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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"Or," Carlisle starts, his eyes so fixated on the popsicle stick he's precariously balancing atop two others, "ooooor you could just- just give me a moment -- without distraction -- to make this work. If I can- if I can just get these two to hold this one up, then we'll have a sort of gate that we can build upon by setting these other sticks across it here and here. And it'll be an impressive entrance to the tower."

He's talking, of course, about the tower that no one is entering or will ever be entering, because it is made of wooden sticks and usually collapsed into a heap.

"Mmm. Yes, a gate that none can enter or leave, at the expense of structural integrity. Ah. Marvellous."

Ianchus isn't actually very good at architecture. When out in the field, neither building a shelter nor a fire ever fell to him. But, he's read quite a bit about it. And even if he doesn't know he's right, he is convinced that Carlisle is wrong.

"Allow me to understand. You wish our tower--a structure whose purpose is to be impenetrable and defensively advantageous--to have a glaring weakness both from a theoretical perspective and a structural. Yes?"

And to prove his point, he reaches out, deftly poking a finger into the "gate"...though he's careful not to touch the structure itself, being the one to bring it down won't do at all.

"It's not a weakness," Carlisle cuts back, trying to figure out just where to place the next drop of glue. "It's an entrance. How is anyone supposed to get into this tower if it doesn't have a door? That doesn't make—"

He cuts himself off as Ianchus gets closer, his fingers coming too close to the unfinished, stick structure for Carlisle's liking. "You're going to knock it over what is wrong with you!?"

"Hm? Knock it over?" Ianchus wiggles his finger in the empty space, a little smirk on his face.

"But shouldn't people be able to come in through the entrance? What kind of tower gets knocked over by something so innocuous as someone coming in?" His eyes seem to suggest a shitty one.

Carlisle practically hisses through his teeth, his fingers curling as he casts a fiery glare toward that smirk. He punctuates his words with emphatic gestures: "They can come in when the gate is finished. You don't- you don't just go traipsing into a building that's still being built!"

Not that anyone will be doing that in this tower because, despite Carlisle's absolute fervor over having a grand and flawless gateway, it is less than a foot tall, made entirely of popsicle sticks, and barely held together by still-drying glue.

"Hah!"

Honestly, any other time, Ianchus would have agreed with him. A tower should be grand, and they would have failed to build it together, and he would have had a grand old laugh. But once he's decided to be contrarian, he won't budge. He did, after all, have four older siblings at one point, and you don't have that many without learning quite a bit of snark.

Instead he picks up some of the little wheels, and then begins stacking them wordlessly, like chips in a casino. He's completely quiet until he puts the one on that brings his own creation a smidge higher than Carlisle's.

And then he, with all his poise and practice, arcs an eyebrow and pulls his smirk a little sharper.

As Ianchus places that last wheel atop his newly constructed wheel-pillar, Carlisle absolutely seethes, his face red, eyes practically aflame as he stares down that tower; if his glare could knock it over by sheer force of will, it would have been thrown across the room in seconds. However, his glare can't do anything of the sort, so instead, he growls to himself as he grabs another handful of sticks and starts building an additional floor for his construction, determined to make it that much higher than his former partner's.

"You're just going to waste your wish," he insists, applying glue to one end of a stick and attaching it to the top floor.

...Ah.
The wish.
To be quite frank he had completely forgotten that this was why they were there together.
Ianchus watches Carlisle work almost thoughtfully, arms folded, before he finally speaks up.

"You can have mine, then."

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