test drive meme # 37

[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 October 25th, and apps are open November 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: PICK ON HIM
[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.

And this one is seasonally appropriate (wait, what time of the year is it in Hadriel? Oh well, who cares). Roaming the streets of the city is the pumpkin-headed ghost from the 1989 video game Monster Party.

This ghost is... actually kind of cute, with that white body and spinning pumpkin head. Besides, all it wants is to not be picked on! Maybe you guys can be friends? Or maybe not, since upon seeing you it will begin throwing pumpkin-shaped projectiles that hurt, like, a lot. If you don't get away fast enough, it'll be perfectly happy to kill you, too. All tricks and no treats - who decided that?!]

D O O R

SCENARIO TWO: UNEXPECTED GIFTS
[You didn't think you'd ever see it again. Your teddy bear from childhood, the necklace your best friend gave you - or maybe something more prosaic. Your favorite flavor of soda, a brand new pair of those headphones you like. Whatever it is, you didn't expect to find it here, of all places.

Or maybe you're not the one who found it. Maybe you see it in the hands of someone else, someone you don't know. Or someone you do know - but can't stand. What the hell are they doing? That's your jacket, and you haven't see it in months. Better get it back... somehow.

This is a mini version of our Gifts from the Door event this month.]

C O N F U S I O N

SCENARIO THREE: THAT'S TOO CORNY
[You're not entirely sure how you ended up in this corn maze. Maybe going in seemed like a good idea at the time, but your memories are a little fuzzy about specifics, like where the hell you are and, oh right, how to get out of this maze.

You can see the sky above you - gray and looking like it might rain - but the corn is much too tall to see over. So what's the plan here? You don't remember how you got in, so you can't backtrack. Pick a path at random? Take every right turn? Say fuck it and push your way straight through the corn?

Don't worry, though - you're not the only one in here. There are plenty of others just as lost as you, and hopefully you'll run into each other. Maybe together you can find the way out!]

Comments

[writtendestiny]

[What can she do about that thing following the woman? It looks ghost-like, and that's enough for Poison to reason that she won't be able to harm it (and nor does she want to waste away energy in trying). She has realised that once creatures leave the coliseum they become less organised, tending more towards drifting away towards whatever they can attack next, and though she watches it carefully and flinches when the pumpkin is thrown she doesn't feel too concerned just yet.

Poison is just as surprised as the woman to hear that voice come from her, and to hear such an innocent-sounding question. She bites her lip for a moment, lingering in the uncertainty that she only allows to show knowing that it can't be seen - she knows what blindness looks like - then quickly shrugs her coat off.]

I can. Here, you must be cold. [The coat is a warm, winter-lined affair that she feels the lack of as soon as it's off. She approaches with caution still threaded through every movement and covers the woman's shoulders.] It's this way. You can hold onto my arm.

[demersals]

( Sea. Seaseaseasea— This form is keeping her alive, but it's bulky and wrong, all gangly limbs and odd features. Breathing through her nostrils is a heavy, cumbersome affair and she ends up exhaling through her mouth loudly instead. Even the ears, external as they are, feel... less. As though all sound is dampened.

Land-dwellers are a strange bunch. As well evidenced by the item dropped onto her shoulders. )

Eh? ( It's a heavy, weighty thing, impeding her movement and uncomfortably warm. It's stifling in a way that Haenyo has nothing to compare it to — there are currents of boiling water down in the deep but they exert an entirely different kind of pressure than this.

It's awful. Awful and wrong and Haenyo tosses wildly, pushing off this— this— what in the ocean's depths is that? Some land-dwelling method of capture? A low hiss slips out from between flat and ineffectual teeth as she feels the weight leave her shoulders and fall to the ground. Better, but still— )

No.

( No, she isn't cold. And no, she doesn't want to be captured by this soft-spoken stranger. )