Test Drive Meme #33

[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 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.]

Comments

tony stark ⊛ mcu

[hyperverbose]

0 1 ⊛ ι ' м • в ε ι и g • т α к ε и • σ ν ε я • в ч • т н ε • ƒ ε α я | fear event

[ the timing couldn't be worse, really. or maybe it could, but luckily, he's been saved from knowing that. instead, tony is eyeing up the arena, with more irritation than disbelief. perhaps that why he directs his annoyance towards the first person he spots - you, next to him. his tone is tight, his jaw clenched a bit as he rattles off: ]

You know, as abductions go, this is a really inconvenient time for, oh, I don't know, the entire universe, so if you wanna turn this thing around, so we can get back to the galaxy saving, that'd be -- [ he halts mid-rant, reading on their face both an innocence of what they're being accused of... as well as something else. ]

... Something's behind me, isn't it.

0 2 ⊛ ι ' d • ω α и и α • в ε • м ε • т σ σ | love event

[ an overflux of self-love for tony can't be complete without an audience to witness as much, so that's why he's throwing a house party. ac/dc is blasting off the speakers, and the alcohol is flowing a bit too freely, at least on his end.

sorry to anybody who might be his neighbor and/or roommate. he can be found using repulsors to fire at empty bottles being tossed up into the sky by shrieking party-goers, or just generally schmoozing at the center of the action. ]

0 3 ⊛ α я ε • ч σ υ • ι и ѕ α и ε • l ι к ε • мε | wildcard

[ either rage event, or hit me up with something else entirely ]

love event

[itsnotaonesie]

[Don't worry, Peter's not here to drink. He's a good boy. What he is here to do is follow good ol' Mr. Stark around with his phone out and take pictures every time he catches him acting like a jackass.

He has so many pictures.]

Y'know, Mr. Stark. You could totally put someone's eye out if you keep blowing these bottles up like that.

[I mean if he was actually worried about that then he probably wouldn't be out here tossing them into the sky to begin with, but hey.]

[hyperverbose]

[ he lowers his arm just enough to shoot peter a judgy af expression ] No one likes a party pooper, Parker. Who's the adult here? [ don't answer that. he looks around and says loudly: ] Didn't anybody ID at this shindig?

[ tony, this is your party ]

[itsnotaonesie]

[The judgy look would probably have more impact if not for the fact that drunk Tony Stark here is blowing shit out of the sky for funsies. So, Peter just rolls his eyes. Because teenager.]

Dude, I'm just sayin'. Being old doesn't magically make doing a dangerous thing not dangerous.

Also, you invited me.

[Now did Tony actually invite him or is Peter just hoping he's too buzzed to remember whether or not he invited him? What mystery]

[hyperverbose]

It means I know better than you. Years of experience. Wisdom of the ages.

C'mon, line her up.

[itsnotaonesie]

Yeah, yeah.

[Old people, god. He grabs another empty bottle and pitches it into the air, not as hard as he could because they'd never see that bottle again, but it's out there. This was either going to end well or it wasn't, but no matter what happens the evening was bound to be entertaining.]

[hyperverbose]

[ he whirls around, completely unnecessarily, dropping into a lunge and lining up the shot. miraculously, even in his inebriated state, it strikes home, and the bottle explodes.

however, peter's warnings prove to have some merit, as glass shards sort of go... everywhere, beginning to rain down on the crowd. there are some shrieks, people ducking for cover, drunken shocked laughter pealing out. ]

[itsnotaonesie]

[See, Peter's always right. Except for most of the time, when he's not.

He watches the bottle just friggen explode, which would be cool if not for the glass shower. He makes kind of a wincing sound and raises his hands to his face in that 'oh nooo what have I doooone' sort of way, but nobody really seems to be hurt by the falling glass. Y'know, this time.]

Oh my God. Sorry! S-sorry, everyone, um. Check your drinks for glass? I guess? Jeez...

[Yeah maybe that's enough of these shenanigans. He turns back to Tony and just looks Done.]

Nice shot, Mr. Stark. Seriously, though? If you're gonna keep doing this, we need to maybe move away from people.

[hyperverbose]

Why? They're loving it. Right? [ he raises a hand to the party-goers, a few who are drunk enough to clap and give him the validation he's looking for. he goes back to grab his own drink off the nearby counter, stirs it a bit and there's a slight clinking sound of either ice or glass hitting the side. he frowns and ... sets that back down, snapping his fingers ] Fresh round, on me.

01

[patriotnow]

Yes. But if you want to keep shooting your mouth off please go ahead. It will make watching you get eaten more entertaining.

[Though despite his joke, Klaes, standing in front of Tony and eyeing the monster over Tony's shoulder, has his gun trained on the beast. This man might talk too much at the wrong time, but he looks like he might be able to make himself useful if he doesn't get eaten]

Move your head or i'm not going to apologize if I shoot off part of your ear.

[hyperverbose]

Don't even buy a guy dinner first. [ but he'll concede, ducking aside quickly and raising his own hand, the winding noise of a repulsor firing up as he trains on --

a horrific monster, that shocks even him momentarily. ] ... Nevermind, mood ruined anyway. [ and as the thing begins to lunge at them, he's just going to release a blast, striking it right in the chest ]

1.

