dankmemes | Test Drive Meme #30

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 March 25th, and apps are open April 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: CHOMP CHOMP
[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.

Or sticking out of that pipe, even. Yes, that's right, the Door seems to have brought in an infestation of piranha plants, which may be familiar to you, since they've been in nearly every Mario game.

Piranha plants are large orb-shaped plants with big ol' teeth, all the better for biting you with. They can't walk around, but their stalks can stretch pretty far, so they'll be perfectly happy to stretch out and bite the heck out of you if you get too close - and some of them are good at hiding. You might not see them until it's too late. Luckily, while the biting is pretty bad, it's just about all they can do. You'll be fine, as long as you keep your distance.]

SCENARIO TWO: THEY'RE COMING TO GET YOU
[You've got a scratchy throat, a little cough, a general feeling of awfulness. It sucks being sick, doesn't it? Maybe you can find someone to get you some juice, or hold your hand, or just be sympathetic to how crappy you feel. After all, no one likes being sick. But how can you know that person is actually trying to help you? They have an untrustworthy look in their eye, and you're pretty sure you just heard them mutter something about leaving your body in a ditch.

Or maybe you're the one trying to take care of a sick friend. You have only the best intentions, but they don't seem interested in cooperating at all. In fact, it seems like they think you're trying to hurt them! What the hell? And here you were trying to be a good person for once. Oh shit - did you just sneeze? This isn't going to end well.

This is a mini version of our Flu Season event this month.]

H O P E

SCENARIO THREE: FONDLY YOURS
[When you stepped out of the house this morning, you found a small bouquet of flowers on the doorstep, just waiting for you. They're just the sort you like - your favorite kind, in fact - so they must be meant for you. But who could they be from?

Of course, there must be someone you wish they were from. A lover, a long-term flirtation, your best friend thinking of you. Or maybe you're hoping for something else: an apology from someone who hurt you, or an olive branch from and enemy. Whoever you're hoping they're from, well - the only way to know is ask, right?

Unless you'd rather leave a secret bouquet for them, instead.]

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"Ser?" He half-chuckles at that. "Oh, I'm not a knight, my lady." And indeed, though he doesn't know it, the strong hint of the North in the way he speaks may go a long way towards explaining that: knights are thin on the ground north of the Neck, in the vast lonely lands where the Old Gods hold more sway than the Seven.

The young woman he's saved from the surprisingly aggressive flower is pretty: around his own age, he thinks, or a little younger, with curling light brown hair, delicate features, a bright smile, and a lively look in her eyes. She wields an unusual sword, a slender, slightly curved blade, and her dress isn't like much he's ever seen before. The women he's known his whole life would have spent their days covered in goose pimples if they'd worn such a gown. Might have been a time when his sister would have liked such a thing, but those days seem to be gone.

Her remark about the salad nearly makes him laugh again, and he holds Longclaw down at his side, so that it doesn't look as if he means to take the woman's head off next.

"They're not the worst I've seen. I don't think they'd make much sport, either, for men who hunt for sport.

"I haven't been here for long myself. Is this your home, my lady?"

[she smiles brightly] Perhaps not, but you came to my aid regardless. It's only right to thank you for it.

[her rescuer is a handsome young man with a Northern accent. the accent makes her worry briefly about what may happen when she identifies herself. she doubts that he has much use for Southron ladies, especially ones who'd been allied with the Lannisters to the eternal grief of House Tyrell.

honestly, had Margaery it to do it over again with foreknowledge of what would eventually come, she'd have told Littlefinger to go to the Seven Hells and either returned to Highgarden or taken Catelyn Stark up on her offer of an alliance. the wealth and power of The Reach would have done Robb Stark a lot of good]

I doubt it as well, though they'd make good practice for those of us who are still learning the sword.

It has been for the past six? No, seven months! [time to reveal who she is, although she's going to forego her title as she doubts they'd go over well] My name is Margaery Tyrell. May I ask your name?

[Margaery Tyrell. Renly's queen, Joffrey's queen, Tommen's queen, the Rose of Highgarden... wasn't that what they called her? She had died in the wildfire explosion at the Great Sept of Baelor -- not far from where his father had been murdered, and not long at all before he himself had been made King in the North and had seen the raven scrolls announcing the disaster, the death of King Tommen, and Cersei's ascension to the throne of six kingdoms. Or five, or four, or perhaps only the Crownlands and the Westerlands and the Riverlands; there's a degree of open chaos south of the Neck.

Only a few moons have turned since then.

He gives her an astonished look, one that wipes the good humor from his face, though it's not replaced with a scowl.

