Test Drive Meme #32

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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

Jane Doe | Blindspot

[endingpoint]

F E A R

[ She can't speak. Jane tries, she tries so damn hard to open her mouth and yell for Kurt, but there's nothing. She can't remember where she is, she doesn't know where her husband is, and now she can't actually call out for help. There's a faint thudding at the back of her head and she thinks she can somewhat remember fainting, but she has no idea what that has to do with no longer being able to talk.

Finding something to write with and paper, she tries looking for someone who seems like they won't mind helping her with a message pre-written on the paper: My name is Jane. I think I need to go to a hospital.

If she really is pregnant and passing out, she needs to know now, and she needs to understand what's happening. She needs her husband, too, but this seems like a 'one step at a time' situation. First her voice, then her suspected pregnancy and passing out. It's the order Kurt would go in, she thinks. Flagging someone down, she shows them her message, hoping the urgency is conveyed in her eyes. ]

T R A N Q U I L I T Y

[ Jane's in love with this garden. It's the kind of beauty she's always hoped to be surrounded by. There's a warmth she can feel as soon as she breathes deeply and all she wants to do is sit here, maybe lay in the grass and stay as long as the sun is shining.

She has a sketchbook with her, and she gets to work on drawing a few roses rather than cut them and when someone offers her the shears she shakes her head, smiling just a little. ]

No, I'm okay. Cutting them kills them, eventually. I'd rather enjoy them the way they are.

[inthewar]

[So Damien woke up this morning not being able to hear a fucking thing. It was a little unsettling, to say the least. But it didn't take him long to realize it was another damn side effect of this whole place. The gods enjoying the chance to mess with them. But he's not going to let that slow him down today, not a fucking chance. He doesn't have much food left so he decides to head out and see what he can scrounge up. He's more cautious right now than ever because he doesn't have the ability to hear if anything is coming up behind him.

He won't let this place keep him down for long though.

The only thing that makes him stop what he's doing is the sight of a stranger looking way more terrified than even he feels. A quick glance at her note tells him he's definitely not the only one being affected by whatever is going on.]

Hey. I can't hear a fucking thing but I'll try to help. It's not just you, it's this whole place.

[endingpoint]

[ Kurt doesn't curse, not often, but if any situation calls for it, it's this. He hardly has the words out before her arms fly around his neck and she's hugging him tightly in relief, closing her eyes and just breathing him in.

There's something different, he doesn't smell the same, but it's this place, wherever they are. It has to be. All that matters is that her husband is here - and she doesn't realize it isn't him, not by a longshot. All she does is hold onto him, clinging to him tightly. ]

[inthewar]

[ Oh, hey, a beautiful woman is clinging to him like her life depends on it? He could get used to this. Completely. It only takes him a second to reciprocate, wrapping his arms around her tightly. ]

Whatever's going on, it's not gonna last forever. Can't fix it myself, but stick with me, I'll take care of you, honey.

[endingpoint]

[ Jane nods against his neck, taking a deep breath and letting it out against his skin before pulling back to write. At least we're together. She even manages a shaky smile, but it's more scared than she wants it to be. ]

[inthewar]

[ No one's ever moved quite this fast with him before. She must think he's someone else. But he smiles softly, stroking her cheek. ]

You can stick with me as long as you want, honey, but I gotta ask: who do you think I am?

[endingpoint]

[ Jane pulls back with a deep frown and then holds up her hand, showing her wedding ring before reaching down for his hand. where a ring should be, but isn't. She's so confused and the shock shows on her face as she looks up at him. How can he not remember her? Was he...God, has he been zipped, somehow?

She takes his hand now and presses it over her chest, over her heart. Her eyes are pleading with him to know her, to see his wife and realize she's right here with him. ]

[inthewar]

[ Holy shit. She honestly thinks he's someone she loves. Fucking hell, this is on another level. He's lost in this feeling for a moment, though, seeing actual love in her eyes, wanting him to be her husband so badly. It must be incredible, to be loved like this by someone, to have this for your whole life. ]

Are we - you think we're married?

