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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honk honk;
( Living in New York, you see the Weird Shit™. The most eccentric of buskers, of crime lords. Hell, you see Gina Linetti, and that's just another level of Batshit Insane.

But even New York doesn't drop people into Colosseums and surround them with evil clowns. It probably could, don't get her wrong, but it doesn't usually happen to Rosa Diaz. Mostly because anyone with two brain cells to rub together remains nice and scared of her. There's the customary, wide-eyed blink of a newbie as she takes in the sight of this alien landscape and the truly strange scenario she's been dumped into before Rosa whips out her gun from her holster and points it directly at a clown that starts squeaking its way towards her. )

Hands above your head!

( Monster Evil Clowns, as it turns out, are pretty much deaf to police orders, and the next squeaky step echoes through the Colosseum. It's also the cue Rosa needs to empty a couple of shots right into the clown's knee.

Squeak squeak, motherfucker. )

missing something;
( It may be hard to tell that something is wrong with Rosa at first. She's glaring. She's quiet. Those two things aren't particularly unusual in and of themselves. But if you attempt to talk to her, or even approach her, you might notice that the silence is deafening.

No, really. She can't even groan in annoyance at your continued existence in her space because she has no voice.

On the bright side, she does have a pen and a pad of paper, so - if you're brave enough to approach the glaring woman in nothing but black and leather despite the desert planet - she will hold up a finger and scribble onto the pad:

WHAT? )

wildcard;
( Or leave me something else! )

Edited 2018-05-28 11:07 (UTC)

[Quentin is from Brooklyn, and knows not to approach randoms wearing black leather in inappropriate situations.

But, Quentin is also in the speakeasy near to Rosa when the event ends and his missing hand comes back, and so he lets out a startled, pleased whoop close enough to her that she might be inadvertently caught up in the celebration.]

Hey, Pictionary, can you talk?

( Pictionary.

Really.

It's the crowning glory in a shitty, shitty week. One which was meant to make Rosa scared but mostly just pissed her off.

(Though, really, isn't that Rosa's default state of being at any one time.)

She expects nothing when she stares him dead in the eyes, leaning forward like a dog would bear its teeth and - )

Don't need to talk to kick your ass.

( Oh hey, look. She can talk.

... That's nice. )

[But there it is, anyways, and when she says that Quentin just grins at her, wide and rare and open.

They're back to normal.]

Need a drink?

( She has a voice. And an offer of a drink. Maybe calling her expression a smile is a touch much, but it's not... as angry? )

...Yeah. Beer. ( Or whatever passes for a beer here. ) We sit. We drink. None of this "getting to know you" crap.

( Which... may be flexible depending on weirdness, entertainment, or how strong the beer is. )

Ah- not- really, no. Not even close.

[But have some foamy prison style fruit booze, frothy and a little fermented. He pours them both some, and moves to sit down.

Quentin is equally glad to drink in silence.]

Ugh. Tastes like hard cider.

( All fruity and shit. Not exactly the kind of drink she'd ever pick out herself, but it has alcohol in it.

... Maybe she should have just asked for scotch.

- Then again. Maybe not. Who knows what that would taste like.

The silence passes long enough for Rosa to down her drink, tapping her finger against the empty glass before she opens her mouth. This is not small talk. This is not getting to know you. This is I'm new and the newbie guide only says so much information gathering. )

There anything but bad booze in this town?

Well. There's a shit ton of canned goods and like, six extremely confused monsters.

[He says, with a soft huff.]

But not a lot else.

[So basically, they're practically still in Brooklyn.]

( Brooklyn, except without the need for Rosa to rent out anything under a shell corporation, where anonymity is way easier.

That's a point in Hadriel's favour, she guesses. Not enough to counteract the losing her voice, being trapped in a strange place with nothing to do, but a point nonetheless. )

So I get to eat like Jake.

( Probably worse, actually, because there were takeouts back home. )

If Jake's a frat boy, or extremely afraid of electrical fires, yes.

[Agrees Quentin, with a small smile.]

I've got a bunch of tinned peaches I can share if you want. And I hear there are crops- but I haven't found them yet.

( it was seeing the notepad that prompted vanessa to step forward, the irritation in the woman's expression recognisable. she'd found herself unable to speak also, affected from the moment that vanessa had arrived in the place.

once she's by the woman's table vanessa takes a seat across from her, gesturing for the pen. finally someone she could communicate with. hopefully

Do you know where we are? )

( Okay, so either this chick is messing with her, or she's also ended up with the shittiest case of laryngitis known to mankind. Rosa, being a person with common sense (more usually known as a great deal of cynicism), is betting on the latter.

But, as far as her question goes, there's no harm in answering it. If they are stuck in the same boat... maybe that wouldn't be so bad.

HADRIEL. SOUNDS LIKE A LOAD OF CRAP. CAN'T DISPROVE IT.

Seriously, what kind of bullshit? )

( there's a frown, vanessa's finger lingering over the word hadriel before she takes the pen back

I've never heard of it.

though it feels like this woman hadn't either

Who did this?

sorry, rosa, but you're far more informed than vanessa is )

( At least that crappy knock off iPhone she woke up with had some information about this place on it, although Rosa doesn't particularly like the fact that she's being used as some sort of wikipedia link, she helps anyway.

She's a detective, not a traffic cop, but she's not an anarchist.

READ SOME CRAP ABOUT GODS. YOU WANT ME TO SHOW YOU?

Thank god she kept that knock off iPhone and can easily bring up the newbie guide. )

( vanessa gives a nod at the question, though when rosa takes out the device vanessa looks entirely confused. she can see that there's writing on it though once she's read the small bit on it she writes again--

Are there other pages?

what is 'touchscreen' and 'scrolling' )

( ... Really?

Rosa just stares at the woman for a long, loooong moment. Funky clothes, no idea how to use a phone...

YOU A MORMON OR SOMETHING?

Reasonable conclusion, right? )

( there's a frown. with no tone to go with the message it just seems very strange and out of place

No. Are there other pages? )

Test Drive Meme #32

rosa diaz; brooklyn 99

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i'm sorry about her

perfection

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