dankmemes | Test Drive Meme #33

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 June 24th, and apps are open July 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: WEARS HIGH HEELS WHEN SHE EXERCISES
[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.

And this one is, well, particularly creepy. Especially if you dislike body horror, or spiders, or being eaten. This time, the Door has brought in Virginias, from the video game The Forest.

Virginias are rather disturbing-looking monsters, looking a bit like multiple bodies all squished together. They move quickly, they can charge and leap at you, and those creepy arms and legs hurt like hell. They also make skittering noises, if you want to be even more creeped out. So have fun with that!]

L O V E

SCENARIO TWO: YES, LIKE THAT
[Today, it's you time. You woke up this morning and you knew it was the perfect day to practice a little self-care. To put yourself first. To treat yourself. And that's what you're going to do!

Whether that means drinking too much, skipping out on unwanted obligations, telling people what you really think of them, or eating that last donut - you're looking after you now, and it doesn't matter what anybody else thinks! All that matters is that you're happy. So party on, and let's hope your fun doesn't get in the way of anyone else's life.

This is a mini version of our Love Yourself event this month.]

R A G E

SCENARIO THREE: JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS
[This morning you didn't wake up wanting to treat yourself. Oh, no. You woke up wanting to show your anger - to the world, to yourself, to anyone watching. You want to break shit, start fights, get into pointless internet arguments. They're wrong, after all.

So why not? Find a stray piece of wood and start smashing windows. Tell someone you don't like the way they're looking at you. Post something incendiary on ~~Twitter~~ Hadriel's network. And wait for the responding anger. That's what you want, right? Someone to face off against?

Let's just hope you don't go too far.]

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[That's. Definitely a rock headed for Mello's head, yes, but luckily he sees it coming in time and manages to duck out of the way as it sails over his shoulder. He's less than pleased about it, of course, and doesn't take the time to look at who threw it before snapping in their direction:]

Watch it.

[ The jagged rocks sails towards it's target, an ornate shop window that could use a little remodeling (like the rests of this place), but her aim is off. It narrowly misses a passerby and, if not for the trickle of rage in her belly, she'd have felt a flash of guilt.

Well, she would have until he snapped. ]

I wasn't trying to fucking hit you. [ Her response is defensive. She knows full well she's at fault and a city with a healer or not, a heavy rock to the head could be damaging if not deadly. ]

Damn. [ Don't snap at her, even if his voice tickles something in the back of her mind. She picks up another rock at hurtles it at a window near him, likely on purpose.

What, girl can be petty sometimes. ]

[He recognizes her voice instantly, of course he does - even through the disorientation of waking up here with a sense of lost time, he knows that particular vocal cadence as well as he knows his own. Blue eyes narrow and sharpen to study her face, gauge whether it's really her or a cruel trick.]

Sharon?

[His voice is gentler this time, cautious but ringed with a wash of hope. If it really is her, does she remember him?]

[ It starts with just a single trickle; a tingle of a memory. Warm lips, calloused hands. A gun. Wrong things and good things all wrapped into one, somehow perfect, thing. She opens her mouth, whatever other rock she'd picked up held loosely in her hand. Sharon is young again. Her bleached hair is only a few weeks old and the vest she wears, though torn, muddied, and bloodied, lacks three distinct holes.

He's different, too.

She blinks and finally finds it in her to breathe. When had she forgotten to breathe? ]

Fuck. [ Breathless. Confused. Her eyes sting but she refuses to let them water. She's not upset. To be honest, she's not sure what she is, but she does know that there can be no greater person to come across in any world, at any time, than him. ]

Is this real? [ Because who (and she knows who) could be so cruel to make him appear like magic. Even in a rage, the last thing she wants to do is rage against him. ]

Test Drive Meme #33

and a rage. c':

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