Test Drive Meme #6

[hadrielmods]

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 23rd, and apps are open March 1st.

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: BLOBBED
[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.

Watch out as you explore the streets of Hadriel, because you're not alone, and there's always something on the rooftops watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity to separate you from your group and tear you into pieces. This time, the Door has brought in several Blobs, from the similarly titled 1988 movie, The Blob for you meet.

These gelatinous creatures have no weak spots or brains that can be sliced or crushed to kill them. Instead, their only goal is to absorb and dissolve its prey so that it can grow larger. Think that its, er, blob-like form makes it easy to avoid? Think again- it moves faster than one might expect, as shown in its canon 'kill' video here (with a healthy cw warning for gore and 80's movie effects).]

R A G E
SCENARIO TWO: WENDIGONE
[Hey, that snack you found? It might taste a little too familiar. At least you don't have time to worry about accidental cannibalism too much though, because you've now become host to a vengeful wendigo spirit! The transformation will be sped up for the purposes of this test drive, though you can post at whichever point in the change you desire. Want to tear people to shreds? Go for it. Want to try to clutch onto the last few pieces of your humanity? Be our guest!

On the flipside, as someone who is unaffected, you may be trying to arm yourself and take these wendigos head-on... or, you may be trying to figure out a way you can save them, which would involve somehow trapping them on Hope's altar. Think you can handle that?

This is a mini version of our Who What Where Wendigo event this month!]


H O P E

SCENARIO THREE: CARNATION DAY
[You know those moments in high school that everyone used to dread? Where everyone would spend a week or so with the opportunity to buy a carnation or two for someone they like, only for carnation day to come along and dash any hopes and dreams you had of getting a flower from that special someone?

Well, here's your chance to relive that day- but, you know, hopefully make it end a little happier.

In this prompt, some characters will emerge through the Door- or wake up, or just suddenly appear- with carnations clutched in their hands. These flowers can be any color of your choosing, and all have tags on them. They can be addressed to you or to someone else, and in that FROM category? Well, from your secret admirer, of course- or any other character who may or may not have sent it! Here's to hoping they're a good one!]

Comments

[wipedclean]

[It was a strange question, but the soldier was obligated to answer.]

Both.

[They didn't exactly exchange them, though.]

[wipedclean]

[He eyed the weapon. He knew what it was, knew its capability, and very much did not want to be set on fire. He slowly sat down in a hunched crouch, watching Rumlow warily. He could run, hunt others, stalk Rumlow later, but something compelled him to stay.]

[ukase]

And will there be associated meetings?

[He tipped his head, watching the Soldier very closely.]

[wipedclean]

[He hesitated. He could say no, promise here and now he won't meet with Steve again.

But he can't do that. Given the choice--which he knew he didn't really have, but the question presupposed that he did--he would speak to Steve again.]

Most likely.

[ukase]

[They watched each other, which would have been eerie if the Soldier could actually see. He suspected any movements would earn him a one-way ticket to getting torn apart.]

Easy, shark. Kneel.

[wipedclean]

[He snarled softly, but he kneeled, his fingertips resting on the blood-soaked ground.]

[ukase]

[They associated enough with each other to know how the game worked. He was less likely to find a battery and attach it to the Soldier than most handlers or even Pierce.]

I won't forbid you. [He slowly dropped his arms to his sides again. Warning over.] But I want in. A report on your dealings. As long as it doesn't go elicit and you don't divorce our happy little association, you can keep the cute boy.

[ukase]

[Thank the little squid monster they all associated with, the Soldier wasn't completely out of control. He loosened his grip on the flame thrower just a touch.]

You still hungry, little tiger?

[wipedclean]

[He let out a breath, but he didn't relax.

It was more than fair, but still the soldier hesitated. He didn't like having to report his interactions with Steve to Rumlow. But it made sense, and he preferred it to being forbidden to speak to Steve at all.]

Acknowledged.

[wipedclean]

[Something in his head was still hanging on, still recognized Rumlow as his handler, even if the rest of him had gone off the deep end. His mouth twisted into a gross, blood-stained grin full of sharp teeth.

Yes. Yes, he was still hungry.]

[ukase]

[Rumlow nodded his head, satisfied with that response. He used to having the Soldier on a longer leash than most; they had a good working relationship. After all, he didn't need to speak a threat to make certain it was heard.]

And that cute blond doesn't know you're two-timing with me. We don't associate where he can know.

[caerulea]

[ The other person is just a figure to her. Distant and obscured enough she only just barely makes out a person when she calls to them.

It isn't until they answer that she nearly stops mid-step.

She does slow slightly. Nearly to a halt. Her eyes search his face to try to find the flaw in the logic here. What were the chances? Then again, hadn't they all been waiting in De Chima for her when she arrived? Maybe it was the same again. All of them waiting.

The beast crashing over the path behind her reminds her to pick up her pace again. ]

A little while ago. When did you-!? [ She starts then she notices a door close. She doesn't even ask she just shoves him inside, slamming the door behind her and throwing her minimal weight against it to try to keep them closed off. Safe. Hopefully. ]

Please tell me you know what's going on!

[wipedclean]

[The soldier shifted uncomfortably, but he nodded.]

Understood.

