dankmemes | Test Drive Meme #31

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 April 24th, and apps are open May 1st. Please remember that there is an app cap of 20 apps.

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: WHAT BIG TEETH YOU HAVE
[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.

Even if the monster looks cuddly.

Direwolves are not quite what you medieval fantasy folks might think they are- they're untameable and almost the size of a bear. While usually a predator like the direwolf might wait for the opportune moment to strike, these beasts hunt in packs and are very, very hungry. You won't be able to tame them, and any attempts may result in a couple of missing fingers.]

S O R R O W

SCENARIO TWO: REGRETFULLY YOURS
[Have you ever done something you regret? A thought or an action you've performed that you look back on and wished you hadn't? Even if it's something outside of your control, something you couldn't have known, if there's something rattling around in that brain of yours, it's coming out in full force right now, leaving you guilt-ridden and prepared to confess all your sins to the nearest bystander.

But what if confessing isn't enough? You need to show them how sorry you are in any attempt at redemption you can muster. Work as hard as you can and maybe someone will forgive you. Work even harder and maybe someday you can forgive yourself.

This is a mini version of our Tears of Joy event this month.]

R A G E

SCENARIO THREE: TEAMWORK MAKES THE DREAM WORK
[The goal is simple: stay together in this room and use the supplies provided to build the best tower you can. You've got matchsticks, popsicle sticks, Q-tips, four different kinds of glue, and various little wheels and doodads. The team with the best tower at the end of the exercise gets a wish granted! That isn't so bad, is it?

Except your teammate is insufferable. Everything from their ideas, to their building strategy, down to their accent is absolutely intolerable to you. How can you be expected to work with such a difficult partner? If you leave the room your tower is forfeit, but who can expect you to stay in these conditions?

Careful- they're just as fed up with you as you are with them. Can the two of you overcome your mutual disdain to build this arts and crafts masterpiece, or will it be a race to the door?]

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[Ah, he knows that feeling all too well. And there's a runner of discomfort because this could get too close to home, but he shoves that away.]

And what would that mistake be?

[His voice is soft, comforting, ready to listen.

I may have... I think I may have ruined everything.

[Shitty secret keeper, good job, Cecil]

Nightvale- Everyone. I... Time, the past, present and future, is an interesting thing. It's of course entirely possibly to alter the future by interfering with the past, I'm sure you know. Maybe?

Anyone might forget that the accepted reality of their present is easily altered if one... little thing is changed in the past. That nothing, not even time, is set in stone.

So they might... Accidentally... Reveal a secret revolution that, in the past, saved your entire town from a face worse than death, to the very organization that had taken over your town to begin with, if you were speaking to them from the present to the past, due to the fact that this has already come to pass for you, but has not come to pass for the past.

Over a radio signal.

[Yes that makes perfect sense, Cecil.]

... I've made a massively destrucive paradoxical mistake and I'm not entirely sure that it's forgivable.

[Ianchus doesn't know what a radio is, nor is he too keen on quantum physics. But he knows of revolutions. And of regret, and of guilt, and of responsibility and longing for home. And of the ways the past affects the present, even if what Cecil is saying sounds all too much like a fantasy.
And,
Oh no.
He understands this all too well.

He makes his own move now, putting both hands on Cecil's shoulders, trying to provide comfort, and a solid presenc.]

You did not know of this before, yes? It wasn't out of spite. It was a mistake. Yes?

No! Of course not, we'd already won! I had no idea I was going to be having a conversation with the past that day, the wiring in the station was a bit shoddy after the battle and it kept short circuiting.

If I'd known-

He sounds exactly the same several months ago as he does presently, you understand, I thought I was talking to him in the present!

I'd never ruin Nightvale out of spite, my friends, my family is there! My city is my responsibility! All of our responsibilities, and I've... I've ruined it.

[He doesn't know what to do, this is far too much. Loss, guilt, love...the regret is emanating off the man, and though Cecil is spilling words, Ianchus has none because he understands that there are some things that just can't be fixed.

So he does what he can, the only thing he can think of (Cecil hasn't come off as the type that's averse to touch) and he moves forward and lets the hands on Cecil's shoulders wrap around the man instead, in a gentle but firm hug.

Might as well try.]

And Carlos is still back there and... we were all doing so well, and everything was just starting to improve again and... What if they're-

What if we- Because of me-

[Oh. Oh a hug.

Cecil is considerably warmer than one might expect out of your average human, a strange, internal thrum of energy distantly tangible. He's not going to turn down a hug, gracious no.

But even as he wraps his arms around the other man to return it he's still going to say-]

I'm sorry.

[He absolutely did not expect the odd warmth and energy coming from the man, and Ianchus has embraced a lot of people. Still, he doesn't let go, and he feels encouraged that his gesture is returned.]

I can't...

[His voice is soft, but at least he's close to Cecil's ear.]

I can't tell you that it's alright. I don't know whether it's alright, I don't even understand but...but whatever happened, it wasn't out of spite. It wasn't something you ever wished for. There's that at least, right?

[It's a small comfort. Maybe no comfort. But it's all he can think of. At least this man can grasp onto that, right?]

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[It was small. Frankly, almost not even there. But it was still something. Not meaning to didn't save Nightvale, but...]

I have no idea what to do anymore...

[And here he was hugging someone he didn't even know but that was fine. This was fine.]

I'm... I'm sorry, and I don't even know you, who am I to unload this on you?

[Ianchus gives his back a reassuring rub. He likes physical contact and intimacy, so much can be said through it when words fail his fool tongue.]

Someone who needed to unload. Someone with regrets. [Regrets that look like they're swallowing him whole, oh he knows how that goes.]

And as to who you are, well. I wouldn't be opposed to knowing your name, but I wouldn't be opposed to not. I've no grudge against anonymity.

[He pulls back enough to give Cecil a little half-smile.

Everyone has those.

[Dumping them on strangers was something else entirely though.]

Well, I can't tell you all of this and not introduce myself.

My name is Cecil and I'm... Still very sorry for taking up your valuable time with this.

I swear, this isn't how things normally are. I don't usually do this.

Ianchus Cepheos.

[Giving his full name is more of a habit than a conscious act (his name doesn't mean much anymore, not attached to him, and certainly not here).]

And like I said, it's no problem at all.

[It distracts him from his own problems, but he knows that's not really a polite thing to say. He considers "I was doing nothing valuable with my time", but then scraps that response, too. Instead he beckons with one arm, the other hand still remaining on Cecil's shoulder.]

Come. There's a bench over there. If you'd like we can talk of other things.

Test Drive Meme #31

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Cecil you're hitting SO CLOSE TO HOME right now you have no idea

HES SORRYYYYY

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