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

[strikes_x_twice]

Harry… Lightning nodded to him once for his name. Naturally his own inquisitive nature would soon follow, as it was in her experience in social normalities––and that it was the same here, in this new world, was a welcomed familiarity. He did not disappoint. “Lightning.” She then gave an almost obligatory glance around them before she softly grunted, “hn.” Her eyes lingered on a mess of flowers, pansies, or at least they looked as if they were. She brought her eyes back to Harry and gave a soft sigh. “I know just as much as you, I presume.” She then thought to ask, “when did you come to this… world?” Perhaps he had the advantage of being here longer than her, or perhaps she had that over him.

[luckyblunder]

Lightning! That was rather the exotic name. Harry assumed it was a nickname. Who would name their baby girl Lightning? There were some unique names in the wizarding world but even then, hers took the cake. The name made him crack a small smile, until she asked her question.

Harry looked away, in troubled thought, and he shook his head before meeting Lightning's gaze again. "Just now? I guess? I was, I was with my friends on the school grounds and then... I was here."

The young man reached up and rubbed at the scar on his forehead and there was a twist in his gut. He hoped he wasn't dead, for Ron and Hermione's sake. They had both lost too much already. "You are calling this a world? Like somewhere not Earth?"

[strikes_x_twice]

“I know this isn’t where I’m from..” She swallowed and drew in a deep breath to hold for a few seconds before exhaling. “I’ve been here a week. It’s been my experience, thus far, everyone I’ve come across tells me this is not their world—and come to find out, they are not from my world either. So..” She paused as she looked over his young features. “Where are you from? Exactly..”

[luckyblunder]

Okay. Things were getting weirder by the second. Harry'd had enough of weird for a lifetime, and rather than interesting or exciting it just sounded exhausting right then. Maybe if he hadn't just gone through that terrible battle.

"Uhm. Earth? I mean, I-" Little Whinging wasn't where he was from or what he would have considered his home, even if it was on the tip of his tongue. Harry took a breath. "I live in Scotland, in the UK. That's where I go to school I mean. Or, went to school," to be more exact.

But he was rambling and he knew it. "Sorry. Uhm, where are you from?"

[strikes_x_twice]

She softly exhaled, “Gran Pulse is the last place I was before I came here. Originally from Cocoon.” Either of those would be evident to him but the expression on his face was not one of recognition. “Hm.” Nor was her own expression evident of recognition for where he had come from. Another stranger amongst strangers—yet the boy did not look too different than herself, nor did he speak a dialect unfamiliar to her. Strange—

wasn’t it?

Lightning gave a small nod. “Right.” She drew in a breath and once again counted to four seconds before she closed her eyes to count to six seconds for an exhale. When she opened her eyes she took in his face once again and thought of another youthful face looking back at her. Hope.

“How old are you, Harry.”