time when Rage was very unhappy with everyone- and now you get to suffer for it. Is there anyone who catches your eye? Anyone who you might want to get to know a little better? Well, you're about to get to know them a lot better, because now you're obsessed with them.

It's not the innocent kind of obsession, either- this is a full speed ahead, breakdown, pull out the knives and rope kind of obsession, where your desire to be near someone is synonymous with stalking, being a creep, and overall just not really anything remotely approaching healthy.

Better look out and hope that nobody gets a crush on you either.

This is a mini version of our Kiss me Kill me event this month.]

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Ivar glares at Edgar suspiciously for a moment, like he's had a lot of experience getting laughed at by strangers and has to actively decide that's not what this is. The line of his shoulders relaxes slightly once the moment passes and he looks Edgar over from head to toe.

He's like nothing Ivar's ever seen either.

"They do for now," he boasts. Even being stranded in an alternate dimension won't stop Ivar from plotting to rob them all absolutely blind, of course. If Christians are good for one thing, it's having great hoards for him to raid. "Who are you?" Not big on manners, this one.

It's really two different worlds meeting.

Edgar let's the other person's gaze wash through him while posing against the table calmly. He, too, scans him with his own eyes before pushing himself up and moving next to him. They're almost at the same height when standing next to each other, Edgar is only beaten by few inches. He's clean and slender but there are still slight traces of childhood roundness in him -- he's clearly had easy, aristocratic life while the other person.. not so much.

The lack of manners doesn't bother him a bit, in fact it only pings his interest even more. "I'm Edgar," he says while offering his hand to shake even though he doesn't really expect him to take. "I come from London. You, on the other hand, look like a northerner. What's your name?"

London. A Christian, then, obviously. He must be, this Edgar, for aren't they all over there?

He isn't dressed like any Christian that Ivar has ever seen though. He hasn't raided London (yet), but surely it's not that different from the rest of England. He should clearly find out more about the place: port towns always make for fine targets, no matter how small, and he does want to conquer England. All of it. Every last inch.

"Ivar the Boneless," he answers, which he feels is enough of a confirmation that yes, he's a northman, and then after an almost-uncomfortable moment of leaving Edgar hanging he reaches up to return the handshake. He grasps Edgar by the forearm instead, though: the version of the gesture he's familiar with. He's wearing a clearly custom leather gauntlet made to protect his palm rather than the fine bones on the top or the knuckles, but even so it's clear that his hands are mostly calluses with a few fingers sprinkled on top. A result of dragging himself across the ground by his palms for most of his life. "I've never been to London." He smiles, sharp, like a hungry wolf might smile if they were prone to that sort of thing. "Tell me about it."

It's actually a good thing that he goes for his forearm instead of a hand. Now Edgar doesn't have to pretend and try to regulate his body temperature. Ivar shouldn't be able to feel the icy coldness of his skin through the layer of clothes. He returns the gesture and grabs his forearm with his hand as well, giving it a quick but a firm squeeze.

"Boneless," he repeats as he withdraws his hand. Quite harsh nickname if you ask him -- although it's not like he can't imagine where it comes from. The blue eyes gives another brief yet interested look at the crutches. They look old, just like everything about him, but still the design behind them appears to be close to what he saw during his time. It makes him wonder even more from which time Ivar is actually from.

"What about it?" What is there to say about London. A lot actually but as long he can't figure out the historical point. "The weather's never too good, the city's very crowed with a people. Sometimes it reminds me more of an ant nest than anything else. People, however, are quite positive. They look into future and believe in their own power to change it. New thinkers and inventions bloom every year and myths die." Which is actually the reason why Edgar felt comfortable with returning to the place over and over again. People wanted to bury the scary stories of monsters and ghosts under their brilliance and new technology. It kept him safe.

"Why do you ask, Ivar the Boneless?"

Huh. All that makes it sound like an interesting place on its own merit, and certainly stranger than the rest of England. But it's all very philosophical, very vague.

Only, he does enjoy his myths. He wants to be a myth, someday. Like his famous father.

"Bad weather? Are there very many storms?" How well is it defended, he wants to know. How many ships do they have? Are there walls around it, how tall? How rich? Are the people there fighters, or fishermen? But Edgar's follow up question has him thinking about ways to be more sly in his questioning. Even if he doesn't react to the presence of a Northman in the way that Ivar has come to expect from Christians, surely all but a deaf man would be able to hear the whys of his asking. "Maybe I'm simply a curious man, Edgar." He gives Edgar the extremely well-practiced innocent face of a youngest brother who spent a lifetime delighting in giving his older siblings hell and getting away with it. "And I do enjoy traveling." A filthy lie. There is nothing good about traveling as a cripple.

He's not sure what to think of the change in Ivar's expression. As convincing as it looks he still doesn't buy it right away without any doubts. But then again, whether he's being sincere or not matters very little to him.

"There is a blinding fog," or rather there was a fog. At the turn of century it had started to cease from existing. "But whatever I can tell is very little use to you. If any of us ever get lucky enough to get away from here you should go see it for yourself. Although if I were you I'd set course somewhere else. Especially if you are trying to avoid Christians."

Fog... certainly a clever deterrent. A fog can be either a gift or a curse, Ivar knows: the element of surprise is a bladed weapon sharpened at both ends, nobody is safe from it.

And besides, experience has made Ivar... not a great big fan of sailing through unfavorable conditions. Like blinding fog.

He is distracted for a moment from considering any of that, though, and gestures around them. "You think we will be here forever?" It's not his fate to be here, he stubbornly believes. He'll meet his death in a very different place, and even gods can't stand in the way of destiny. "What have you heard?"

"Undoubtedly nothing that you wouldn't have either." It's a shame but Edgar hasn't been able to hear anything about the place aside from the Gods no matter how much he had tried to listen and look. He doesn't know anything about exit and trusts that this man doesn't either. He must be new like him -- why else would he be surprised after seeing the state of food supply.

"You ask awfully lot of questions, boneless. But hardly say anything about yourself." He's been to north several times and learned their language. In his memory the people up in Sweden and Norway were Christians, even if protestants and not even the paupers had dressed the quite same way as he. The question is: has he abandoned god as well or worship something different. "You hate Christians and love meat. Is there anything more to you than that?"

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