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Test Drive Meme #6
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!]
sansa stark | game of thrones
[ Sansa comes to on the ground, still dressed in her clothes from Joffrey's wedding. Her hair is starting to come loose from the braids but that is the least of her concerns. She honestly isn't sure what she is staring at. It looks... wet. And lumpy. Like nothing she has ever seen. She almost thought it could be some sort of bloody mass of a creature but it's not red. And the sounds it makes are simply awful. Like wild dogs tearing into flesh.
She gets up on her feet, swaying some before she's taking steps away from whatever it was. When she turns to move away further, Sansa stops, eyes widening. Where...? This was not King's Landing. Or anywhere in Westeros.
But she doesn't have long to dwell on it. The sounds from the blob are getting closer and she looks behind her before letting out a startled noise and breaking into a run. It isn't moving particularly fast but she's not inclined to let it catch up to her. She isn't sure where she can go but she just keeps running away from it, hiking her dress up so she can't trip on it. It's when she's starting to get tired and still not sure where she can go, if anywhere here is safe, that she finally yells out, ]
Help! Please!
or
( hope )
[ Waking up to flowers was one of the more pleasant things Sansa has experienced. At least initially. The tags on the flowers and new environment leave her beyond confused. Slowly, she will get to her feet and see she is still in her dress from the wedding. That leaves her even more puzzled. She takes a few of the flowers with her, not really wanting to leave them.
As she walks along the street, looking for anything familiar, her hands are idly tying some of the carnation stems together, almost like she were trying to make a flower crown. She had made some for Marcella back when her father was still alive. Right now, it was an oddly comforting thing in this dark, eerie place. ]
fear
They'd need a damn flame-thrower to deal with this mess. Or a squadron of TIE fighters.
Unfortunately, this also seems to be the time the gods have chosen to drag the new batch of recruits through the Door.
Perfect timing, really. Probably by design. They're certainly getting people emotional. Maketh stares down from the balcony she's sitting on, and sighs. There's a civilian down on the street, calling for help. The gods must be hungry again. She pushes herself upright and makes a piercing wolf-whistle - loud enough that it almost hurts her own ears. Another trick from the Academy.]
Girl! Over here!
[The building she's hiding out in happens to be unoccupied, with little more than dust inside, but it has stairs and a few bunches of rubble that can be climbed to reach other, safer places, and then collapsed afterwards. Maketh dusts off her jacket and goes down to the ground floor to meet the girl. The monsters don't move very fast, but that hardly means they can be underestimated - nothing about this place is kind.]
no subject
When she's close to what seems to be the entrance, her voice sounds ragged from her panting, ]
Hello? Is anyone--anyone there?!
no subject
[Maketh lingers by the entrance, ready to pull some of the larger chunks of rubble down after the girl clears the door. Maybe this particular monster isn't very fast, but she's not ready to count on its failure to understand doorknobs just yet.
The stairs ought to slow it down a little, nonetheless.
Maketh grabs the girl by the arm and hauls her forward when she fails to move fast enough. Normally she'd be kinder or at least polite, regardless of the situation, but not today. She's in a mood, and not prepared to deal with anything less than military fucking precision. It's the wendigos and this newest horror and everything in between - Maketh has run all her patience to the ground. She's got none left to give. Her temper is the only thing still standing.
It's a small barricade that Maketh pulls down to the ground with a mighty crash, but it will have to do. Maketh lets go of the girl's arm, almost as an afterthought.]
Are you hurt?
[It comes out in a bark, a tone that demands answers. Maketh sizes the girl up - red hair, a dress that would have done the opulence of the Old Republic proud, and a face that strikes her as incredibly young.]
no subject
She turns her head away from the crash, trying to pull away from it and the grip on her. She looks over at the other girl, staring before shaking her head. ]
No, I... I don't think so.
[ She eyes the rubble, ]
Will that stop it?
no subject
About how one would expect a civilian to react.
Maketh's face softens slightly.]
That ought to slow it down. I'm going to take you to high ground. All right?
[Maketh doesn't comfort people. She commands soldiers and sometimes she barks orders at civilians during unfortunate moments and they do as they're told and most of the time they survive. But the part in between that - well. She hopes the girl won't cry. Maketh has no protocol for crying civilians.]
My name is Maketh. Okay? We're going to move now.
[She points at the stairs. Another floor up there's a makeshift walkway that they can take to the next Spire, which is better fortified.]
hope
Except not quite a life, because she is always conscious that she must remain no one, from nowhere, even when the small, forbidden part inside herself that is still Arya Stark wants to burst through. The other people here know her as Nymeria, but lately, that doesn't even feel right anymore.
Arya didn't expect today to be out of the ordinary. Day-to-day life can be pretty quiet if you know what you're doing, and Arya is acclimated to this place. Which is why she's beyond shocked when she sees what has to be a ghost, wearing a beautiful dress that's outshone only by her beautiful auburn hair. Even from behind, Arya would recognize that figure anywhere. It's Sansa.
But it can't be, because Sansa is dead or a traitor, and no one has no sister. Arya just stands in the street, dumbfounded, before working up the courage to speak. Arya's voice shakes out of fear and uncertainty. What if that's not Sansa? What if that is? ]
Are -- are you real?
no subject
Are you?
[ She covers her mouth, choking out, ]
Arya.
[ This couldn't be real. it was simply another dream she would wake up from. ]
no subject
Arya doesn't move at first, not until Sansa asks her question. Then, Arya shakes her head. She's not properly real because she isn't a proper person, but how does she say that? Sansa is supposed to be a stranger. It'd be easier if Sansa were a stranger. ]
I'm not --
[ Arya can barely get out the words. There's so much guilt, so much fear there. ]
-- Arya isn't --
[ Arya hangs her head, and chokes: ]
She's gone.
no subject
Then who is it that stands before me if not my-
[ She swallows so hard her throat clicks, ]
If not my sister? My little, wild sister.
[ Always so wild and free. ]
no subject
She's chewing her lip again. Arya stops that, wishing she could kick the habit already. She takes a deep breath, figuring the only thing she can do right now is answer Sansa's questions as best she can. ]
I had to stop --
[ Arya's breath hitches, but after a moment, she keeps on going. ]
I couldn't be her anymore. Her name is no longer mine.
fear
Not that he's much good himself in this fight. Sword and shield do little against the creature that only magic seems to damage, and Dorian is with the Inquisitor.
He's about to mentally assess this block as cleared when he hears it, the call for help. The strange shape of the buildings here makes for stranger echoes, but he's gotten used to these streets now. Making a shortcut through an alleyway, Rainier finds Sansa, sees the creature behind her giving chase. He matches her pace easily, taking her hand that's not occupied by keeping her dress from tripping her so she doesn't fall behind, his own grip steady and sure.]
With me, nothing's going to hurt you!
[It won't be easy losing it what with them being the only targets, but Rainier also knows these streets better than it now, too, and he's ready to carry Sansa if he's got to.]