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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"They are," he answered softly. Her voice was melodic but not like a song bird, Harry thought as he glanced between the flowers closest to him and the woman. It was the kind of voice that would tell the best of parables, with the harshest of moral stories. The dress and the hair made him think automatically that she was a witch and that at least was of some comfort.

"I," he started haltingly and his self-conscious awkwardness was even more obvious. "I don't know where we are." The question of whether this was the after-life wouldn't permit itself to be uttered aloud, not to someone he didn't know. Harry's gut told him that she was trustworthy and maybe even nice but for now he remained reserved, and uncertain.

If Vanessa knew his guess she would probably be surprised by it. Not because of what it was, or perhaps even that he was right, but just because of how she looked. Maybe later it might amuse her.

His comment draws her attention away from the flower, finally looking at the young man stood in front of her. She wished that she had some information to offer him.

"Neither do I." And for those few seconds as she says those words she sounds entirely unconcerned about that. As Vanessa speaks again there's a little hint of questioning in her tone.

"I arrived in these gardens. It seems their beauty captivated me."

There was some comfort in not being alone when lost. He thought for a moment of Luna and the Thestrals, and he gave a soft sigh as he went back to looking at the flowers closest to him. The woman's accent was definitely British with a strong bit more posh to it than his own. That also reassured him, that maybe they were somewhere closer to home and not in the beyond at all.

"Me too. I guess." Harry gave a silent laugh and glanced at her. His spectacles hadn't moved but he tried to push them up into place out of habit regardless. Harry wiped his face with one hand, feeling dirt and grime there but he couldn't be embarrassed about that right now.

"This is going to sound daft but, do you reckon we're still in Britain?"

"Now there's the hope." There's a small smile and Vanessa turns herself fully from the plants, looking now at him.

"Shall we walk? Looking around this place may give us some indication as to where we are."

Or at least find someone else that they could ask.

"Oh, sure. Yeah, good idea." Harry realized that he had been so bewildered wondering where he was that he neglected the obvious of wandering around to figure that out. All he'd known was that he was in this beautiful and peaceful place and that hadn't been where he'd come from.

Harry moved around the row of flowers between them so that he could step in line with her. "What's your name, miss?"

She starts to walk once he's with her, her gaze on him to begin with as she leads them from the gardens.

"Vanessa Ives. And yourself?"

Hopefully finding answers would be as simple as just looking around.

Vanessa Ives. It was a pretty name, a bit less witch and more Muggle maybe, but she could be from Muggle parents. Harry cleared his throat at the return question. It said something that she hadn't recognized him right away, he realized. Even after seven years he still wasn't used to that and never expected anyone to recognize him, despite it happening way too often.

"Sorry, uhm. I'm Harry Potter. Pleased to meet you, Miss Ives." He gave her a small smile, and then almost tripped over a lump in the pathway. Luckily he caught himself, and he gave her an embarrassed smile then.

"And you, Mr Potter." She simply gives him a smile, pretending that she didn't see him trip.

"Where were you before you arrived here? Perhaps where we came from may tell us something about who brought us here."

Test Drive Meme #32

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