dankmemes | 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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Good. While it's best if men behave as gentlemen, better a cad back away than show his true colors.

[He's rather good at false sincerity. Especially when what little bit of touchy self-righteousness he had is fading. He'd mistaken stress for arrogance. And although a large part of him hates humans and sees their worst traits, another equally powerful side to his heart loves them. And that helps soothe the rest of his moodiness away.

After all, he's not feeling right today. And he's more than willing to let go.]

Tyki Mikk. [He smiles his most charming, the sort of behavior that he uses most often in the Portuguese courts. While he'd usually take a hand or offer an arm, she's made it obvious that she doesn't want to be touched. So he'll behave himself for the time being.] Who have I had the pleasure of acquainting myself with?

Madam Rosalind Lutece.

[She wants very much to take a step forward; instead, she bites the inside of her cheek, ignoring the growing urge. Her fingers curl at her sides, but her expression is calm.]

From 1909, England, since that seems to be a common question.

I'd assumed as much. We're from around the same time, but not the same place. I'm from Portugal, although I've visited England recently. It was lovely.

[Tyki looks towards her curling fingers for a moment, he's honestly impressed. He knows that he's managed to not simply go grabbing at people, no matter how things ache. But most humans just don't have that level of self control. She's not trembling or reaching towards strangers, there's no grimace or weakness in her face.

She really is an impressive lady.]

Have you been affected, madam? It's quite a trial to suffer.

Of course I have.

[It's a little snappish, which is the first sign she's struggling from strain.]

. . . but I'm told it will end. Even if it takes weeks.

Forgive me. I didn't mean to be rude. But there are a whole host of possible offenses in this place.

[He's just a little closer now, expression patient and kind. His own fingers almost ache, he wants to touch her so badly all of the sudden. Maybe it's because she's so fierce and set against it. Maybe it's because he's being worn down by whatever is causing this.

It's starting to get upsetting for badly he longs for contact.]

It's terrible that a fine lady has to suffer so. But you're to be commended, few would have such control.

[She studies him carefully. There's something about the lilt of his words that sets her on edge, but there's nothing but apparent sincerity in his gaze. Perhaps because he reminds her of those at home, the men she never trusted, the ones who'd mistaken a slick oiliness for charm.]

And yourself?

[Experimentally, ignoring her own mounting desire, she takes a step towards him.]

How is your own self control, sir?

I'm managing as well as can be expected. If a man can't control himself, what use is he?

[Tyki knows all about the kind of men she's reminded of, lesser men, weaker men who think they can get what they want through lies and force. Or those who think a man's worth is in his money, the weakest of them yet that think that they can own a woman through the golden idol. These are the men that are easiest to use, to get information from for the Noah's cause. Greed and lust for power, they serve the Noah's cause almost as well as sorrow and loss do.

Men like that are nothing. And Tyki is not one of those men.

He closes the gap a bit more now, without touching her at all. His arm is extended, an offer that depends entirely on her terms. She is in power, after all. There's no excitement in a closed door, and he is disgusted at the idea of any interactions that aren't craved. He can happily walk right by her, without a single moment of contact. Or perhaps, they can manage through this together. Misery does love company, after all.]

But that doesn't mean I don't feel the ache.

[She watches him for a long few seconds, studying his expression. Waiting, perhaps, for a break in his expression, some flicker of . . . god knows. Something. Lust or greed; sadism or pettiness.

But there's nothing. Just the same unerring politeness, sans any idiocy or blankness.]

Come along, then.

[Because she won't do this in public. This being nothing more scandalous than holding hands, but still, she doesn't want anyone witnessing it. So it's back to her apartment, and presumably he'll follow.]

Of course.

[He does follow, keeping a comfortable distance for her dignity. He won't dare get too close, and cause offense. It's obvious that she doesn't want public contact, and he's been trained to be a perfect gentleman.

Besides, if he's impolite he'll lose the opportunity. And her strength and poise make her far more interesting than anyone else he's had the chance to suffer this curse with.

Their walk is quiet enough for the majority of the very short journey to her apartment. It's cold and unpleasant, the weather in Hadriel has been dreadful as of late. And the few people on the street seem irritable and stressed.

But Tyki doesn't even notice, he's so set on the task at hand. As long as no one approaches them, he won't even spare a look.]

test drive meme # 36

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I am so sorry about the wait