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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.]
Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III ¤ Critical Role
[Planar hopping isn't a new thing, really. Hell, expecting to be turned into monster food when planar hopping isn't really a new thing. It really says something that at this point in his life, Percival just isn't all that surprised by much.]
[(It can still happen. But giant, round, obvious plants with teeth aren't going to do it.)]
[The first plant that makes a grab for him gets a jump back out of wariness that probably a lot of people would recognize as someone who's gotten into his fair share of fights, and after that he's simply more wary than anything as he searches for more, for a way out, for any understanding of any of what's going on here. For the moment he leaves his guns holstered, the rifle slung across his back very big and very obvious and very much not the proper weapon here, drawing his sword instead and using the tip to poke into various places where shadows lurk and they could be laying in wait. There's only a limited number of bullets he has with him and no indication of when he'll be able to craft more, after all, and the plants don't seem to want to show themselves without direct bait anyway. As he warily moves and pokes with his blade, he can't help but speak to himself about... this whole planar mess.]
This seems almost petty in the grand scheme of things - these are annoyances, not threats.
( Three )
[So, hope is dead. Or at least, it is for him, for the most part. Never the most optimistic in his family, everything he's been through has turned Percy into one of those people that always expects the worst to happen and is more often than not proven right in his assumptions (even if it's partially by his own hand). He's seen good, but so far he hasn't seen it outweigh the bad; at least, not for him. So when he sees the bunch of flowers across the doorstep - a very artfully done bouquet of blue violets, lily of the valley, yellow rosebuds, and purple larkspur - his first thought is to wonder who dropped it. After all, there's no way it could be for him.]
[Percival watches the flowers blankly for two seconds, then shrugs a little and bends to pick them up, noticing that for something that was dropped there's very little damage to the flowers themselves.] I suppose it can't hurt to put you in water until whoever lost you comes back to claim you. And you're not to tell Keyleth that her habit of speaking to plants is starting to rub off on me.
one!!
[ Seriously, what the hell is up with the giant murderplants. Hugh's having a little bit of a time with them, obviously unarmed and low-key panicking; one already managed to snap at him and take half his sleeve with it, and the only reason it didn't get half an arm too was because it grabbed the prosthetic one. There are teeth marks in the gold paint. Who thought plants with teeth were a good idea?
Whoops, guy with guns and a sword, just. Gonna sidle up to Percy's side, although he's at least got the dignity not to cling. ]
What's the plan? [ A beat. ] I'm assuming and desperately hoping you have one.
o7
[Thank you for not clinging. That would be very bad.]
My plan is to find the exit, if it exists, and make one if it doesn't. And as for your- [Mid-sentence he lunges out in the direction that Hugh isn't huddled behind him in, sweeping down with his sword in an overhand strike and hearing the almost sick, wet thump as the blade buries itself in another bulbous red-and-white head that had just started to peek out of its hiding place.] -first question, [His voice is almost a grunt as he wrenches the sword free, then continues on the path he'd been on before Hugh attached himself to him.] these are better than many things I've seen. They can't move beyond their tethers, and they have to stay hidden to ambush their prey. Remaining in any vaguely open space should prevent any attacks from this kind of fiend, at least.
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[ Not a question, just kind of impressed. Hugh's not total dead weight, at least; when Percy brings his blade down on that plant, Hugh ducks out of his way and scans for any others that might be waiting for them to stumble into reach. ]
Seems like a serviceable enough plan. Quick question: you don't happen to have a light, do you? [ Whatever that's about, he doesn't say; he's too busy tearing a strip of tattered material off the sleeve of his jumpsuit, winding it around his hand. ] Second question: how did we get here? Usually when I deal with other dimensions, I don't end up dumped into some random location.
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Sorry, I've gotten out of the habit of carrying a firestarter. [That's just what happens when one's best friend is a druid who can light her hands on fire. Given some time and him tinkering with some of the stuff in his bag, he could probably produce a flame, but it's not something he wants to do in the middle of bitey-plant-land.] That's another question I'd like the answer to. This doesn't resemble any plane I've ever read about, unless it's possibly some obscure Hell that isn't spoken of much. On top of that, I don't recall trying to Planeshift at all before suddenly being here. [And considering the trouble he had coming back from the Feywild, that fact bothers him more than he's letting show.]
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[ Or just a weird life, which - hey, he can't exactly talk, but the guy looks entirely too comfortable with things trying to eat him. ]
And this isn't Hell, I know that much. If it were-- [ Yep, here's what he was looking for! It's a flask, and whatever's inside sloshes when he shakes it. ] --I wouldn't still have this on me.
[ The smell is downright noxious. It's basically vaguely potable rocket fuel, and as he stuffs that stray strip of cloth in the mouth of the bottle, he starts patting himself down for a lighter.
His awesome amazing super smart idea to help out is to set things on fire. Of course. ]
!!!! one!!
Of course, he knows Percy, so there's a bit of a dodge back, just in case he lashes out with the sword — but Vax is going to stare at him disbelievingly, and it'll take a moment before: ]
Freddy? Is that really you?
Hey bro! :D
[The very familiar sword he's brandishing is indeed spun and slashed at Vax on instinct - instinct which is thankfully averted just enough to send the slash wide to the right when Percy realizes exactly who's just grabbed him. That voice and that armor are completely unmistakable.]
Vax! [The relief in that name is palpable, and Percy straightens from his fighter's crouch, dragonslayer longsword dangling next to his leg.] Thank gods - what in all the hells happened? Have you found anyone else?
hello, brother!! welcome to the afterlife :D
Gods, you have no idea how good it is to see you, Percy. I wish I could tell you what happened, but I still have no idea.
[ Movement catches the corner of his eye over Percy's shoulder, and Vax twists in time to pull Percy out of the way of the fast-approaching plant. He doesn't have a dagger in hand, but he manages to land a pretty solid punch — and watches as it rockets back to where it's sprouted out of the ground over five feet away. ]
We have to get out of here. I don't know what these are, but I'm beginning to hate them. [ A motion toward where the gates are, and he takes off in that direction. ] And — I saw Keyleth a little while ago, but lost track of her. Have you found anyone else?
oh gods he hopes not, his afterlife is terrible and filled with demons chewing on him
We'll have to investigate, there must be some way to locate the others and find some sort of a-
[Ah, rogues. Always so impetuous. But for all Vax can be sliiightly on the ridiculous side of charging into danger, when there's actually trouble afoot, Percy knows damn well to pay attention to him. Vax's twitch and the look in his eye give Percy just enough warning to not fight what comes, and he rolls with the yank instead of fighting it, just barely avoiding the teeth that snap at the edge of his cloak. Vax is able to fend it off without needing his help, but Percy steps back in front of him, sword at the ready, just in case it decides to strike again.]
Compared to what we've seen, these feel like a day in the park - a malicious and carnivorous park, but still a park. But no, this is not some place I want to linger if we can help it. [And there goes Vax again, taking off in the direction of what seems to be the exit. Percy of course follows, sword still at the ready.] No one yet - should we get out or should we keep looking?