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

[ukase]

[He'd tapped on computers with more romantic sense then the Winter Soldier, at least when not ordered to specifically be romantic for mission parameters. That was a sight to see, but it wasn't the kind of undercover mission that happened anymore. Damn shame that.

He ignored the carnation with his name on it and instead lifted the crown of multicoloured carnations and settled it on the Soldier's head. One of those tags actually had the Soldier's code name on it. He fussed with it until he had it settled evenly and then patted himself down in search of his Starkphone.]

Now all we need is a kitten and this would be the best Valentine's Day card to send a few people.

[wipedclean]

[That made even less sense. The soldier looked up at the crown, his brow furrowed with confusion, but he made no complaint against his handler.]

I don't understand.

[He said it simply, a point of fact, not a complaint or argument.]

[ukase]

[Yeah, yeah, it wasn't an order and it wasn't a mission. He knew the confusion was all apart of that, or at least he assumed it was. It had been a long time since the Soldier had gone boink and run off after all.]

I doubt you're supposed to. The important thing is that I'm amused by it.

[He gave the Soldier an almost playful clap on the cheek before he held up his hand.]

My carnation. My name is on it.

[wipedclean]

[He frowned a little, turning his face away from Rumlow's hand but otherwise not moving away from it. He put the flower in Rumlow's waiting hand.]

It seems pointless.

[It'll wilt and die, and there's no use to it in the first place. It's just a plant. Still. If Rumlow's amused then there's not much else he can do other than just go along with it.]

[ukase]

[Rumlow took the flower and examined it for damage, but aside from perhaps being a little windswept, it was in good condition. He gently plucked at the petals to arrange them perfectly before he pulled his knife and cut the stem off to four inches, tossing the rest away.]

If it was pointless, you wouldn't have carried it around. The Fist of HYDRA doesn't perform pointless action. Do you?

[He slipped the stem of the carnation behind his right ear, letting it settle there and its petals tickle his temple.]

[wipedclean]

[He frowned, but Rumlow had a point.]

No.

[It had been labeled for Rumlow. That's why he brought it to him. But if there was a point beyond that--and there probably was--he didn't know what it was.]

[ukase]

Then it's not pointless.

[He reached up and tugged the flower crown on the Soldier's head a little bit, settling it deeper on the great Fist's dark brown hair. What a looker! All the ladies should appreciate his efforts.]

Is red my colour, huh?

[wipedclean]

[He patiently bore Rumlow fixing the crown atop his head, his eyes trained upward to watch as best he could before he looked again at his face. He tilted his head, considering.]

I suppose.

[Aesthetics were not his purpose, but it didn't look bad, as far as he could tell.]

[ukase]

[And this was probably why technicians were left setting out the Soldier's clothing after a thaw. Any self-preservation associated with appearance had apparently been burnt out, none of which surprised him.]

The correct answer is: why commander, you look so dashingly handsome, if a bit feminine with that flower there? Repeat it.

[wipedclean]

[He snorted. That was a ridiculous response and he knew it.]

No.

[This wasn't a mission, it was a stupid order with no point but to pat the handler's ego. He wouldn't obey it.]

[ukase]

[Finally, something that actually fit. A little stubborn pull towards being just a touch defiant. That's the way he liked his Soldier on missions. This was the most normal thing to happen to him since he had stepped through whatever door he had found himself coming out of.]

Don't get too uppity now. I'm still in charge with no mission parameters set.

[wipedclean]

Compliments aren't part of my protocol, sir.

[It was that touch of sass that emerged occasionally, remnants of who he was before HYDRA got a hold of him. It wasn't necessarily a warning sign that he was remembering, but there was more than one handler who'd use it as an excuse to get the asset wiped.]

[ukase]

No they are not. At least you know what a compliment is. You are still better than a baked potato for conversation.

[Which was his own version of a compliment just to see what the Soldier would do with it. A bit of an backhanded compliment, but was there any other kind when dealing with HYDRA?]

[wipedclean]

[His response to that was to snort and roll his eyes.

He also reached up to try to fiddle with the crown.]

[ukase]

Ah, ah, ah, don't touch that. I have it exactly where I want it. Brings out the blue murder in your eyes.

[He smirked and stepped away from the Soldier so that he could lean on a wall and cross his arms over his chest.]

Name any associates you've been in contact with since arriving here.

[wipedclean]

[He huffed but let his hands drop to his sides.

He hesitated before responding.]

Steve Rogers.

[He knew that was going to be a problem, and he'd probably be punished, but he couldn't hide that information from his handler.]

[ukase]

[Now there was a magic name if he ever heard one. He slowly nodded his head, but when no other names were forthcoming, he considered the one that he was given. That was going to be a problem.]

Surprised he's not attached to your ankles right now. Did you kill him?

[wipedclean]

No.

[He could give all his excuses, how he didn't know if the mission still applied when they weren't even on the same planet anymore, in a cavern controlled, apparently, by gods, but he suspected that any excuse he tried to give would fall flat, so he left it there.]

[ukase]

[It was good that the Soldier decided not to lie on that one. There was always some inherent danger when putting those two together it seemed, or at least he had imagined it that way. He had kept those thoughts to himself because some risks had to be played.]

Did you speak with him?

[wipedclean]

[He shifted his weight nervously.]

Yes.

[It was hard not to. Steve drew him in, like a magnet. He couldn't ignore him.]

[ukase]

[He slowly crossed his arms over his chest. It was the only warning he would give.]

Topics. An overview will do.

[wipedclean]

[He recognized the warning, and he tensed, even more nervous now.]

The flowers. Me.

[ukase]

Did he have a flower for you? Did you have one for him?

[The second topic wasn't nearly as interesting in his mind. He suspected the second was all sappy and full of self-blame.]

[wipedclean]

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

Both.

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

[ukase]

And will there be associated meetings?

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