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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[He's panting, standing there with the head of the sledgehammer resting against some pieces of plastic that are so smushed they're never going to be able to be scraped off the ground. It hasn't made him feel better, just made him exhausted, because for all his shouting he is far too weak to be swinging this thing around.]

No. No I'm not alright.

[He looks over at Connor, not recognizing him, and therefore deeming him as not a threat. Leaning heavily against the handle of the hammer he tries to get his breathing back under control.]

This felt better last time I did it.

[Well, he still seems agitated, but not overly hostile. Always a bonus, and Connor's posture relaxes a little both due to feeling more confident and to purposefully appear nonthreatening.]

The adrenaline rush that comes from destroying something is likely being counteracted by the resulting exhaustion. Perhaps you should rest, and break a different radio tomorrow.

[It's not flippant, just matter-of-fact, although Connor does recognize that there's some inherent ridiculousness in it. But it's also the truth, and he really is somewhat concerned about this human exhausting himself too much; he doesn't look all that well.]

[While that's true, it's an odd thing to say and Pratt just stares.]

I'm fine.

[No he's not. And even he knows it.]

I don't think the radio is the problem. Maybe it's the sledgehammer.. Or I should just shoot it next time.

[He sets his jaw thinking about that, and almost immediately realizes that he sounds like a complete basket case talking about shooting radios. He bursts into pathetic laughter, dropping the sledgehammer so he can hold the sides of his head and hunch over.]

I'm going crazy aren't I?

[Connor stares back evenly, not in a challenging way but just watching. Contrary to what Pratt might be thinking, Connor doesn't find anything about this particularly strange, though he comes from a place where humans destroy a lot more than radios; Pratt's actions are downright harmless in comparison, not something that warrants any particular attention.

He furrows his eyebrows a little at the last question, continuing to watch Pratt, a lot more concerned about the seemingly hysterical laughter than anything else.]

I'm not qualified to make that assessment, but destroying inanimate objects out of frustration or anger is not overly unusual.

You are disturbingly calm. People smash things with sledgehammers a lot in front of you?

[ He rubs his head one last time before plopping down onto a nearby crate because his legs are done holding him upright. ]

I'm Pratt by the way. Deputy. Deputy Pratt.

[Connor is glad to see him sit down, and the mention of 'deputy' catches his attention. He steps a little closer now that the situation has defused further, responding amicably.]

It's nice to meet you, Deputy Pratt. My name is Connor.

[And... He might need to come up with a last name if he's going to do this whole 'blending in with humans' thing, but Pratt only gave one name so maybe he can get away with it himself.

As for the question--]

I work with the Detroit Police Department, and so although I rarely deal with individuals wielding sledgehammers, I am often shot at.

[And actually shot, but he'll leave that out considering the whole human thing, again.]

We have something in common then.

[ He manages a small smile, rubbing the back of his neck and looking up at the ceiling. ]

We don't even get hazard pay for getting shot where I am in Montana. I'm gonna have to cash out some PTO to replace my car that got blown up. Things any better in Michigan?

[Connor not only doesn't get hazard pay, he doesn't get paid at all; androids aren't considered people, after all, at least not yet. So it's not exactly a lie when he answers--]

Not in that regard, no. I don't receive hazard pay either. How did your car get blown up?

[It sounds like there's a story there and he's curious.]

This pay is bullshit.

[Well it would probably have been good had where he lived not descended into cult controlled madness with everyone murdering each other.]

Damn Peggies. They tried to blow it up with me in it actually. Shot it with a grenade launcher. I loved that car, 1973 Pygmalion SSR. Bright red.

[ That's a Pontiac Firebird for those not trying to escape copyright infringement and licensing agreements.]

Peggies?

[He feels like he's missing something here, although it's obvious how much Pratt liked his car. Connor's also a little amazed he survived being shot at with a rocket launcher, but maybe it was a near miss or something.]

Project at Eden's Gate.

It's a cult we're dealing with in my neck of the woods. Hopefully not spreading out of the valley.

What kind of cult?

[He's instantly fascinated, both due to his programming as a detective and from his own genuine curiosity. He knows some basic, general information about various types of cults in human history, but they can be quite different and he wants more details.]

Religious. Led by Joseph Seed, they call him 'The Father.'

[ He looks away, running his hands through his hair. He doesn't really want to talk about this. ]

They're building bunkers all over the place for the Collapse. Which would be fine if they weren't murdering and kidnapping everyone who disagrees with them.

[He's curious, and the part of him that's made to find answers at any cause wants to keep pressing, but Pratt is not a suspect and empathy is... One of those things Connor isn't sure he likes having developed, but developed it has. So he can tell that Pratt seems uncomfortable, and therefore changes the subject slightly.]

Is this the sort of thing you normally investigate?

[Or did he just get dragged into it? He could see how someone working homicide or something might've ended up crossing paths with a cult.]

Not in the slightest.

A busy day for me involves trailing drunk drivers on lawnmowers, maybe someone set a mailbox on fire for fun, there's a lady up in the hills who has a pet cougar that keeps attacking people's cows.

Nothing like what's happening now.

[He's about to ask if there just isn't normally much crime where Pratt is, but--]

Someone is keeping a pet cougar? Why?

[That sounds... Not smart, but also kind of weird in general; many wild animals are extinct or close to extinct where and when Connor is from, so a live cougar being kept as a pet is pretty much unheard of.]

I think she found it as a cub and raised it.

Why she lets it out to go roam around is a whole other story.

[He'd talked to her several times about that but.. Montana. Good luck getting anyone to do anything they don't want to.]

It's sorta trained. Kind of.

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