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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[While the residents of the city struggle with their burdens, Caedra waits and watches. Catalogues - mostly just mentally - those secrets she finds out about. Not for blackmail, but simply to inflict pain, later, when they least expect it. She has no greater plans for these people. They don't matter.

The sorrow hasn't left her entirely unscathed, even if she has no regrets to share. And so she has come to one of the few locations in the city she finds pleasant, to sit and to write. There hasn't been a day here that she hasn't thought about Amamot and yet she finds herself missing him even more intensely, which shouldn't have been possible. Being here unable to speak with him was already impossible enough.

In her lap are a sheaf of papers and she works away, covering them with fine Abyssal script, telling him everything she thinks and feels and dreams. Poetry has always been her preferred way of expressing things.

Some distance off, there's a quiet splash as someone steps into the water, distracting her from her writing. Caedra looks up. Sees a woman staring off into the dark water.]

Are you lost?

( The guilt, the despair over her own actions - those who destroy libraries destroy places people use, that the world needs. She not only destroyed a Library, but endless unique and priceless copies of novels from numerous alternates - distracts her in a way worse than her usual distractions. It engulfs every thought she would otherwise have, takes over every part of her mind that should be noticing her surroundings.

The water. The person sat on the riverbed, writing. Irene blinks, tries to dig through the overwhelming guilt for something to ground her. )

No. I'm easily distracted. ( True enough, and with that, she steps back onto the land, grimacing at the sensation of soaked clothes and shoes. )

Are you a writer?

( As in books. As in a chance to get out of here, maybe? )

Well, I'm writing right now.

[Caedra laughs a little, shaking her head as she lays her pen down. These people point out the most obvious things sometimes. And - huh, she doesn't remember seeing this woman before. It's funny how often that can happen in such a small space. Odd to see someone else up at this hour, too. Most of these people are uncomfortable with the cold and the dark.]

I'm a poet, actually. So, yes. I suppose so.

( She can see that. But writing does not make one a writer, by nature. Irene writes notes, letters. She wouldn't call herself a writer. An avid reader. A Librarian.

Many things. But not that. )

Ah. ( It's comforting to hear that, after the weeks spent here without any hope of connecting to the Library. Comforting to think of someone in this city who might fill books with words that wind together images and emotions and provide an escape for a population in a city which is largely devoid of any real entertainment. Not only books, but television, radio, art. There are murals on certain walls, perhaps, and the stained glass of the shops is quite beautiful, but the city lacks in the creative in a way Irene never expected or thought possible.

It's rather unnerving, rather like the woman's eyes, but Irene pushes that thought away for the moment. First, try to find out more. Basic tactics. )

You're the first one I've met here.

( It's a meaningless comment, both true and distracting enough that Irene can fight against the ever-present murmur of book burner for a while. )

My name is Clarice. ( The same alias she used when she woke up here, for consistency's sake. )

Test Drive Meme #31

sorrow

Idk which icon this is lmao

it's perfect

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