[roseofthetyrells]

[Margaery has been listening to his rant with an expression of polite interest. obviously he has something he would like to go back to, but that’s not an option at this time. She’s also looking fairly odd, in a fancy gown and a Japanese sword. she looks like she’s an escapee of a RenFaire. When he asks his question, she just nods politely and says]

Yes, there is. So if you wouldn’t mind moving three steps to your right, I can kill it for you.

[hyperverbose]

[ annnnd he can't help himself. he's gotta peek. and then immediately regret it, but at least wheel to the side for her. ] ... Who am I to argue with the nice lady with a sword?

[roseofthetyrells]

[that was a bad idea. he's gotten its attention, so it skitters a little and moves to strike.

or it would, if Margaery hadn't gracefully leapt the distance between her and the Virginia, striking it neatly through the head. she twists her sword and what's left of the creature's head makes a squishing noise.

once it stops twitching, she withdraws her sword, wiping the blade clean with a handkerchief she's retrieved from the bodice of her gown, then holding her blade at the ready in case more Virginias are attracted by the noise]

That's wise of you, ser. If you'd like, I can escort you to the exit?

[hyperverbose]

[ it happens quickly enough that he's a little dazed by both the fucked up nature of the creature, the calm demeanor of the woman who swiftly dispatches it, and the matter-of-factness of her offer ] ... Yeah. Yeah, why don't we go with that?

Couple of questions though. [ he points at the thing ] What was that. [ he points at her ] Who are you. [ and his finger ambles around, indicating the general structure they're in ] And a more general-ish where the hell am I.

[roseofthetyrells]

[this is not Margaery's first time assisting someone at the Colosseum. she goes there every month, hoping to find her brother or grandmother. every month, she's disappointed, but at least she can help others and practice her swordplay] Very well, then. This way. [she gestures to her left]

Certainly. That was a monster from another world. I am Margaery Tyrell, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. [she laughs a little and smiles warmly at him] Which you've likely never heard of. And you, ser, are in Hadriel. You were taken from your world by something called the Door and left here on this planet to serve as a--a food source for beings called the gods.

[hyperverbose]

[ he's not complaining.

well. until she gets to the end of all that. then he'll very audibly complain, pulling up sharply and turning back towards her ] Serve as a what-now?

[roseofthetyrells]

[her smile turns wry and more than a little bitter, as does her tone of voice, changing from its pleasant sound to something a little darker] We serve as a food source to being calling themselves gods. They aren't gods, of course, but they have powers beyond ours. Once a month, sometimes twice--excuse me a moment--[she skewers another oncoming Virginia]--they make us feel a particular emotion very strongly by--by playing with our minds and perceptions.

There are seven of them in total. Hope, Fear, Sorrow, Love, Rage, Confusion, and Tranquility.

They also provide the food, the [she stumbles a bit with this word] electricity, and the goods at the shops. So there are many here who blindly accept what the so-called gods do without much complaint. I am not one of them.

02 awww here it goes

[smoketendrils]

[all at once the music stops.

well, it doesn't really stop, so much as someone shoots it.

it was for the best, really, because that is awful music and any bard would be ashamed of themselves for abusing instruments that way.

the music wasn't really the point, however- it was an unexpected casualty of Percy's arrival on the scene, having just came from a pub where he overheard someone making some very large claims about some man named Tony Stark's inventions. And Percy, being a petty human high on his own cyanide kool-aid right now, decided to come and prove a point.

That point is probably some attempt at "anything you can do I can do better," which he is going to lose so quickly, but shhh. Self-Love Percy isn't listening to Logic today.

So here he stands, an extremely Ren Faire gunslinger with anime hair. And a fucking smoking revolver that shot the stereo.]

Tony Stark? I'd like a word.

yessss

[hyperverbose]

[ well, that's one way to get his attention. the crowd parts a bit, creating an alley between the two men, and tony casually dangles a glass in one hand, taking in percy's... unusual appearance, and directing his first comment at the people nearby ] Is everybody seeing this? It's not just me, right?

[smoketendrils]

For gods' sakes, at least have the fucking decency to look at a man when he's speaking to you.

[Maybe from someone else, that would sound pompous and lordly, but from Percy it's that exasperation of a noble who has had his patience tested and the piss and vinegar of a member of Vox Machina whose pride as been insulted.

...Unintentionally. He's going to feel like such a royal git after this, but the pettiness will remain, and you can justify a lot if you feel petty enough about it.]

[hyperverbose]

Just like the decency you exercised in executing my sound system? [ he pushes off the counter and starts sauntering forward ] You owe me a Sabbath CD.

[smoketendrils]

I think I did everyone here a favor. Is that really music where you're from? [He's not Goth enough for Sabbath, man. He saunters forward himself, the music forgotten in favor of the more important matter of dick measuring.] I've been hearing you're quite the tinkerer.

[hyperverbose]

Is that why you decided to come break my stuff, so you could watch me fix it firsthand? Methinks there's better ways, Thomas Jefferson. Asking, for example.

[smoketendrils]

[Percy gives one look around the room at the wide-eyed spectators and then slowly looks back at Tony, like ???]

Given the circumstances, I don't think you would have taken the challenge seriously unless I made an impression.

[Somewhere Aldritch Killian sneezes. Or he would if he weren't extra crispy dead.]