[ He asks this softly, just trying to understand. ]

[endingpoint]

[ The fact that he doesn't remember her or know her really only means one thing to her. Her husband's memory has been erased. Her heart shatters and she swallows heavily, blinking quickly to try to keep any tears from falling.

Pulling back, she writes, then turns it around to show him. ]

You are my husband. Something happened to you, they erased your memories, like Shepherd did to me. But I'm your wife. Jane.

[inthewar]

[ Fuck. He's about to really break her damn heart and he hates to do that. He steps closer and he reaches out to cradle her face, speaking softly. ]

I fucking wish I was your husband, honey, believe me. But I'm not, I'm sorry. My name's Damien.

[endingpoint]

[ Her chin wrinkles a little as she tries to keep it from shaking. He looks exactly like Kurt, it feels the same when his hands cradle her face, he's looking at her the same way Kurt does when he's worried about her. She doesn't understand how this is possible, she's in a strange place she doesn't remember going to, and now she's mute.

Maybe she was zipped, maybe she's losing her mind. Either way, all of this and being without Kurt is sending her on a crash course to a panic attack, and she swallows hard, stepping away from this man who says he isn't her husband as tears blur her vision. She doesn't know what to do, or where to go; she feels as naked and vulnerable as she did in Times Square when she got herself out of that bag. What happened to her? Where was she? It's as if everything is happening again, only she's in a different place, Kurt isn't Kurt, and she can't speak out. ]

[64th]

[ Cashmere's glad for the note, because she can't hear a damn thing. she looks up from the note to the other woman, brow furrowed in concern. ]

It's not really a hospital, but I can take you to our clinic. They know what they're doing. How's that sound?

[endingpoint]

[ Jane's in a place she isn't sure of, she's meeting people that she feels clueless about, but she nods slowly. What else is she supposed to do? She can't speak, she can't get into deep conversation. Gesturing in a 'lead the way' motion, she begins writing even as they walk. ]

Where are we? How did I get here?

[64th]

[ everyone more or less figures it out as they go. there's no other choice, really. can't go home. can't go anywhere except Hadriel. she was just as disoriented when she arrived. at least there's now people who know what's going on.

she nods at the questions. ]

We've been told it's called Hadriel. How you got here is more complicated. There's a Door, people like us come in along with mutts from different universes. The Door only works one way. Why you're here is a very long story, but as far as we can tell none of us were handpicked and we just happened to win this crappy lottery. Congratulations.

[endingpoint]

[ She has to write everything, so she wants to pick her words carefully as she takes all of that in. Long stories should probably be told when she can react and actually speak to ask questions. ]

Are we in danger?

[64th]

[ good question. after a moment, she shakes her head. ] No, not really. Dangerous things happen, but there's not a permanent state of danger.

I've got your back if we run into anything. I promise.

[endingpoint]

I'm ex-military.

[ Which she says not to impress, but to make sure her new acquaintance knows she can pull her weight if need be, too. They can get each other's backs. As they walk, she can't help but be curious. ]

How long have you been here?

[64th]

[ She looks up from the note and grins. ] "Excellent. Glad to have someone with some experience."

[ At first, Cashmere doesn't want to answer the question and she's sure the hesitation shows on her face. It freaks people out to know how long she's been in Hadriel. Honestly, it freaks her out too. ]

"I've been here about two and a half years. I was somewhere else kind of like this for a about a year before I came here." [ she smiles, and it's a little sad. ] "I haven't been home in a long time, for better or worse."

[endingpoint]

[ Jane swallows heavily, trying to process that. Could she handle being separated from Kurt for God knows how long? She tries putting on a brave face because it won't do her any good to panic in front of the person leading her to the hospital. ]

I'm Jane. From New York.

[64th]

I'm Cashmere, from Panem. Sorry we couldn't meet under better circumstances.

[ most days she considers Hadriel to be the better circumstances. Panem isn't anywhere she wants to return to. ]

Don't worry. Everything going to be okay. Probably not great but definitely tolerable. People are well taken care of here.