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test drive meme # 35

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 August 25th, and apps are open September 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: GET YOUR RED CAPE READY
[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 they sure are big boys. Big and easily angered and ready to run right over you. This time, the Door has brought in Brontos, from the video game Dragon Age.

Brontos are large oxen-like beasts, though more sure-footed due to spending all their time in caves underground. There are domesticated brontos, bred to haul and be ridden and eaten... but these aren't those. These brontos are wild, one and all, and they are skittish and large and perfectly capable of running you over. Maybe just keep your distance.]

SCENARIO TWO: DESERTED
[You're alone. Completely alone, as far as you can tell. Nothing here works - oh, there's food in the stores, sure, but the water's not running, the electricity isn't working. There's not a soul on the streets, where you would normally expect to see at least a few people here and there.

So what will you do? Smash windows and grab food from the stores? (Well, the doors are all unlocked, but hey, who doesn't love smashing windows.) Shout in the streets in hopes someone will hear? Curl into a ball and cry? All valid choices. But then, what will you do when you do find someone, after thinking you were all alone? Someone you like, someone you hate, a complete stranger?

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

S O R R O W

SCENARIO THREE: ONE MORE CHANCE
[You can't stop thinking about the one who got away. They've been on your mind - well, it feels like forever, but maybe it's only been a few days. A few hours. But you can't stop thinking about them and regretting what could have been.

Maybe it's a failed romance. Maybe a broken friendship. Maybe a family member who walked away - or who you walked away from. Even a business partner who things ended poorly with. Whatever it was, you regret how things went down. If only you had another chance, a chance to fix things!

And then, there they are. The person you've been thinking of. What will you do? Beg forgiveness? Make amends? Run away? Make your decision and take action, because as soon as you do it you might realize it was never that person at all. You might have just poured out your heart and begged forgiveness from a complete stranger.]

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One

[ Your day is done, little girl.

Kettara comes to on the ground, kicking at the dirt and scrabbling for her axes. Her blood is up, threatening to go into a full rage - the kind she’s only seen in others, never experienced herself - and she stands with a roar, ready to fight. Master Shotoa, the traitor, intends to gut her? He sees her as a child?

Fine. Death will be his teacher, as it apparently failed the lesson all those years ago.

Only Shotoa and his Grimtotem killers are nowhere to be seen.

Kettara moves in a slow circle, axes held ready. She summons her totems, just for the comfort of having them by her side.

The elements sigh, but respond. Something is wrong here. ]

Shotoa! Where are you hiding?

[ She roars a battle cry, clanging her axes together. The other Earthen Ring apprentices are older and most of them are better with appeasing the elements, but Kettara is a Frostwolf to her core, a warrior first. She can fight.

The only thing to fight is a group of four-legged creatures that remind her of kodo. They eye her suspiciously. ]

Two

[ Kettara is meditating. It seems like the thing to do. She doesn’t know this place or its strange, empty buildings. She’s heard of human settlements from the other shaman and has vague, confusing recollections of her own time in the camps and this seems like the sort of place they would build, with glass windows.

That seems horribly unsuitable to her. Why would you waste glass on something so easy broken?

There’s no one there she might ask. No one living, at least, and even Kettara’s own ancestors never seemed terribly interested in speaking with her. The ones that inhabit this place, if they linger, seem likewise uninclined.

Her questions remain.

So she sits in the middle of the road, legs crossed, and meditates. If she’s patient, if she listens, the wisdom will come to her.

She keeps her weapons close, though. Just in case. Neither the ancestors nor the elements care for helping fools. ]

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[ Hit me! ]

[ Meditating is about to get a little difficult. From a few streets over comes an annoyingly loud shuffling noise followed by dragging, then some more shuffling. drag drag ]

Fucking.... C'mon...

[If she comes to investigate she will find an emaciated human in a deputy uniform pushing a crate absolutely loaded with canned food down the street. It would be smarter and easier to make a few trips instead of trying to shove something that weighs more than him back to his house, but Pratt wants to hole up in his place and not leave. He refuses to be here for the Reaping.]

