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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[ In a way, this is the best kind of person to talk to. No head means no face means nothing to be afraid of. It's probably an awful thing, Charles thinks, to look at someone with no head and to think what a relief. He watches the shifting surface of the top of the person's(?) neck.

He has seen all kinds of medical mysteries, most of them imagined by himself and thrown into that world of his making. Usually, he watches from a greater distance than this, as an Observer.

By now, he must be obviously staring. ]

Well--

[ he starts, and feels like he's about to make a joke about drawing up some posters, as if the missing head is a lost pet.

Missing: possibly human head. Reward offered, please contact whatever-this-guy's-name-is if found. No reward. ]

I can't say I've seen it, but it's got to be around here somewhere, right?

[ Right? How far away could it even be? It's not like someone can just get up one morning and forget about their head and go about their day without it.

Or maybe it is. No judgment here. ]

[The flat silence should function well as a flat stare by itself. The impression he gives is one of staring, and more than that, the stare feels concise. Not clipped, not curt, but—This is you. This is what you're saying. This is how it does and doesn't help me. He does a lot of observing, himself.

zaShunina recedes into his cloak, with just his neck protruding like a gruesome mesa.]

I haven't seen it, either. We're in agreement; it should be somewhere here. But I believe it might be gone.

[After a thin moment of what might be sulking, his arms reemerge from his mantel. Of course, zaShunina can't let that happen in a normal way. They size into the air in front of him, forearm to fingers, and their cutoff near where the elbow would be has that same yellow glimmer as the top of his neck. He waits with open palms until that extraneous head—the one he's not looking for—floats over. Then he holds onto it, all business about it.]

The others are functional. Not ideal, but serviceable. Are you going to search for the head as well?

[In other words, "Will you help me?"]

[ Watching him is odd; his gestures are both childlike and animal, somehow. Alien, in a way similar to the House's visitors. Although they were never as...obviously inhuman as this.

Go figure, he'd end up getting roped into this. ]

If you need some help, sure. So...where were you when you saw it last?

[ It's a joke, him asking that; like it's just keys that have been misplaced. ]

[The basic premise of jokes is known to zaShunina. He doesn't quite get them, and he's not sure he appreciates them, since that basic premise is at times too reminiscent of lying. Regardless... well, regardless of whether or not zaShunina knows he's being told a joke, he answers seriously.]

A garden.

[Absurd as all this is, from his head to his dwelling in a garden, it can't be a joke. It's too earnest for this flatness to be anything other than real.

It's also not a joke when a head—another head, separate from the one he's had floating around in the background—glides into view, a little nearer to Charles.] If you take this one, we can look together while I'm searching elsewhere. [Is he offering to let Charles, just... hold it, or... well, it's floating there, looking along with those unfortunately earnest red eyes.]

[ ...wow, this guy really is odd. Well. Charles had figured that much out, but it's like this conversation just keeps on getting weirder and weirder. ]

Wait, should I just...

[ He reaches out towards the head, almost hesitantly-- not far enough to touch it, and he's not sure he wants to do that, either. ]

How many of these do you have, anyway?

[ Honestly, if it weren't for everything that went on in the House, there's no way he'd be taking this half as well as he is. ]

[The head seems content to give its own long stare. It doesn't blink, but it really must be alive; it's not static. The muscles in its face work just as minutely as any living person's face. Just because he doesn't blink doesn't mean his eyelashes don't flutter in the barest way when his eyes move just so.

And then the head speaks, of course, the one mouth angled toward Charles.]

Thirty-nine, currently, if the fortieth isn't found.

[ That's...certainly a lot. ]

And you can't just use one of the extras?

[ That seems like the obvious solution, though, so he's sure there's something stopping that from being the solution. ]

I am capable of using the extras. [The head remains bobbing, but another bobs into view as well. And then another. Maybe he's a show-off? He stays straight-faced, though.] But if I utilize your head as well, it will amount to the full number of forty.

We can look more. I would be pleased if I were to find what I'm lacking. It doesn't feel good— [One of the faces furrows its brow.] To lack.

...I'd rather keep my head where it's at, if it's all the same to you.

[ Dryly, but he's kind of starting to wonder if it's a bad idea to tempt fate. If this is someone who's dangerous. It's certainly possible, after all, that the guy is capable and willing to take it. He's met enough people here who would. ]

But, I know what you mean. It's fine, I'll help.

Test Drive Meme #32

fear 2: electric boogaloo

fear 2: it's back and it's fearer than ever

2 fast 2 fearious

fear 2, this time it's personal

im out of ideas. please pay me 80 dollars and ill come up w more

put it on my tab.

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