dankmemes | Test Drive Meme #32

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 May 25th, and apps are open June 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: HONK HONK
[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.

Hope you're not afraid of clowns!

Evil Clowns have been a terror on the imagination of children everywhere, and show up enough times in literature for us to reasonably say that plenty of adults are afraid of them too. While they love to laugh, they often bring themselves joy by murdering others and slicing them up with the sharp knives and other torture devices that they have tucked away in their seventeen pockets.

It's not difficult to outrun them, as they have big, squeaky shoes, but it might be difficult to fight them- these bastards are hardy!]

F E A R

SCENARIO TWO: MISSING SOMETHING?
[You may arrive in Hadriel... well, incomplete. Though some may reassure you that it's temporary, there's still something terrifying in suddenly losing your sight or your hearing... or even you arm!

While this event does not affect memories, it does affect body parts, senses, and potentially powers and abilities. You may find yourself unable to do things you once did, or behave the way you normally do.

This is a mini version of our Senses Fail event this month.]

T R A N Q U I L I T Y

SCENARIO THREE: MAY FLOWERS
[You're in a beautiful garden. The sun is shining, the grass is green, and there are hundreds of thousands of flowers all around you. The temperature is just perfect, and above all else, it's satisfying.

Maybe you should pick some flowers for a friend, or your mother- you did skip mother's day, after all. Luckily, there's a few cutting shears to go around and you're more than welcome to start hacking away at these thistley bushes! Hopefully you know a thing or two about flower arranging- maybe that person over there is more experienced?]

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[She stumbles back at the sound of his voice, but the name roots her in place. Jon Snow? She had heard of him on several occasions, Robb's bastard brother and one of his closest friends. The last of his family, save for his mother. It's a name she wants to trust, one of the few that she knew wouldn't harm her, but her mother's betrayal has shown there is no safety, no matter who it is.

She wrapped her arms around her waist, trying to hold herself together and push away the rising panic. Wherever this was, there were no Lannister guards, none of her family with her. She was alone, lost and without her sight. She didn't have many options and pushing away one of the few offers of help seemed unwise.]

N..no. Not very much. I see shadows, but...everything is a haze.

[She hesitates, trying to decide whether or not she should give her name. Instinct wanted to reach out for someone who might be a friend, but paranoia refused to budge. Without letting it scream any louder, she pushed out the words, hoping they'd mean something.]

I'm Jeyne Westerling.

[They say this may not last long, that it will pass in days, when the god has taken its fill of their discomfort. He'll be able to handle a sword again, and maybe this girl's sight will come back.

It still isn't an easy thing, and he still can't offer assurance that the blindness will pass, not without the chance that he'd be lying to her without meaning to.]

I'm coming up beside you. Take my arm, and I'll lead you to a safer place, if I can.

[He moves to do so as she introduces herself.

Westerling... those are Lannister bannermen, aren't they?

Still, she's a lady in distress, and not all Lannisters are his enemies.]

Jeyne Westerling. Are you Westerosi? You look like you may be, and Westerling is a name among my people, but there are other people here who are from other places, even though they dress as we do.

[He doesn't tell her, for now, that the Westerlings no longer count as among his people... except in that he hopes to save all people from what's coming from beyond the Wall. But he and the Lannisters no longer share a kingdom.]

[If she were not in a different place, she might have wondered if this was her mother's retribution for her act of defiance, tearing her gown in mourning for Robb. But it was clear, not only that she was in a new world, but that this was the work of wicked gods.

Was it retribution for her sins, even if they were unknowing? It was hard to say and it exhausted her to consider.

She hesitated, nervous for him to come closer but forced herself to reach out, feeling for his arm.]

You don't know me? [Did he even receive word of her at the Wall? Had someone told him that Robb had married...and dead?] I'm your brother's wife. Westerling is my father's house, but I'm...I'm Stark now.

[She always would be in her mind.]

You know of his fate?

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