dankmemes | 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!]

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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?]

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

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

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.

[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.]

[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?

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.]

[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?

[He shifted his weight nervously.]

Yes.

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

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

Topics. An overview will do.

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

The flowers. Me.

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.]

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

Both.

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

And will there be associated meetings?

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

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.]

[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?

[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.

[He nodded his head, accepting the situation and needing to see the pair in action to know where to set new boundaries. That was going to require planning on his part, but he thought that at least gave him something to do.]

Fine, fine, don't get your nickers in a twist. And keep the flowers by the way. It adds colour to your complexion.

[He looked up at the flowers again, still frowning. But he rolled his eyes and didn't touch it.]

Am I dismissed?

[Are we done?]

[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.

[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.]

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

Good. Now you're dismissed.

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