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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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F E A R ;

[The person next to Jane is not her concern. The thing stood in front of her, however, most certainly is. She makes a sound, something that sounds like it's trying to be an 'ohhhh no' but emerging so quavering and shocked that it barely qualifies as a noise at all, and she stands, frozen in place with fear, as the creature bares down on her.

Something startles her - perhaps a nearby noise, a sudden movement from the Nuckelavee, or you, coming to rescue her - and Jane screams and drops to the ground, both arms coming up to cover her head.]

Oh god, oh god... [She whispers, making quite the target in the bright yellow dress she's wearing. A glance is risked up, but god-- no, she can't look.]

Wake up-- Wake up, Jane...

L O V E ;

[No one who knows her well would have ever said Jane wasn't tactile with those she is familiar with, but at the moment, it doesn't particularly matter if someone knows her or not. It feels like she has to make any excuse to touch someone, be it brushing by them as she walks, or leaning against them as they browse the same shelf in one of the stores. She might lightly take the hand or arm of someone barely an acquaintance, or greet someone who is only almost a friend with a warm hug.

Given this Victorian woman's tendency to not be too overly touchy with strangers, particularly male strangers, one might expect some measure of embarrassment to be attached to these impulses... yet there is none. It's making her feel a hundred times better in this dreadful place, after all.]

Oops, pardon me. [And there she is again, nudging into someone, or taking their arm if she knows them better, and giving them that warm smile she almost always has on-hand.]

Terribly sorry.

15 MINUTES LATE WITH ;

How on Earth does one spell 'Jane' wrong?

[The young woman is, quite frankly, completely baffled. She turns to the person beside her as she picks up her drink (she's sure it's hers, though it smells suspiciously too much like vanilla as she picks it up) and shows them the cup.

On the side of it is written 'Jaiyne'.

She sniffs the beverage, not finding it to be unpleasant but almost sure it isn't what she ordered. Quite sure, in fact.]

Do you think this might be yours?

Edited 2018-09-20 17:52 (UTC)

Scenario one

[Dylan's a war reporter. She's seen some pretty terrible things. She's also spent a significant amount of time with the Reds and Blues, which means she's also seen some pretty weird things.

And yet, going down her mental checklist, she's hard pressed to come up with something that beats this in both weird and terrible. She backs up, raising her gun.

At least her helmet filters out the smell.]

Scenario 3

[As a journalist, Dylan's a big fan of caffeine. And... this is her drink.

At least, she's pretty sure. It looks like her drink.

She holds it up eye level and squints.]

Jill N?

[ This was definitely a good month to choose to wear his armor to the colosseum, that's for sure. Wash groans inside his helmet at the sight of this new batch of monsters, sizing up whether to use bullets or his knife... ammo is scarce these days and he's pretty sure he can take these fuckers.

Knife is is. Wash grips it in his fist and launches himself forward, straight onto the creature's back, driving the blade straight into its skull. It goes down with Wash still on top of it, and he stands and yanks the knife free with a splatter of blood.

It's all very impressive and dramatic. But then he notices that the newcomer that was obscured by the monster is in full armor. Huh. He doesn't recognize it... ]

Uh. Hi.

[ Kara knows it's not hers because she's been waiting 20 minutes to get her Thirium 310 latte. Her cup is still sitting there, waiting, taunting her with a misspelling of her name. Sure, Cara is a valid name, but Kara speaks Spanish and isn't enjoying looking at a cup with the word for "face" scrawled onto it. Insult to injury, you know?

But she won't be rude. She turns to Jane and is almost immediately hit with the potent vanilla aroma. ]

No, sorry. I'm definitely not a Jane, no matter how you spell it. I'm not Cara with a C, either.

[ Her name is not Face! ]

( One )
[Ugh, what a pain! After the whole ordeal with an electric chair, Zack swears he can feel lightning course through his body. But enough about that! Right now, the door to the next room was open, so he walks through, not really noticing much until footsteps behind him become heavier.]

