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

Rage

[watashinonamaewa]

[ On cue a tall, slender woman comes a short skid into view from around the corner. She was running just before that, so her breath catches up with her while her blue eyes instantly search for the source. Until she finds him. She keeps still, frozen in place. It isn't her first encounter today. Definitely not in her lifetime, either. But she could also recognize when someone may be bait for an ambush. Meanwhile, her scent of metal and inhuman body are a light aroma which she's personally unaware of.

If he sees her, that's a good sign that he isn't infected. Yet. ]

[ukase]

[His ears perk at the sound of approaching footfalls, drinking in the sound as his blood pounding more than a little enthusiastically in response. He wanted to eat so badly, to hunt and kill and feast. It was a desperate need, but he had self-control. Of course he did; control was something that he very much valued so the belief he was in control was important.

Then the sound stop abruptly, and he also stilled. He strained his ears and flared his nostrils to drink in the scents of the air around him. Something was on the air for certain, but without sound, he was unable to pinpoint its location. He slowly shifted, predatory as he sniffed for sign.]

[watashinonamaewa]

[ It was different than she expected to see him stop moving. She imagined that he would have been the bait; Instead it was just his acting that lured her. Now that she was there, she needed to be even more careful to get away. While he searched the air for sounds (and smells) she looked as well as she could for any others that may lurk around. He seemed alone.

Her hand slowly lowered to the stun baton at her waist. She wouldn't be able to bring it off with out a audible clip, or turn it on at all without the buzzing of electricity. She'd have to wait for when she needed it.

In an attempt to test her luck, she took a careful step back. Graveled debris off the asphalt street shifted under the ball of her foot. Her heart raced too fast for her to hear it though. ]

[ukase]

[For some reason, blindness didn't seem like a detriment to him. The last visage of humanity found itself stumped by that given his pretense for relying heavily on his sight for almost everything that he did. Now it seemed trivial, especially when a potential meal was nearby. If anything, not having his sight was down right exciting.

He stilled at the sudden sound, low that it was. His head turned to bring his ear about towards where he thought it was before he lifted his head and issued an inhuman shriek meant to startle prey into action.]

[watashinonamaewa]

[ For a short moment Cibo lost herself. She bent at her knees to turn and run. The instinct to get far away, very fast beat her heart even harder. Except she stopped when she felt the gravel shift again under her heel— It would give her away if she initiated her sprint, if it hadn't already.

She held her breath. Eyes locked with the man. Eventually she would need to move. Need to breathe deep to catch her breath. How long could she really wait this out... ]

[ukase]

[There was a gentle shift, a low grind of stone on stone a few feet away, his head swinging in that direction as he considered his long history of aggressive tactics even if they mixed with the need to just kamikaze run. He was assured that there was indeed someone there, and he flared his nostrils to pick up the scent.

He moved closer to where he had triangulated the sound, sniffing the air. He closed the distance little-by-little, waiting and posed for when his prey finally broke and ran or came within his range to just maul.]

[watashinonamaewa]

[ Two seconds. She's sure that would be all she'd need.

Her hand was near enough the baton that she could unclip it and extend it in one second, maybe less. The other second would be to hit the switch, igniting 7.5 million volts of power to rush through it like a tidal wave of fuck you up. Honestly, that second part was totally optional. She could probably give him a good whack and gain herself another second or two to get the thing going.

When he came close enough she could probably get in a decent strike. A better chance than if she tried to fight after running away and giving out her location. The element of surprise seemed to be the only thing keeping her alive for that moment.

Just a few more feet... ]

[ukase]

[He sniffed at the air, certain he was so close that he could taste it. There was a faint sound which might have been someone breathing, but in the streets it was impossible to tell. He was also so new at this that he was relearning skills and developing new ones.

Rumlow only knew that he was so unbearably hungry.

Suddenly, he turned away at a sound in the alley where he had been previously settled. A vermin had attracted his attention and he move backwards towards it, a sure thing by his measure instead of the tentative listening and scenting.]