Test Drive Meme #32

[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 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?]

Comments

[writtendestiny]

Orna... [What is this guy doing with his hand--?

Even with two years of horrific experiences behind her, Poison can't help but stare. She doesn't stare at his hands so much as through the space between it and his arm, and the silence between the first two syllables of the word and the last stretch out for long enough to be just a little awkward.]

... Ornamental. [She still hasn't lowered her hand, but she does now, snatching it out of the air and feeling a flush of muted irritation at having been caught so unawares.]

Unless eating flowers is a thing that you do.

[proselytic]

[It doesn't bother zaShunina to be stared at—actually, he might kind of enjoy it. A stare is a thought, and the most important thing is to think, in his thoughtful opinion. What any particular person thinks of him isn't important; only the matter of thought itself. So he doesn't wonder too much after the meaning of her eyes, and the meaning of her eyes in the space between his body and his arms.

But he's terribly tender with the flowers he holds.]

It's not a thing I do. I haven't ever. [He considers this, he considers the things he has eaten, and then he considers, once more, the flowers. Then his hands float gently higher, and set the chain about his own head. Even if he's slate-faced, his action here is almost ginger.

He saw this in a few books, you know.]

Ornamental, [he verifies. Then, he's kind of smiling.] Why did you decide it?

[writtendestiny]

[There are a lot of thoughts that go along with the staring. A lot of 'what's and 'how's and one or two light curse words. Even with all that time spent around certain people in her previous abode, she still doesn't swear very much.

But there he is, putting the flower chain on, and... the effect is charming enough to ease a little of the surprised tension in Poison's shoulders. So, call her slightly disarmed.]

Decide... to make it? I don't know. [She looks around the garden, briefly turning her thoughts inwards to examine how calm she feels.] It felt like the right thing to start doing.

[proselytic]

[It's not that he's severe, he isn't really, not in general. Not at all, maybe. He might be too placid for it; he might be inclined, instead, to deliberate from somewhere more lofty. So he hasn't been edged like obsidian, and he hasn't been glacial, but... the warmth spreading across his face makes him look softer. Very much softer, and with the potential of flower beds—you know, that sort of warm, rich soil. It's not so great a thing, the way the muscles in his face give turn, but when laid against the starkness of him before, the change looks huge. Even minute, he makes it look like delight.

He inclines his head just so, careful not to let the flowers slip down.]

To do what you feel is right, is the right thing to do. You will bear it to fruition when you continuously learn about the right things, and about why they are.

[One of his fingers—yes, still floating high—touches a sprig of bluebells, so carefully.]

That is something which I like.

[writtendestiny]

[She watches his face and the way that gentle softness spreads across it, and she can't put a finger on just how it makes her feel so immediately at ease. It's as if, if he can look like that, there must really be nothing at all to worry about.]

Uh, right...

[Poison doesn't feel awkward, but at the same time, she isn't sure what to say.]

Want to join me?