Be strong. Be strong. Can do this.

[shooooooooooove.]

[ It's not wisdom that gets her attention, precisely. But there's noise and that's something. It' more than she had a moment earlier, when there was nothing but her own self and the dust.

Kettara opens her eyes, sniffing the air.

Human.

It's been a long time since she's caught the sent of a human, living or otherwise.

Kettara feels her lip curl, but fights it back. She stands slowly, putting her weapons away. The Horde isn't at war with the humans, not precisely, but she remembers, in the bone deep way of her ancestors, how that last war went. How badly it ruined her mother's people, Frostwolves and so many others - true, proud warriors - brought low, brought to nothing. It wasn't humans who caused that, it was the warlocks and actions of the desperate, but the humans were the ones who controlled the aftermath. Who organized the camps.

Master Muln says everyone should be judged on their own merits and Kettara agrees, to a certain extent. She's friends with dwarves and draenei, has fought alongside Krelna and called her sister without hesitation, but humans are something else entirely.

Humans cannot be shaman. They cannot hear the elements.

Humans have not, to her knowledge, ever enslaved the elements and forced them into chains either.

Kettera squares her shoulders. She will do her master proud.

So she follows the sound and the smell, until she rounds a corner and sees the human in question.

Male. Adult.

Smaller than she expected.

Kettara stares for a moment. She's taller than him, bigger than him. He doesn't appear to be carrying weapons or wearing any armor at all. There's almost no chance he'll understand her language.

But she has to try, doesn't she? This human - this small, smelly thing - is the only living soul she's yet seen.

Kettara clears her throat, then slaps her shoulder in the traditional orcish salute. The human ought to respect that, if he knows anything. ]

The Earthen Ring salutes you, human.

[ She doesn't bow. He hasn't earned that. He hasn't earned the salute, either, but gestures must be made. It has to start somewhere. ]

I won't hurt you.

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[ He has his back against the crate, shoving it with all his strength. But the moment he hears any sound that means he's not alone he springs back, grabbing for something from within the pile of food.

A sledgehammer. On the scale of things that are intimidating, a clearly malnourished man wielding a sledgehammer rates somewhere around the same level of terror as a kitten with a knife taped to it.]

What.. ? Who?

[ He blinks in surprise, not really understanding what he's looking at. There's the armor, the fact she's gigantic compared to him, and that she doesn't look human at all. He hesitates, normally he'd have turned and fled immediately when confronted with someone far stronger than him ~~everyone~~. But he's been alone now for days and it's doing terrible things to his already tenuous mental stability. She doesn't seem to be aggressive so he lowers the sledgehammer a bit, still on edge but trying to not panic. ]

Hi. I'm.. [ Okay, time to catch his breath a bit because he is tired as hell from shoving this thing around.] I'm Deputy Pratt.

[ The thing he brandishes looks more like a farming tool than a proper weapon. Kettara tips her head to one side, then the other, considering him. She's seen smaller things, Kettara supposes. The goblins, certainly. But there are goblin shaman, and that elevates them in her mind.

That, and goblins have proper ears. Humans have strange, round ones. It's very disconcerting. ]

Hello, Deputy Pratt.

[ Kettara blinks at him. ]

Are we going to fight? I don't think that would be fair.

[He bristles. Wanting to start a fight just to prove that he's not weak, that he can defeat anything. But he's not stupid enough to think he can take her. She'd probably end him in one punch. Instead he sets his weapon back down on the crate, hoping a show of non-violence won't encourage her to attack him.]

I'm not looking for a fight. Was looking for food. Everyone's gone, there's no electricity, the phones don't work.... eventually there'll be no more food and water. Gotta be prepared.

[Like the good apocalypse prepper he is, his entire house is filled with bottles of water and non-perishable food. But you can never be too careful or have enough. Hence this entire pallet of vegetable soup that's coming with him back home.]

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