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

[dogsanddaughters]

[Miriam hums under her breath, considering her options. Sticking with Irisa seems like a good idea for now. It's always nice to have scary friends. Now just to seal the deal...]

Can I stay with you? I have grenades. I'll share if you keep us safe.

[tishinka]

[Irisa stares at her for a moment. Who gave this kid grenades? A knife or a gun she could understand, but grenades? That seems a like overkill.]

Why do you have grenades?

[dogsanddaughters]

[Miriam shrugs, nonchalant.] 'cause. You want 'em or not?

[unfollowing]

[For someone so classy, Emily really does swear a lot. She's not sorry, though. Just college kid things.]

Magic.

[She's serious.]

Fear did it, if Hope is to be believed.

[hellwhip]

[Again, she doesn't so much as flinch, instead narrowing her eyes, and folding her arms over her chest, sizing up the girl in front of her. How much to reveal about herself...]

Spells can always be broken.

[tishinka]

[That just makes it even more suspicious but they could end up being useful.]

I'm assuming if you have them you know how to use them. Hold onto them. I have my knives.

[dogsanddaughters]

[Miriam just beams at her.] But you can throw further than I can.

[Probably. Maybe. Miriam has bird arms. She scrambles up, fluffing Barnaby's ears. He makes a doggy sigh.] But probably only throw them at big things? 'cause they've got thermite in them, and it burns like crazy.

[watashinonamaewa]

[ She's already pinned this kid for the stubborn type with how well he took her weapon. It meant he really intended to carry out whatever careless kid-idea he had. The least she could do is make sure he doesn't get himself killed. Or worse. Side-kick is her part-time job, after all. ]

Mm. It doesn't hurt though. [ And a small gesture to start moving. ] We should talk on the way.

I'm Cibo.

[watashinonamaewa]

[ Once he's breathing, she lets go. It's amazing that he had the air in his lungs to sprint the way he did. If she weren't careful, he'd probably get himself killed. She smiles though. He's pretty funny. ]

The way I came is clear for now. We'll head back that way.

[ She nods the direction and starts walking. ]

Just don't go running off, alright?

[ethicalproblems]

Trust me, I’ve seen enough horror movies to know that proper use of the buddy system is essential.

[ Splitting up never goes well. Even if the person you’re teaming up with may or may not be real. He’s still shaky on that point. Which means it's time to probe a little. ]

Have you been here long? You seem... remarkably not freaked out.

[watashinonamaewa]

[ She's never seen a horror movie. Then again, she's lived one all her life. Seems like they had some useful advice that might help her keep him alive. ]

Only woke up here a couple hours ago. I come from somewhere pretty similar to this so this is pretty typical for me.

[ Not something she particularly wants to bring up with how skittish this guy seems to be. Just keeping the details on the down-low until they get a little more comfortable. ]

And you are remarkably freaked out, which means you're a perfectly normal human being.

[ukase]

[The corner of his lip curled in a small smirk. He reached out to smooth at the Soldier's uniform.]

Nip and tuck the attitude. We're a team. Never forget it.

[starspangled]

[Steve's been accused of not liking change either, and there's some truth to it. Things changed a lot while he was under, and a lot of it wasn't for the better in his opinion.]

Was it a good story? [He asks gently.] Did you tell it to me?

[ukase]

[He jogged his way along until he heard the first sounds of screaming that was abruptly cut off again. He slowed himself to walking as he approached the newest kill, as messy and thrilling as the last two. The Soldier had never particularly claimed hunger often, so to watch the little bastard feast was both disgusting and educational.

Those teeth were a bit too close to a shark's mouth by his measure. He fingered the trigger, aware that he could cut his losses while the Soldier was distracted. He'd have to explain it to Pierce if he ever got out of this place, but no one wanted a rabid weapon. Just look how Rogers slipped the leash even with an entire organization tracking like bloodhounds.]

[starspangled]

The god's name is Hope?

[That seems...convenient. Still, he has enough experience with gods to know that they're not all bad. They're a lot like regular people, just with a meaner swing.]

I've got the only weapon I need. [Steve glances down to his shield, which by definition isn't a weapon at all, but he knows how to be creative. And he's sensing a theme with these Gods. Just going by the names alone, Rage is the first one that worries him. But he knows that fear can be just as dangerous.

