Test Drive Meme #31

[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 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?]

Comments

sorrow

[bookthefts]

( This... is not a good brandy. In fact, Irene isn't wholly sure it deserves the title of brandy at all, but it's alcohol and it does something to numb the regret and guilt curdling in her gut. The emotion may be natural, expected even, after what she did in the name of stopping Alberich (surely, surely there was some better option she simply overlooked), but never in such quantities.

Thank goodness for alcohol. She can regret that in the morning. Surely she will.

The man next to her speaks of losing his wife and Irene can't relate, not wholly. She remembers the clutch of panic when Kai was kidnapped, or after discovering the taint of chaos on Vale, the horror of watching Zayanna die, but her hands are bare of anything but those silvered scars, months old by now.

She knocks back another burning gulp of this drink which claims to be brandy and winces at the taste. The guilt is strong, and it's easy to wallow in the regrets - goodness knows she wants to - but she can't let herself be drawn any further into this. Neither of them can. Irene holds onto that burn, the aftertaste sliding down her throat, and uses it like she uses the curling of her fingers, nails digging into palms, to cut through the urge to wallow. )

You can't know that. Furthermore, I doubt your wife would want you sitting here feeling sorry for yourself over something you can't change.

[timecapsuled]

[Oh, that does make him bristle. It spikes a pin of irritation through the near-overwhelming guilt that he had needed no god's help to feel, but it only buoys him for for split second.]

With respect, ma'am, you didn't know my wife.

[It's not that she's wrong, and Nora would probably be telling him that he had to push on, for his own sake as well as his but isn't that what he's done? He's pushed and pushed and found nothing but ruin and disaster and become part of more than one thing that he never intended to involve himself so deeply in.]

Have you ever been forced to watch the murder of someone you loved?

[bookthefts]

( I am a servant of the Library. It's that same introduction she uses when she introduces herself, rather than whatever alias she's going by this week. When she bows before dragons in an attempt to seek their help. A servant. Given over to the Library and expected to put it and the preservation of books over all else. In that way, she hasn't only watched the murder - the burning - of something she loved, but has been the cause of it.

(When even the abomination against the multiverse known as Alberich protests your actions, they may have gone too far.)

Irene bites her tongue on that curdling guilt, the thing rising in her throat like bile and threatening to spill forwards into the air, and purses her lips. )

No. ( Short, prim and to the point. ) I'm fortunate enough to be spared that.

( Her parents are both alive, even after the attacks on the Library and its people, and the people she calls friends - Kai, Vale - are both okay. Zayanna's death pricks uncomfortably at her, she liked Zayanna, but they hardly knew each other well enough for Irene to be so broken up about it.

She is a servant of the Library before anything else. There hasn't been the time to fall in love. )