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

[shithefuckup]

[His hands linger in the air for a minute or so. Any other time, he would have recoiled. He should have, right now. Yet, the shared momentary warmth, tiny as it was?

It's not bad. Good, even.

...her smile's pretty nice too. Shoot, even under the spell, he's still feeling some small itch to murder. But, at the same time, he can't! Not when sticking nearby alright!! Ah geez, what to do, what to even say that keeps the truth, yet doesn't scare her away...!]

No problem! Ya owe me one later.

[There! Surely that kind of wording is not gonna fuck him over once Love is done with her schtick. except it's zack, so it probably will

He shifts his position a bit, both to examine the jar and make a smaller gap between them.]

Ehh, it should be fine. The red looks more brighter than bloody organs. They'd be looking like one hell of a nasty brown shit if it were.

[cantgetanyworse]

[Owe him one? What a funny turn of phrase. Jane chuckles, not looking put off as much as a little bemused. At least, until he carries on talking, when she appears quite startled by his turn of phrase.]

How... colourful. [She replies, ever so politely. The jam suddenly looks a little bit less appealing, but she's hoping it actually tastes like strawberry so much that she doesn't think to put it back. Rather, she holds it to her chest with both hands.]

What is your name? So I might know who to call upon to return this favour.