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test drive meme # 36

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 September 24th, and apps are open October 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.

You don't want to ride them- someone already tried that. Near you is a horselike beast, one without any fur or skin or anything that might make it more palatable. It's a Nuckelavee, a Nordic mythological creature which terrorizes the Northern Isles.

This demonic creature seems to embody that of a man merged with a horse- but not in the cute centaurian way. They are natural swimmers and emerge from the deep to drag their prey down into the water with them- so terrible that even the scent of their breath can sap you of all will to live. Better hold your own breath and look out!]

L O V E

SCENARIO TWO: GET YOU SOME
[You don't know where you are or where you're going- or what you're even doing in this strange city on the ocean- but you do know that you need someone by your side to make it better. Even if you don't know them, even if you hate them, there's something comforting to having another person so close to you.

Closer.

Physical contact with another person seems to put your mind completely at ease, erasing all of your worries and doing better for your mind than a hundred meditation sessions. So it's time to get friendly, even if you're not really that friendly of a person in the first place.

This is a mini version of our A Little Touchy Feely event this month.]

SCENARIO THREE: 15 MINUTES LATE WITH
[Good news! Love has decided that since other liquids seem to be all the rage amongst you humans and they somehow learned about Earth agricultural crops, they've decided to open up a coffee shop!

Here's the space to live out all of your coffee shop AUs in a Hadriel setting! With a storm brewing over the island and a merry pink glowcloud somehow creating caffeinated drinks on the spot when you order them, get ready to tuck in and get nice and cozy for a few minutes.

But uh-oh! Your name is misspelled! Or it's someone else's name entirely, but it's your drink. Or something about your order is wrong- whatever the case, Confusion definitely wouldn't just stand around and let Love have their fun. Somehow, everything is wrong in this poor coffeeshop... what are you going to do about it?]

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Get Your Red Cape Ready

[ To date, the most frightening thing Evelyn has witnessed in her demonstrably short life was the gentleman, if he could be called that, who came into her cabin on the Sudan, a gleaming metal hook in his hand. Prior to that, she might argue that her most prominent fear was a toss-up between the anticipation of waiting for a proper response from the Bembridge School on the Isle of Wight and the possibility of losing her fought-for job at the Museum of Antiquities after destroying the archives. With priorities so comparatively academic it stands to reason that waking up in a place that was decidedly not the dig site only to be confronted with some kind of skinned monstrosity is mortifying, at best.

She ran.

In strange circumstances in an even stranger environment that looks more like Scotland than the far reaches beyond Wah Ēmpsoy Evelyn hastened away from the Colosseum and toward the closest cluster of buildings, ducking inside with her back pressed against the wall as though plaster and brick might protect her.

Something behind the shop displays stirs and she freezes immediately. ]

Mister O-O'Connell-? Jonathan...?

15 Minutes Late With

[ By no means did Evelyn intend to set foot into one of those trendy little coffee houses, but with the weather being what it was and the temptation to follow a scent she recognised - one so offencively familiar to those vendors in the casbah - she couldn't entirely help herself. Shaken by the events that transpired upon her arrival in this (clearly) Godforsaken place and feeling terrifically alone she rationalised her way past the glowing spectre behind the till and finds herself staring at a cup of what can only be described as something masquerading as coffee.

It is pale, wretched with a truly abominable amount of cream, reeking a florid scent and not at all like the thick, engine-oil sweetness she finds in Cairo. ]

Ah, pardon me- is this really what passes for coffee here? It smells of potpourri.

[ Written on the cup is a scrawled "Eva Lynn." ]

Get You Some

[ "Settling" isn't easy. Evelyn does pride herself in being a relatively adaptable person, capable of working her way through problems of a largely scholarly nature, but for better or worse she appears to be trapped in residence on this desolate rock with a number of other poor souls, and therefore...well, she can almost feel Jonathan chucking her under her chin.

Come on, old mum.

Stiff upper lip, and all that. Might as well introduce herself to whomever she comes across, before the loneliness really starts to sink its teeth in. ]

Hello, I've...only just arrived. Have you been here very long?

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[Tinya has been waiting for what has felt like forever for her soy vanilla latte and she's on the verge of going to the pink glowcloud behind the till to complain about the slow service when she's approached by a young woman carrying a cup of--something. she's not even sure she should call it coffee from the way it smells and asked about it.

she gives an apologetic smile and says] I wouldn't know. I don't even have mine yet and I ordered before you. [she takes another sniff] Are you sure you ordered coffee? That smells more like Chai Tea to me.

No, I...I ordered Turkish coffee, not some Indian tea concoction.

[Evelyn has less familiarity with some of England's far-reaching colonies, such as Bombay and Singapore, and therefore the scent - while admittedly familiar - is not one to which she is accustomed.

Additionally, she is making a pointed effort not to look more put-out than she already is, because of course she would be transported bodily through space and time and not even be able to drink the beverage she wanted. Of course.

Evelyn takes an experimental sip. It isn't bad.]

What, ehm, did you place an order for, if you don't mind my asking?

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That's weird. I wonder how that happened?

[Tinya knows Earth as a unified political entity with old political borders recognized, but still under the Earthgov umbrella as part of the United Planets.

she sighs and wishes for at least the hundredth time that this place had clocks. something to mark the passage of time. something to give her an indication of when she landed when she got here.

and her coffee still isn't ready. of course.

she turns her attention back to her companion]

I asked for a soy vanilla latte. Simple, right? [she gives a wry smile] Apparently not.

I've no idea.

