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

[tishinka]

No. Maritime travel is expensive and dangerous and I'm not sure it even exists anymore.

[She pauses for a moment to glance around and decide where to go before continuing.]

Nolan's always had this dream of retiring to Antarctica, though. It's supposed to be a tropical paradise. [Why she's going on about this, she doesn't know. Maybe it's just to help the girl feel more comfortable. Maybe it just helps her understand how different Earth is.]

[dogsanddaughters]

[That's weird. Maritime means by sea, right? Miriam frowns.] You can't just fly?

[Some of the planets still use maritime shipping, but not many. Though she's heard of places where the atmosphere is too dangerous to try that. Maybe Earth is like that? Except then what about the tomb robbers who fly over there and come back with all those stories?

Weird.] Tropical's nice. I never been anywhere tropical, but they got pictures all up in the bars. Palm trees and what not.

[A pause.]

Who's Nolan?

[Yeah she's gonna bother you into the foreseeable future]

[tishinka]

Too much interference. [Maybe that had changed since she and Cai had used the terraspheres to destroy much of the Arkbelt, maybe not.]

Yeah. Nolan kept this postcard with a picture on it. It looked...peaceful.

[She glances over at Miriam.] My father.

[dogsanddaughters]

Oh, right. [That Miriam can understand. Though she's fairly certain now that the Earth she's heard about and the one that Irisa's talking about are two different places. That, or every tomb robber she's ever met has been lying out their asses. Both possible, it must be said.] Peaceful's good. Not a lot of peaceful places these days.

[Not for longer than a week, at most. Miriam grins up at Irisa suddenly.] That's cool. My mom's Bethany.

[tishinka]

[Irisa grunts. She doesn't really have much else to say on either subject. She could mention he's not really her father. That he'd actually killed her parents and then later adopted her. But she's become a little more considerate.

It's probably best to change the subject.] On your stations, are there just humans?

[dogsanddaughters]

[Miriam would understand, Irisa! Probably a little too well. She shrugs at the question, flicking at Barnaby's ears as they walk.] Yeah? I guess. Sometimes we get plague ships, and they bring in weird stuff. Mutants, you know? Probably they were people one time, though.

[Even if they don't look it, at all.]

[tishinka]

We have those. Caused by the terraspheres and radiation. But no aliens?

[She finds it strange there's a place out there with no Votan or similar.]

[dogsanddaughters]

No. [Miriam hesitates, glancing at the marks on Irisa's face.] Just people. Are you an alien?

[tishinka]

[The white marks are on her arms and legs as well. Although only her arms are bare.]

I was born on Earth, but yes, my people originated from another system.

[dogsanddaughters]

Huh. [Miriam considers that for a moment, then shrugs.] That's cool. I thought you just had a buncha body-mods. [She draws a circle on her own forehead.] That's pretty.

[tishinka]

[Irisa pulls a disgusted face. The only people that try to pretend to be Votan are wrong.]

If you think I'm neat looking you should see some of the other Votan. [Some are far more alien looking than her or the Castithans.]

[dogsanddaughters]

Wow. Your galaxy must be huge. [Cultural insensitivity what? Miriam thinks having a bunch of neat looking people - aliens? - is just about the closest thing ever.] We've just got people. And, you know, stuff that used to be people.

[tishinka]

We are people, too. It's that kind of mentality that leads to wars.

[She's honestly sick of fighting, too.]

Given it took the Arks three thousand years to reach Earth from the Votanis System, yeah I guess it is.

[dogsanddaughters]

I didn't mean it like that. [Probably not? Miriam isn't sure. She doesn't want to seem rude, though, not when Irisa could protect her and seems pretty cool besides. Things go much better when people like Miriam. And why wouldn't they? She strives to be likable. She clicks her teeth at the number.] Whoa. That's a long way. Some of the long haulers go out for years, but I never heard of going for a thousand years!

[tishinka]

[She huffs.]

Well, that's how long it took. Thousands of years for thousand of Votan, only for most of them to die in orbit.

[dogsanddaughters]

[Miriam's expression softens momentarily.] Rough when that happens.

[She doesn't ask if it was the decent that got them, or if they were shot down. Doesn't really matter. Dead is dead.]

[tishinka]

[She had already said what had done them in, when explaining Arkfall.]

It doesn't matter. We've done well enough since.

[dogsanddaughters]

[You're expecting her to pay waaaay more attention to the details than she actually is, Irisa. Don't worry, you're hardly the first to make that mistake.] Oh. Well that's good, anyway. I see folk preaching 'bout the end of days and shit, but we're still going strong! Go humanity!

[She pauses, giving Irisa a quizzical look.] And--Voltan-kind? Is that right?

[tishinka]

[She nearly brought about the end of days so that doesn't sit well with her. But she hides it, grunting and shrugging.]

Whatever.

[dogsanddaughters]

[For someone who calls herself intelligent - as Miriam does, frequently - she tends to miss some nuance in conversations. Like the fact that this topic might, possibly be heading in a more fraught direction. Thankfully, Miriam isn't the type to talk about the end days too often, or else they might have a serious social blunder on their hands.

She grins up at Irisa, deciding to ignore the grumpy face for now.] You're cool, Irisa. How many knives do you have? Is it a lot? I bet it's a lot.

[tishinka]

[Irisa shoots her a look before rolling her eyes.]

Has anyone told you, you talk to much?

[dogsanddaughters]

[Miriam just beams. You've made a friend Irisa. And she's never gonna leave you alone.] Nope, never, nu-uh.

[tishinka]

[She snorts, she finds that incredibly hard to believe.]

Then consider this the first time.

[dogsanddaughters]

Aww. Don't be like that. [She pouts. It's adorable. Miriam knows. She practices in the mirror.] Barnaby likes you. And he's royalty, you know? His Royal Highness Sir Bartholomew Barnaby Barks a Lot the Third.

[tishinka]

[Miriam might think her pouting is adorable but it won't work on Irisa. Unless it's a small child, or animals, she goes unaffected by cute things.]

I wasn't aware dogs could be royal.