He huffs softly at that last bit of information and gives her a slight smile.]

It's not always permanent where I'm from either.

[In its own way. Steve should be dead. He thought Bucky was too.]

Did you find out from personal experience?

[ukase]

[It wasn't the first time he had fought Rogers, though the details of the last few were hazy at best. He simply found that his thoughts were invaded by the need to win regardless of the cost to himself or anything that happened to get in his way on this. The need to kill, maim, and sink his face into hot wet flesh was pounding along his limbs.

The recognition, the pairing of revenge with murder was too sweet to ignore. It drove him to a recklessness that bordered on suicidal. There had always been a thrill in combat, taking a hit and giving as good as he received.

His claws rake the shield's surface before his elongated fingers curl around the edge of the shield as he passed to alter his momentum back the way that he had come. He could smell his target, so familiar and righteous. His back hit the wall, but he was already doing everything to shove the blond away so that he could crawl up and over the shield to the meatbag behind it.]

[starspangled]

Hydra?

[There's surprise in his voice. After tracking down von Strucker, Steve doesn't think that they're a threat anymore. (He really should know better by now, cut off one head...) But something else is bothering him.]

Buck...what's the last thing you remember before this?

[wipedclean]

[He hisses softly and then steps back.]

The bridge. I pulled Sitwell out of the car and killed him. Then we went after you.

[wipedclean]

[He huffed softly but looked away and down, properly abashed.]

No, sir.

[He wouldn't forget. He was HYDRA's thing, and therefore Rumlow's to command.]

[wipedclean]

[Three people dead and still the soldier wasn't sated. He turned at the noise of Rumlow approaching, enough to prove to him that he knew he was there.

But his obedience had reached its limit. He snarled back at him, and then with a burst of inhuman, unnatural speed, the soldier darted away, disappearing among the buildings. He was done with being a pet.]

[ukase]

[Rumlow had been in the 'industry' long enough to have learned a thing or two about making bombs, but he was trying to avoid the possibility of getting drawn directly into the conflict. As it was, he would be content with gasoline and a questionable lighter, though he supposed rubbing two sticks together could eventually work. It seemed impractical with how quickly that thing moved.

Quick and dirty was the way he thought this was going to go.

He wasn't expecting anyone else to get involved quite frankly. Humans as a general rule were all a bunch of herd-bound cowards that looked out for number one over all else save in a select few circumstances. So when some young woman stomped her way over, he turned his head to regard her with a half-lidded look.]

Could you stomp a little louder? I don't think it heard you or felt the vibrations of your flat feet slapping the pavement.

[Of course, if she was really offering to be effective, he would take the assistance. She looked like her dog had more grit than she did. He flexed his hand against his hip and shrugged.]

You actually have thermite or are you pulling my leg?

[ukase]

[Rumlow nodded his head, pulling the red carnation from behind his ear and twirling it between two fingers.]

Good. Now you're dismissed.

[mismanagement]

So he says. But it's a simple matter, to give someone a name and expect it to mean something.

[Like naming yourself a god in the first place, really.

Not that she has a better term to give Steve at the moment. Just what has been said before.

That shield must be more versatile than it looks, Maketh thinks. Though it's not the strangest weapon she's come across. If someone with a sword can stand against a gunship and win, then surely a shield can serve a similar function. Either way, Steve isn't carrying a blaster. That means he's confident enough just with the shield. He doesn't strike Maketh as a stupid man, therefore he's skilled and she's been given no reason to doubt him yet.]


Really? [She sounds vaguely interested in that, watching him curiously.] There are rumors of it in my home, but they are almost always tricks of some kind.

[Hoaxes for some greater end.

It is not the case here. Maketh tightens her jaw.] Yes. An act I don't intend to repeat.

[ukase]

[Well fuck, there went his blooded shark through the streets. He certainly wasn't about to give chase for the purpose of trying to recapture, not when he approached what was left of the latest meal. He would clearly simply have to follow the death and destruction or avoid it completely.

Rooftops seemed like a better survival option. He always liked higher ground.]

[wipedclean]

Yes, sir.

[He looked at Rumlow for a moment, as if unsure of whether or not he could really go, then he turned and started off.]