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

[starspangled]

[He learned from the blobs that he might have to deal with things here that he's never dealt with before. That's not new. He'd barely gotten the feeling back in his fingers and toes before he was facing an alien space army back in New York. He sizes up the thing that rises in front of him. There's not enough of the man he once knew to recognize, at least not until he speaks.]

...Rumlow?

[He's still not completely sure, but there's something in the drawl when it (he?) says his name. Maybe it's just mimicking the way it did with the other voice, but there's no time to consider too many possibilities when it can move like that.

Those claws give Steve the closest shave of his life. He grits his teeth, bringing his shield up, and the sound of those claws across the vibranium have that same 'nails across a chalkboard' quality to it that sets his teeth on edge. Steve pushes against it, trying to pin it against the wall.]

[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]

[Fast and strong. The perfect monster, which feels like a Hydra goal for sure. Steve thinks he has the wendilow pinned one second, only to find himself pushed back by it the next. He stares into those milky eyes as it climbs over the top of his shield.]

Is this what hell turned you into?

[When all else fails? Punch.]

[ukase]

[He hissed in reply, not about to waste words when his next meal was right there, and he was focused only on that. He could hear every movement, smell every shift in the air and used it to locate what was coming for him.

He rolled off of the shield back to the ground and scuttled on all four of his limbs for Steve's legs, sharp teeth snapping out in an attempt to get a hold of flesh and pant material. He would certainly prefer one over the other.]