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

[glasshim]

[hope. that's a laugh, but not for the reasons one might expect from him. is he so jaded that he's forgotten what hope feels like? no, never. hope, though clouded, is something that's rooted within him so deeply and so irrevocably that he's not sure he could lose it. hope is what carried him through the murders. hope is what kept him going forward and still keeps him moving even when everything around him is falling apart. if he didn't have hope, he wouldn't have even given Fabletown a chance; he'd still be in somewhere in Europe, hunting in some dark, cold place better left for creatures like him.

hope is a gift. it's also a weapon, and it doesn't have a bias for what side wields it. Bigby has seen people broken by it before, by the false promises it breeds, and he's not too keen on seeing more of it here in a world ruled over by a hungry god who literally thrives off it. it's like expecting an addict looking for a fix to be honest and hold up their end up the bargain (things will work out, guys, really!) when they get it.

he follows Tink's gesture to a fork in the left of the road ahead of them. there's a hollow rattle of metal followed by a clang as a trash can's lid rolls off the top of the bin and clatters somewhere on the street — cute. Bigby's eyes narrow.

tilting his head over in Tink's direction, he beckons her to follow him to his right as he moves in the opposite direction, ducking into an alley. seems logical, right?]

Do you think they can smell us? [it comes at length, and quietly, because he's not sure what these things are capable of and that's what bothers him. they used to be human, right? mundies. but now...] Feels like they're everywhere.

[trybelieving]

[If only the creatures coming after them had any logic left. She's seen some struggle, watched as they tried to fight every dark impulse that took over. They're meant to fail, sadly, which only makes Tinker Bell more determined to help them. There has to be a way to give back what's been taken away. That humanity has to continue to exist somewhere, the people who used to have it are still among them.

As much as she doesn't want to give up on them, Tink knows they have to prioritize survival. They won't be able to help anyone if they can't help themselves out of this situation first. When push comes to shove, she'll fight, but she hopes that she won't need to. Hope can be a lot of things to a lot of people, but to the tinker fairy, it's usually the light that keeps her from falling too far off her path. A weapon for good, at least in her opinion.]

They are. [Everywhere, and growing closer. She knows the feeling of something trying to creep up on her, this time it's many more than one possible problem. It's easier to focus on Bigby than on what's behind them. Taking a deep breath, she steals a moment to word her question.] How do you feel about magic?