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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( You know. Clowns aren't all that scary. They sort of get a bad rep. A good clown is an excellent performer. They're not a Gramarye or even The Gavinners, but Trucy still appreciates a good clown act. And one even helped her daddy, back in the day!

She really wished she could have been there for that case...

Wait. Where were we? Oh, right.

Clowns? Generally not that scary. Generally. It's quickly determined by some investigating (read: walking up to one; Trucy, honey, what are you doing?) that these are not the clowns Trucy is referring to when she says they get a bad rep.

These clowns are the reason clowns get a bad rep.

Trucy's reaction, once the bright smile and a quickly demonstrated sleight of hand doesn't strike up a conversation between professionals of a similar nature, is to shrink back from the couple she approached and turn her head quickly left to right, trying to find a familiar, or friendly, face. Or an exit.

Where's a smoke machine when you need one...?

Thankfully (for certain values of thankfully) it's about then that a young woman comes barrelling by and nearly takes Trucy's hat off with a swipe. )

--Eeeek!

( Well that's just rude.

But it's also a good path to follow. )

Hey! Wait for me!

( If she's chased panty thieves into garages, you bet she can outrun a few creepy clowns, right? )

[She doesn't miss a step. Poison has already realised that these clowns aren't terribly fast, but does that mean she wants to get near one? No, it does not. She hears the girl she nearly took the hat off of following behind her, but doesn't think to look over her shoulder until she's near enough to an exit to be home free.

They're being followed - of course they are - but the lumbering steps won't close the distance between them before they escape.]

Come on!

[Two small felines - one black, one deep red - are peeking out of where her arms are gripped around them. She fixes the other girl with a sharp look.] Keep going!

( Yep, that's a good idea. Ugh, what does she have in her pockets today? Somehow, Trucy doubts these clowns are going to be bothered by Mr. Hat, even if she stages her own kidnapping again.

Party poppers? Might work, might just make them angrier. She holds onto them, just in case, as she runs, following the other girl towards what looks like an exit. And only once they've both ducked under the door and turned a corner in the labyrinthine space under the Colosseum's seats, does Trucy gasp for breath, hands against her knees.

Party poppers still in hand. )

What was THAT about?

( Seriously, who decided to drop them in the middle of a Nickelwise convention? )

Test Drive Meme #32

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