[He didn't like it. But if this was the price he had to pay... well. He could pay it. Chances were Rumlow wouldn't want to hear about most of what Steve wanted to talk about anyway, given his reaction to the soldier's earlier report.]

[ukase]

[God, why didn't he have a camera? He needed to save this for prosperity's sake and was denied. Not that he would lift his hands off of the trigger long enough to snap this joyful moment, but he could dream. Everyone needed goals and his just happened to be bigger and better than most.]

On your feet. Head on to six o'clock down the alley. You're going to turn left unless there is someone to the right. You can snack on whomever you find that way, hammerhead.

[ukase]

[That was the best they could do. If Rogers knew they were associated, this could get messy. He wasn't about to put himself in position to have to compete on that scale with the potential for flowers to be exchanged.

Now he needed a plan. Could Rogers die of poison? Maybe well-placed hang-nail...?]

Is that all you have to say?

[caerulea]

[ That was the thing about De Chima: there'd been no Noah. Once there'd been a Noah. Once he'd lived in the same home as them and wandered the same streets as her. Then he'd gotten to go home. None of them ever talked about it, but she was sure they all felt it. There'd been a hole in their home when they'd built it. Something unfinished. A room where a ghost boy should have gone.

So she doesn't expect to find Noah here. She's almost convinced ghost boys are exempt from world travels. And she certainly doesn't stop to consider that the boy before her reminds her of someone she once knew. It's a nagging sensation that makes no sense in another world. Who would she know that she wouldn't recognize instantly?

Apparently someone very important. Someone who'd never had a body to recognize before (or not much of one when she had found it...).

Unlike the first time she found his body, this time there was warmth and firmness where she expected to feel cold and something not quite tangent. An expectation that had sprung up the moment she recognized his voice (that way he said her name). That expectation warred with the reality of him.

Reality won out. She hugged him so tight she feared she might never let go again. ]

Noah? It's really you? You're... different.

[ She leans back a little to look in his face. She touches his cheek without even thinking to stop herself. She's not usually so tactile but... where's his smudge?

Finally: ] Did you get a haircut?

[wipedclean]

[At that he scowled. What else was there for him to say? He had nothing further to report, and Rumlow had clearly laid down the boundaries. The soldier knew what he was allowed now.]

Yes.

[caerulea]

[ It's been less than twenty-four hours since Blue last saw Gansey. Unfortunately, multidimensional travel was about to scuff her knees and bloody her hands as it tosses about her perception of what's possible. Because a Gansey that could have been with her and a Gansey that is here with neither remembering the other? No. Impossible.

Except not improbably apparently.

At first he'd been a blur at the end of the street. Then he was a person. Then he was - ]

Gansey! [ She calls out. There was a time when Blue would have warred with the desire to touch him and her natural need for distance. It was replaced by a time filled with not-dates and silent whispers that spur her to on to hug Gansey tightly like he's the same Gansey she was with less than twenty-four hours ago.

He's not. Not in the same way. But she's allowed five more minutes of believing he is. ]

Did I keep you all waiting again? Just once I'd like to be the first one to the new world.

I'm fine. [ She smiles at him. ] All one piece. Stop worrying. [ How many times has she said that in the past several months? ]

[wipedclean]

[He hissed, which was apparently a sound of agreement, as he stood and headed off in the direction Rumlow ordered. He stalked down the street, turned left, and continued on his way, with no people yet nearby.]

[watashinonamaewa]

[ The whirring of his arm distracts her right away. That free hand shoots down on the bicep of metal, the other going for the baton that moved just at arm's length when she got down to subdue him. She only needs to reach for it. ]

Now would be a really great time to not keep trying to kill me—

[ A pause. Somewhere in the back of her mind is a debate if she could keep the firm hold on him to keep him still, or risk it to get her only weapon. ]

[wipedclean]

[He stirs. He smells her, he feels her holding him down, but he's strong. And he's fast. He is, however, still a little groggy, so when he twists and attempts to shake her off, it's not quite as well as he could at full strength.]

[thetruestbeliever]

[ So his mom is here. One of them, at least. That's a relief, and he's grateful to have her because two heads are better than one and they've always been a good team. So whatever is going on here, he knows they'll figure it out. They always do. Running seems to be the best plan for now, though, and Henry takes off with her, clinging to her hand tightly. There looks to be a good hiding spot up ahead near some large, seemingly abandoned building. ]

Think this'll work?

[watashinonamaewa]

Shit— [ She can use this. At the very edge of his push, her fingertips touch the baton. Except she can't get the hold without letting go of him.

So she lets go in an instant to push herself further from him with a roll. Landing up on a knee, she whips the baton outward in front of her at full voltage. She hopes the sudden sparking sound will remind him what she is capable of with it. ]

Please don't do this.

rage

[areyoulost]

You and that soft heart of yours.

[peter speaks up from behind henry, lounging back against a wall and looking for all the world like he has no intention whatsoever of assisting in this particular endeavor.

but henry knew that already, i'm sure.] It's going to get you into trouble some day. [a beat.] Again.

hope

[areyoulost]

What's wrong, does the color not suit you?

[peter had woken up with his own carnation, a deep purple that had amused him briefly before he'd handed it off to the first person he came across that didn't have one of their own.

they hadn't seemed properly appreciative of his generous gift, perhaps purple hadn't been their color either.]

You do know what yellow means with carnations, don't you?