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

Katherine Collins | Everybody's Gone to the Rapture

[patternseeker]

• fear

[ This really doesn't seem like a place the Pattern would take her. For one thing, it's not her happy place—it's cloudy; how is she supposed to see the night sky? For another, there are... things with jack-o-lanterns for heads, and that's... what could she even call this? ]

This is wrong. This is all wrong.

[ Kate keeps murmuring that to herself as she gets to her feet and looks around.

She doesn't quite notice the ghost taking aim at her. Please help her. ]


• door

[ Her UEC hoodie lies on a rock on the beach, dry somehow despite the way the weather is here. Kate picks it up and feels the soft fabric, which shows barely any wear thanks to good laundry habits, and smells faintly of the wood her office bookshelf is made of. Is that where she left it last?

Congratulations, Kate, you look like you're in a laundry commercial right now, standing on the beach smelling your swearshirt with the waves crashing just yards from her feet and the ocean spray getting all over her as the wind blows. ]


• confusion

All right, look. If you're gonna do the haunter corn maze thing, it has to be darker. You know, nighttime? I wouldn't even begrudge it being overcast, because at least that gives all of this a good ambience.

[ She knows what you're up to, Fear. Or Confusion. Or Rage, who seems to always get power from every event. But no, this is annoying. How'd she get here? She can't navigate, not that these alien stars could lead her out anywaj. But at least that would've helped! This is just a Yaughton kind of creepy, ugh.

But okay, fine. She'll make it out. A straight line is the quickest way out, so she follows this path and goes through the corn and so on. She'll probably hit someone in the face with a corn stalk eventually. ]


• wildcard

[ /waggles eyebrows, winks with both eyes ]

[ghost_mother]

[Matron is moving slowly through the corn maze, not sure how she got here and she's also not sure that she cares how she arrived. She's traumatized, she's in a new world and the children have been taken from her. They're gone. And she's gone. And she's not sure if she's really here or not. Or how to get home. Or if she's able to get home at all.

What is home, to the dead? She's not sure she knows.

Did the children exist at all? Did she ever really exist?

She can't remember.

So she wanders. Occasionally shifting through the maze by cheating and just slipping through. She is a ghost, after all. What's the point of being dead if she can't use it to her advantage? Those who come across her might notice that her skirts and hair are moving, wispy white cloth pulling about as if the wind was blowing about her. Strands of red moving as if pulled by the same breeze.

Which is fine, except the wind isn't strong enough now to do such a thing. And even if it was, the maze would be blocking it.]

Lost, lost. My poor darlings, what will they do without me? [Her voice is low, and it has the sound of many speaking as one.]

haenyo; original | nudity warning?

[demersals]

— pick on him;

( For a split second, the thing on the floor is very definitely not human - a slimy, writhing mass of scales and fins, dark as the floor of the Colosseum itself, all sharp teeth and webbed extremities.

A scream — a high-pitched shriek which grates on bones and chills blood — erupts from it before its body contorts and curls in on itself, as though it's trying to hide from everything around it, as though the air itself is poison to its body.

And, in the span of a blink, those webbed extremities become hands and feet, sharp teeth recede and round out, hiding behind lips and scales give way to flesh and hair as a young woman all but materialises where the creature was before. Her head rises, eyes blank as she stumbles to her feet, pale and naked and shivering.

This doesn't feel right. The ground under her feet is unfamiliar and the scent of the ocean is all wrong, the tang lingering in this strange form's nose in a way that makes it twitch and Haenyo sneezes, seemingly unaware of the giant pumpkin ghost which slowly turns its head towards the noise. )

— that's too corny;

( There are walls all around her, she knows that feeling, the pressure and flow changes when you're surrounded. Wind isn't like water, but its similar enough that even this fleshy body can pick it out. But these walls aren't solid either, and a curious hand reaches out to touch, pushing aside cool, crunchy... somethings Haenyo has no word for.

Can she get through this way? Well, she's going to try. It must be like the weeds growing in the sea, and she and push her way through. Bare feet step cautiously, like a child still unsure of how to walk, as she picks her way through this strange vegetation.

Is it a hunt? A contest of some sorts? This isn't the kind of hunting games they play in the deep, but she understands the concept. Whoever catches the most wins, right?

So she moves slowly, stopping every so often and tilting her head, testing the air, listening to what's around her. Footsteps, rustling—

She follows it, swift and lightfooted despite shaky steps, her ears pricked and leading the charge, hands like claws as she reaches for the warmth of a living body...

This is a hunting game, isn't it? Time to catch some prey. )

— wildcard;

( You know how this goes. Her info is in her journal but still not finished, and as a final note, Haenyo is blind so, there's that. )

Scott Ryder | Mass Effect Andromeda

[casualryder]

fear

[Alright, a pumpkin-headed thing isn't something he's used to seeing every day. But there's a lot he's not used to seeing every day. Besides, it's kind of cute. He's not sure what to do exactly other than follow first contact protocols — that applies here, right?]

...Because that worked out so well last time. [he mutters to himself, his arms raised as he approaches the...ghost-looking...thing. He clears his throat.]

Hey — nice pumpkin by the way — I don't mean any har—

[Aaaand then there's something flying at his head. Luckily he turned in time for it to only hit him in the back, and with his armor on it...well, it still hurts like hell.]

Ah, shit! Not friendly, got it! [He'd been knocked to the ground but he's quick to get up, running past whoever just happens upon the scene to duck behind some cover as projectiles continue to be flung at him.]

Not friendly, not friendly!

gifts

[Something Scott hadn't been expecting to find out here was the small trap he housed his little pet mouse it...just sitting here on the floor, empty. He lifts the trap, looks under it, looks around.

Okay, everything else aside, he needs to find that mouse. It's now mission priority. Which is why he approaches whoever's nearby with an urgency about him.]

—Hey, I have an important question. [Deep breath.] Have you seen a mouse running around here?

too corny

Okay, now I know I've turned this corner before.

[He's not even sure what the hell he's doing in a maze. The moment he realized he had no idea where he's going he tried to use his jump jets to get out...unfortunately the stalks were just tall enough that he couldn't even see over them. Eventually he tries just marching through them but he still can't seem to find his way out.

At some point he stops and sighs, hands on his hips as he tries to asses his situation further.]

Even cheating doesn't work. I'm officially out of ideas.