test drive meme # 36

[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 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?]

Comments

[themogget]

[A white cat is lying on the counter, next to a half-empty espresso cup of milk (lightly spiced with something, he thinks, but milk is milk and he's not feeling so capricious as to knock it to the floor) with the word 'meggit' scribbled across the side.

Meggit Mogget doesn't appear to care very much.]

I thought I smelled wet dog. [He says, moving his head and yawning as the tiny bell at his neck gently rings.] You might have bathed before you came in here.

[standformyself]

[Those ears perk up, and look, those legs are growing a little so that the Dog can rest her chin on the counter. Be prepared for a small huff of air that is exhaled, although she's not going to a tongue to the face, yet, or steal the rest of whatever his drink is.]

I don't do baths.

[Because swimming doesn't count at all. Baths tend to involve soap and all sorts of horrible torture. She doesn't need to smell like roses. Yuck.]

[themogget]

[Mogget is woefully prepared, and lazily bats a paw at the head just in handy reach of him. He keeps his claws in... this time.]

Evidently. [He purrs, levelling his attention on the dog for a few moments more before he yawns again, a show of sharp white teeth and a small pink tongue, and rolls up gracefully onto his feet.

Mogget walks the length of the counter, snaking his way between cups and jugs and bottles, and jumps down to the floor. As he walks beneath the Disreputable Dog's head, he flicks the tip of his tail against her nose.]

What are you doing in here?

[standformyself]

[Her eyes trace his movements with a keen interest, watching as he weaves his way over the counter and down. There is a nip toward the tail, although whether she intends to actually get it or not isn't entirely certain. Yet her mouth does move just as quickly away, lest little claws come toward her nose.]

I could ask you the same thing. Few mice, although there are some tasty fish. In the water.

[themogget]

I've seen them. [Oh yes, he's seen them, but they are... as the Dog says... in the water.]

I haven't yet found a willing angler to draw some to shore for me.

[Mogget sits down, the little silver bell at his neck jingling again when he scratches under the collar with one rear paw. Someone near to him yawns widely, but doesn't connect their sudden weariness with the soft tinkling of Ranna.]

You could do it for me.

[standformyself]

[No doubt they make a strange sight, and yet at the same time, not. The Dog fully knows that Mogget isn't one for water, that he doesn't like plunking his head right in, opening his eyes, and moving around in it. It is quite fun, if the Dog does say so.]

I could. The question is, if I will.

[The Dog's not dumb. She knows full well that if she ever does go 'snorkeling' for fish, she'll have to keep an eye out. Mogget can move quick, when he wants to.]

[themogget]

[Mogget levels a steady green gaze on the Dog, then brings a paw up to clean it with a quite deliberate slowness.]

That is a question. We both know the answer, don't we. [Sigh! The cat stands, the small bell at his neck tinkling its gentle, somniferous peal once more, and with his tail standing straight up in the air he puts a little more distance between himself and the Dog.]

Do what you will, if you believe you'll enjoy yourself in the doing so. [Isn't that, after all, just what she does?] This is a place of overly willing hands, and I'm just a cat.

[standformyself]

[Her eyes might casually follow that paw, knowing the swiftness that those claws can strike, but she's no slug herself.]

I've no doubt I'll enjoy what I do.

[As being disreputable is all a part of the fun. Said creature before her though... Well, it is arguable whether he would enjoy it. The answer to that would be no.]

And I'm just a dog, who knows how to communicate with every one of those overly willing hands.