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

Agent Maine/the Meta | Red vs Blue

[mainiac]

FEAR:

[The Meta isn't really afraid of much, even on a bad day. There's no room for fear in him, only emptiness and rage, frustration over the first that feeds into the second, and he's more than happy to take it out on whatever's nearby.

In this case, that being large piles of slime that seem to move like they're alive, swallowing anything in their path and squelching their way down still-unfamiliar streets. He's thrown a grenade at it already, watched the resulting explosion and splatter of material with a reserved, seething kind of glee, but it didn't last long, only pulled itself back together after a moment and continued on its way like nothing happened.

Which, predictably, only worsened his already dubious mood. So he followed it across the rooftops once he'd gained higher ground, firing down at it now and then although it was obvious after the first few shots it wasn't likely to make any better of an impact.

Fire. Just burn the damn thing to ash, that should work. Just had to find a source. So he glanced along the roofline and tried to scope out the best potential chance and headed that way, one eye on his destination and another on the slime.]

RAGE:

[Rage is all too familiar. The cloak of an old friend, it's a mantle that settles easily once its taken effect. Tugs and pulls the way Sigma used to, needles and prods until his temper, already plenty short on a good day, wears down to nothing, a thinning thread that snaps with the slightest pressure.

He couldn't have said what the last straw was, this time, if pressed later, and honestly it doesn't really matter at this point. They pushed and he responded, in fists and kicks and the solidity of armor against less forgiving flesh and never mind that he probably shouldn't have, that the anger was misplaced or not entirely justified. It felt good. It felt necessary. It was a valve loosened after weeks of building in the absence of the real object of his frustrations and now he couldn't have held back even if he wanted to.]

HOPE:

[The Meta eyed the flower in his hands with deep-set suspicion. He couldn't have said how it got there, who had given it to him or where he'd found it, only knew it was there currently. Which wasn't exactly the best of feelings at the moment, not knowing. He didn't bother reading the label, because it wasn't important. It was a flower, what was the use of it. It wasn't an AI, wasn't a means for him to get one, wasn't an enhancement for his armor at all, only a piece of pointless foliage. It was purple, and ridiculous, and he glowered at it through his helmet like it was the source of all his problems but didn't cast it away like his immediate thought was. Maybe he should. Probably he should; after everything else he'd seen so far, a flower certainly didn't seem like anything he really wanted to be near.]