Oi, Ray! The hell are you walking funny f-

[Aaand he doesn’t get to finish the last word, as he gets completely taken aback with now a hideous guy- er, horse?? Either way, it’s ugly as heck, the air around it reeks of someone’s asshole, and it’s here instead of Rachel; despite grabbing his scythe, he’s overcome with a numbing feeling as he drops to the ground and he yells a multitude of swear words while the Nuckelavee charges at him.

Tits on a fucking christ, this was not his day.]

( Two )
[Zack is hardly one to be affectionate, much less even show any kind in general. Yet...his brows are furrowed less than usual; instead of his usual scowl, his mouth is curved into a slight frown. Even without Rachel here, he supposes this place isn’t too bad after all.

Hell, his heart’s feeling so light and free, he may as well try walking nearby someone and keep up pace. Maybe even try swing his arm around their shoulders, should he feel gutsy enough.]

( Three )
[Coffee’s not a thing he’s ever had, but hey, the sweet scent of the shop was enough to lure him in. They look sugary, so he figured they must be delicious!

Then he gets a sip of his drink before spitting it out and hurling it towards wherever.]

GROSS, THIS TASTES LIKE DIRT!!

( Wildcard )
[For whatever else, hit me up!]

[Why is she leaning up against him...! Not that he minds too terribly for now, but geez!]

Oi, oi. If you want something, then spit it out!

[Even with those words, he sounds more annoyed then harsh. Huh.]

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?

Edited 2018-09-20 21:11 (UTC)

[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.

[Jane nearly has a heart attack when the British-accented woman in the weird clothes comes up to her, asking if a coffee labeled "Jaiyne" is for her. she's been so careful to only give out Alice as her name that the thought of someone here knowing her real name. . . well, it's unpleasant. really, really unpleasant. now, how to play this?

she shrugs] I know it's not mine. My name is Alice. You're sure it's not yours?

[Laura's here to get a simple cup of hot black coffee. that's it. that's all. but it's starting to seem as though that's too much to ask as she's ordered ages ago and still hasn't gotten her order. so she's not exactly in the best of moods when some stranger with bandages all over his face throws his cup right where her head would've been if she hadn't ducked and yells about his coffee tasting like dirt]

That's why you put sugar and cream in it, you moron!

[She sure recognizes him, and considering last she saw he was being rushed away after being shot in the neck... it's something of a surprise to see him.]

Wash?

F E A R

[ Maria had been waiting, like a record on a gramophone, waiting to restart her neverending loop. Her loop of fighting, blood, pointless self sacrifice, suicide and an unattainable death. The Cainhurst descendant of Royal, undying blood, had simply been waiting, sat in her chair as still as a corpse, she had not expected that when she opened her eyes, she would be faced with such a horrific sight.

The sensation of dreaming had fallen fast from her eyes as Maria was faced with the beast-like creature before her. Pale eyes wide at first, then narrowing as she readied herself for battle. Maria held her Rakuyo as one weapon by the middle as she steadied her stance, mimicking the hands of the Astral Clock she'd spent countless days sat before. ]

Ah, could you be from the Church? I know that those of its ranks make the most horrible creatures. This is what you get, what you deserve for partaking in the blood. I shall end your painful existence, it's the least I can do.

[ With that said, in her silky Eastern Europian accent, Maria pulled her Rakuyo apart from the middle into two separate blades and with such skill and grace, moved to attack the monster. From the corner of her eye, the Lady spotted you. Unsure if you're a threat or not yet she chose to air a warning before continuing her fight. ]

You will not find your enemies here... Though should you get between me and my kill, I can't assure you will survive unscathed. I implore you to tread with caution.

L O V E

[ Maria's life had long since been that of solitude and isolation, it was only natural that she craved for companionship now and again. However, she wasn't all that fond of being touched so there was that small obstacle to overcome.