[Comes the breezy, if prim, reply. While the beverage in her hands is not expressly objectionable, it isn't at all what she wanted and so she refrains from sipping again. Evelyn is just preparing to ask another question - namely, how long has this person been trapped here to just accept these curiosities so readily - when the woman's statement sets her slightly off-balance.

She recognises about half of those words.]

...I'm sorry, what is a "soy" latte? The latter means milk, I understand, so some kind of coffee with milk, but-

[she smiles brightly]

It's a latte made with soy milk instead of milk from cows or goats. Nobody uses animal products anymore when I'm from, only substitutes made from plant products.

[ From one world to the other, right? This shouldn't have been a surprise, but... jumping from Wonderland into another place is still a little jarring. Usually during an event, there was a quality to the change in scenery that was - telling. A feeling to it that you might be able to reach out and tug at the edges, to peel back the scene. Here, though... When he'd woken up in the coliseum, Sam had immediately felt like something was different.

What's next? No sign of anyone else from the mansion, but at least he's still got what he'd had on him. There was a short sigh and a moment of extremely brief respite before the monster had appeared from the shadows to try its luck.

(It doesn't yet occur to Sam that he can conceive of the word 'supernatural' for the first time in years.)

A few Nuckelavee-dispatchings later, the younger Winchester is walking through what seems to be a vaguely-populated town with his weapon drawn. Thus far, he's kept to the outskirts, eyeing the other people with suspicion. ... That isn't really how they do things, though, so guilt and habit draw him back out into the open, where... weirdly, nobody seems bothered or in need of rescue.

Except. A strained, female voice reaches his ears, and he doesn't even have to see its owner to identify it. The words are unheard: only the cadence reaches his brain and he short-circuits. ]

E-... [ It dies in his throat. He spots her, but there's no clear sign of danger, so he stands in a very tense stance a short distance away. ]

[Whatever was rustling in the back of the shop stops and grants her the reprieve she requires to skirt around the edge of the storefront window and back through the door, outside once again. Perhaps not blessedly, accounting for the nature of this brand-new place and its brand-new horrors, substantially more dreadful than the attack on their boat and whatever happened to the warden before he ran himself straight into the wall.

Dusting plaster from her shoulder she only affords the quiet business a single backward glance of derision before turning to the empty street.

Or rather, the nearly-empty street.

A very tall - handsome, in a rough around the edges sort of way - man stands only a few yards away from her, his hand wrapped around something just barely concealed at his side. The grip suggests a gun and while not unaccustomed to firearms Evelyn has a healthy amount of suspicion about her in this decidedly dangerous environment. She draws herself up, chin lifted, and makes eye contact to challenge his staring.]

If you've a camera, a photograph will last longer, you know.

[ Plaster and brick might not protect her, but Cassandra Pentaghast's sword will.

There's more movement from within the shop, accompanied by a horrible animal noise, and a nuckelavee appears from behind the display, saliva and perhaps worse things dripping down from its jaws. It looks around, its gaze fixes on Evie, and just as it gears itself to attack -

A figure dives into its path, shield held up to protect herself and sword already slashing through the air. The sword meets the creature's neck, once and then again, a fierce but ultimately short-lived battle. Less than a minute later, the monster falls dead to the floor. The figure straightens, looking down at it, and then she turns her head to look at Evie behind her.

She blinks. ]

You are no demon.

[Spittle slathers down the creature's chin as it takes a few shaky, but purposeful steps closer to her. Pressed against the wall Evelyn hasn't the reflexes to even reach for the arm of a nearby mannequin in the hopes that she might apply a little blunt force, too shocked at the thing's mere presence.

It moves to prepare some kind of leap, the body language of a cat about to spring, and a tall figure steps in to buffet it back with a shield. A shield, as though this were the Middles Ages. The sharp gleam of a blade slips through the air and strikes true, once, twice, and the beast collapses after a spray of blood that she can feel spotting her cheek.

The figure turns.

Oh. Oh, good Lord. They're a woman.]

Ah.

[Hand fluttering up to her cheek and rubbing the red away - only to smear it, rather unsuccessfully - Evelyn clears her throat and swiftly attempts to regain her composure.]

No. I...I am not, I'm just- very apparently in the wrong place at the wrong time. Thank you.

[ Cassandra studies the woman curiously. Not only is she not a demon, she's clearly not a fighter of any sort, either. What is she doing here, alone and undefended? ]

You are welcome.

[ Sheathing her sword, indifferent to the spray of blood staining her own armor, she raises an eyebrow and tries to think how to word the question delicately. ]

Are you lost?

[ Well, she tried. ]

( There's a lot to unpack, even for Millie, who believes herself to have lived a relatively colourful life up until now. Though none of that involved being dragged into strange new dimensions, with a city that doesn't make a great deal of sense the more she thinks about it.

But those thoughts are cut off by a woman introducing herself, and Millie blinks herself out of her musings, a shock of dark cherry hair and painted lips and nails (chipping, now, unfortunately) offset against comfortable, loose trousers and a well-fitted shirt. )

Me? No. ( What an awful existence that would be. After travelling the world, living in London for so long... sure, Hadriel has its charms, but it's hardly a place to make a life for herself, is it? ) I'm quite new here. ( A half-smile, a confident little thing despite that problem. She doesn't mind a friendly face, and especially not a pretty one. )

I suppose you're looking for new friends, too, then? ( She extends a hand. ) Millie Harcourt.

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test drive meme # 36

Evelyn Carnahan | The Mummy

15 Minutes Late

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:) fear :)

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red cape

EYES EMOJI

DEAN EMOTE

get you some / i'll bring the librarian later ok have this babe in the meantime