How can he be meeting a dead queen?]

My name is Jon Snow. You're Margaery Tyrell -- of Highgarden? My father was Ned Stark. Sansa Stark is my sister.

[Surely, she must remember Sansa. But if she does, it's likely she'll think of Jon as the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, or maybe not even that.]

Edited 2018-03-26 07:53 (UTC)

[all true. and she's all too aware that she's dead in her homeworld. she's also all too aware that the world has moved on since her death and that there's no going back. she knows that Tommen is dead and that the wretched Cersei Lannister has seized the Iron Throne.

she was expecting that look. actually, she was expecting worse. she was expecting outright condemnation for who and what she is.

he's meeting her because Hadriel has its own magics and mysteries]

Yes, Sansa is a dear friend of mine. In King's Landing and here. And you're Jon Snow? We'd heard in the capital that you'd defeated the Boltons. Cersei was livid. Anything that makes her livid makes me happy.

[of course she remembers Sansa. how could she forget?]

[She doesn't seem bothered or unsettled by his astonishment, and that allows him to master it a little, though he isn't about to tell her the reason for it if she doesn't ask. He's been dead. He doesn't like being reminded of it. And if for some reason she doesn't know... well, that would be another reason not to be telling her.]

Aye, I defeated Ramsay Bolton. If Cersei wanted to keep the North... [She should never have killed my father, or let him be killed.] The Boltons weren't the men to do it. Their rule was too hard, they were [skinning every man who crossed them] -- making the North suffer more than it already had. I'm King in the North now: Cersei isn't too happy about that, either.

[What she'd said registers with him, and he gives her a questioning look.]

Sansa is here? No. I just left her in Winterfell as my regent.

Edited 2018-03-27 10:36 (UTC)

[she's had a long time to get used to the idea of being dead in her homeworld. it doesn't lessen her rage against Cersei for the deed and she can't say for sure what she'd do if Cersei herself arrive here, but she knows. and she has no plans on letting Hadriel be her home forever. there's another world out there she's planning to go to (if possible)]

If Cersei wanted to keep the North, there were many things she could have done differently. Starting with not allowing the death of Eddard Stark and ending with not making the Boltons Wardens of the North. If she wanted to thoroughly alienate one of the Seven Kingdoms on purpose, she couldn't possibly have done a better job, though I doubt that The Reach took well to the deaths of me, my father, and my brother. And I wish you success as King in the North.

[she shakes her head]

No, Sansa is here. She's been here at least as long as I've been.

[His shoulders sag a little in relief: he doesn't have to be the one to tell her of how she died. His relief covers his surprise that she's so accepting of it, and he nods in hesitant, shaky agreement with what she's saying.

He remembers waking up on a table, shocked and trembling and chilled. And he remembers that it had been his duty to execute his killers, but there had been a bit of grim satisfaction in it, too, and the knowledge that no one else who'd ever been murdered had had the same chance, except in tales of vengeful ghosts.

Cersei was livid. Anything that makes her livid makes me happy. And Sansa's words about the Lannister queen: Everyone who's ever crossed her, she's found a way to murder.]

The Reach didn't take well to it. House Tyrell -- your grandmother -- backs Daenerys now. Balon Greyjoy's children back her, too, and Tyrion Lannister, and Oberyn Martell's children.

[As to Sansa... if a woman who died months ago is here -- if he is here, come to think of it -- it isn't totally unreasonable that his sister might have been here for a time too. Strange, but possible.]

Is my sister well? And are there any others here -- my father, my brothers?

[He neither looks nor sounds hopeful on that last score, because he doesn't let himself.]

[she's had over seven months to come to terms with her death. to be frank, she's still not entirely there yet. her desire for revenge against Cersei Lannister is a nearly all-consuming thing.

she remembers waking up here, face-first on the ground with massive beetles surrounding her. she remembers meeting Ikaruga and of course Matt. now both gone, leaving holes where they left her behind. but she's determined to find a way to Matt's world and leave Westeros behind forever.

the worst part was, Margaery knew that something was terribly wrong. she did all she could to convince the High Sparrow of the danger, but the ignorant fool was blind to the danger and so they all died]

I'm proud of my grandmother for doing so. She will not let us go unavenged. But am I hearing right? A Lannister has turned his cloak? I suppose it's not that much of a surprise, given the way he was treated by Cersei.

[Hadriel has its own magics. time seems to be able to be bent to its will]

She's very well. She has many friends and protectors. As for your father and your brothers. . . I'm sorry to say that none of them have been here, at least to my knowledge. Arya was here for a time, though.

[at least she has some good news for him?]

Test Drive Meme #30

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