Watching as people passed her, a few hand-in-hand, embracing each other or simply sitting close enough that their legs could touch. She tried sitting at first, though became increasingly annoyed when others tried to force their affection or came just a tad too close to her personal space. It was going to be hard and Maria felt awkward for once in her life. ]

I don't understand this and I don't recognize anyone around me. How is this possible? To feel so alone when I am surrounded by people?

[ A slight sigh as she excluded herself and found a nice quiet corner to hide away in. Should you be curious of the pale, angelic looking woman in the dark corner, she might decide to talk, might even decide to stay long enough to get to know you. Like a stray cat, lost and found but still so unsure and untrusting of those wanting to help her. ]

Edited 2018-09-20 22:13 (UTC)

[ Wait what?

If she'd said "Agent Washington", Wash would have assumed she knew him from the news. But "Wash" is reserved for friends and he's been here for nearly a year now. He knows the drill, how people get pulled in from all points in time, so it's entirely possible that he's going to meet this woman in his future when he returns home. To the life that Carolina talked about, or even later than that. But he doesn't recognize her armor or her voice, so... honestly, he's just going to consider himself lucky that she's not trying to kill him. That's what strangers who know who he is tend to do. Hopefully the way she shortens his name means they are, in fact, friends. ]

Yes. I'm here to help, but explanations need to wait a minute.

[ He points behind her with the bloody knife, where another nuckelavee is charging them. She might want to step aside, or shoot. ]

[Well, at least this pipsqueak is almost the right size and age! Got half of the color scheme going on, too, since she seems to be clad fully in white.

Charlotte's in the same boat, letting herself be lulled into the ridiculous feeling of...feelings, but it has the unfortunate side effect of putting her on edge. She doesn't turn to look at Zack when she feels someone tall and intimidating fall into step beside her, and she doesn't allow her face to twist into the scowl she feels underneath the urge to offer a comfortable smile. Neither of those...are right. The rush of impulse to do so needed to be clamped down and controlled, like an animal, before it got wounded and lashed out, and -- O-KAY, HIS ARM IS AROUND HER.

...HIS ARM IS AROUND HER AND IT'S FINE.]

Thanks, I hate it! [But her tone is cheerful, and she laughs because...] I should, anyway. I should want to break your arm. You know?

[She's putting on a good show of skipping down the pathways, but instead of being a quick and carefree way to travel, she's using it as an excuse to stay further apart from the rest of the people wandering about. They were so happy to be close to one another, baring themselves openly and without worry...

Terrifying.

Her attention is pulled by the sounds of someone else finally not drowning in all these ooey-gooey feelings, and though she'd rather die than admit it, the stirrings of ooey-gooey feelings of her own gets her to stop and investigate, leaning around the corner with a smile.]

Hi! You're letting everyone else color your world, instead of remaining pure. You shouldn't let them.

HAHHH- ?!

[He turns to where the voice came from. What the heck, who's this lady, telling him an alternative solution and all!]

What good's that gonna do?! Dirt is fucking dirt, no way will sugar make it better!

[she rolls her eyes so hard, she's amazed they don't pop out of their sockets]

What they gave you? Was probably black coffee, genius. Which tastes like shit if you're not used to it, that's why you add the sugar and the cream. [there is an unspoken "duh" at the end]

[ 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. ]

Fear
Oh god, what is that smell? It's like a pile of zombies has gone rotten.

[The scent washes over him, thick and sickly and vile. It makes bile rise in his throat. Honestly, even for the undead, this reeks. It reminds him of rotting sores and oozing wounds and other things that he'd rather not remember. And that thing- creature... what even is that?]

Undead centaurs... just great. Well, why not? It makes about as much sense as anything else these days.

15 Minutes Late With
[It's been a long time since he's been to a coffee shop. It's been a long time since coffee shops existed, although he's sure that Sigrid still has some fancy little place at her beck and call. People like that always do.

Still, he's not about to turn it down. It's the one thing here that's familiar and almost comforting.

