Test Drive Meme #33

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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 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

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[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.]

[hyperverbose]

Oh this is a challenge now. You're supposed to throw one of those fancy gloves down, but I guess that works.

[smoketendrils]

[He inclines his head in a nod and then turns to the surprised audience around, before barking, in an extremely British way:] Pull.

[It takes a moment for someone to realize what's being asked, but sensing something even more genuinely exciting taking place, the throwing of breakable objects to hit continues. Percy pulls out Animus and opens fire. The first is elegant and precise, despite the clunkiness of the pepperbox in comparison to what most people are accustomed to. The second equally so. And so it goes for the next three shots. The sixth and final shot is a little less precise, but still ultimately hits the mark.

So basically he just fucking wild west-ed a bunch of bottles, and he is very smug about it.] Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III of Whitestone. [He gives Cabal's Ruin a little sweep as he turns back to Tony, the arcane lightning on the underside of the cloak giving off tiny sparks for effect.] Inventor of the firearm.

[Jump-cut to Percy twelve hours from now screaming into a pillow.]

[hyperverbose]

[ ok, to be honest, tony is not entirely unimpressed, but he'll be damned if he ever lets that show on his face for a moment ]

... That thing? That's your idea of a firearm?

[smoketendrils]

[IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT, RIPLEY BUILT IT, MOTHERFUCKER. SHE HAS NO SENSE OF AESTHETICS.]

In comparison to what, exactly?

[hyperverbose]

[ well. you asked. he smirks, and then ... does his own pull, whipping a glass off the counter into the air, whirling around completely unnecessarily, and letting off a repulsor blast from the palm of his gauntlet that sends it slamming into a far wall, where it shatters spectacularly. there's ooo's and ahh's. he soaks it up, turning smugly to wiggle the armored fingers at percy ] One that's actually an arm?

[smoketendrils]

[When his fist clenches, it's the one with the Diplomacy gaunlet and he has to slowly uncurl his fingers so that he doesn't crush the mechanism, holding it up so that Tony can see it... It's hard to deny it does look like a Ren Faire version of his repulsor.]

Perhaps I should have opened with that.

[hyperverbose]

[ well, well. things just got interesting ] Looks like the kid gloves are on. [ he nods up towards where they've been blasting shit ] Well?

[smoketendrils]

Diplomacy doesn't quite work like that. [It's a little hard to admit and now that he's thinking of it, he really should work on giving it a core that spits lightning to match Cabal's Ruin. Something to think about.

But I do have something that does. [HEY GODS, I'M USING YOUR VESTIGES FOR A DICK MEASURING CONTEST. He waves a gauntlet-ed hand at the audience who oblige him a very nice piece of pottery. As it starts it's descent, the leather cloak he's wearing crackles with electricity and all at once the pottery explodes with a crackle of lightning and ozone and obliterated clay.

He just wasted a charge of his vestige to show off. Because why the hell not? Granted, he didn't invent the fucking cloak, but Logical Percy isn't home right now.]

[hyperverbose]

[ waiiit a minute ] No visible power source. Clever.

[smoketendrils]

[He waves a hand. This dick measuring contest actually worked in his favor. Score one for Team Privileged Fuck.] It's arcane-based, which is cheating, but if it helps a person add a little showmanship to their craft, then why not?

[hyperverbose]

I'm all for showmanship, but I prefer my tech with a little less hocus pocus.

[smoketendrils]

Magic is bullshit and I'll be the first to admit it. It's just a necessary evil sometimes in a world full of it. Adapt or perish, as the saying goes.

[hyperverbose]

I can appreciate the sentiment. What I can't appreciate is you showing up to blast my house party.

[smoketendrils]

[Percy blinks steadily like he's only just remembered what he's done and is his Rational Brain is trying to duel his Egotistical Brain for the rights to good sense. All it really does is leave him with a headache.]

I live to make an impression. [That seems to be... acceptable anyway.

And then he walks away because it's one of those moments where remaining is just going to make things awkward or they'll go in circles with dick measuring forever.]