He orders a drink. He'd never been much of a coffee drinker, but things change. It has milk and chocolate and cream because what's it going to do really? Kill him? Clog his arteries?

The cup arrives and he takes it. He catches sight of the name on the cup though and... freezes.

That name. That- that's an S and a group of other letters which are horribly familiar and yet...]

This... this isn't my name. It can't be my drink.

Love;

[Well, of course she misses Robert. Of course she's aching for someone by her side. And it only makes sense, doesn't it, that the urge grows worse and worse the longer she's here. Yes, it's particularly fervent, but then again, she hasn't been separated from Robert for years. Naturally she's a little skittish.

Nonetheless. Though it's quickly growing from desire to need, she refuses to give in. She doesn't know anyone here, and this is not how she intends to get to know them. A few people have tried, and she's snarled at them, but it seems that won't do the trick forever.

She catches sight of someone sidling towards her, as casually as you please. Perhaps it's in the street; perhaps it's in a laboratory somewhere, where Rosalind seems to feel most at home. Hell, perhaps she and this person have spoken before, exchanging efficient words and polite greetings.

It doesn't matter. She glares at them.]

Don't touch me, or it'll go very hard for you in a moment.

[Her voice is terribly cold.]

Edited 2018-09-21 01:32 (UTC)

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?

Edited 2018-09-21 01:36 (UTC)

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.

[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.

[Newt freezes the second those angry eyes find him, nearly dropping the two mugs of coffee he's carrying in one hand. Man, the one time he tries to be welcoming to a fellow scientist and she's already pissed at him. Isn't this one of Love's events? Isn't she supposed to be all gooey and affectionate and crap? Yearning for human connection?

Well, Newt sure is, and it's annoying. Look at him, tiptoeing up to her with a gesture of good will like this isn't his lab, like she has any room to glower at him when he's been here as long as he has, all ready to dispense valuable knowledge. He pouts, clinging the coffee to his chest protectively.]

Wow, chill out. It's not like everyone is starved for attention around here. I mean, I wasn't—I just, uh.

[He glances down at the mugs. His pride prevents him from forking one over, but doublefisting coffee would look weird. He does not need to look any weirder, not while she's hovering over his workspace, probably judging the creepy defective centaur(?) corspe he has splayed out on the table.]

That's what he said.

( One )
[Last time Weiss checked, she was sure she had been captured at a bandits’ camp. Last thing she knew, she had summoned a mini knight to cut her roped cuffs. A few minutes earlier, she swore she was still in Remnant, causing chaos at said camp in an effort to get away from here. Yet, once she looks up after getting her sword?

She sucks in her breath. Great, good!! Least she wasn’t captured anymore, but this place wasn’t exactly better! Especially with a creature that may as well look like it came straight out from her world. And she’s not about to try fighting it any time soon; the moment the Nuckelavee sets its sights on her, she starts running as fast as the glyphs glowing on the bottom of her feet can take her.]

( Three )
[Thank god there’s coffee here! Admittedly also a little surprising too, but it’s one comfort she can’t live without.

The misspelling and wrong orders, which has been twice she’s asked to change for the correct one that she still hasn’t gotten, on the other hand...]

‘Nice Sneeze’? Really?? [Her brows furrow and her lips purse into a tight frown.] Is there a manager around here??

( Wildcard )
[Hit me up with anything else, yo!]

Edited 2018-09-21 01:55 (UTC)

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test drive meme # 36

Jane Porter | Disney's Tarzan

Dylan Andrews | Red Vs Blue

one!!!

with... lovebucks?

Isaac "Zack" Foster | Angels of Death

love

Evelyn Carnahan | The Mummy

15 Minutes Late

15 Minutes Late

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Lady Maria | Bloodborne (cw: mention of suicide)

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love

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:) fear :)

Peter 'Dr Necropolis' Lynne | Zombies, Run!

Rosalind Lutece | Bioshock: Infinite

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Weiss Schnee | RWBY