dankmemes | test drive meme # 38

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 November 24th, and apps are open December 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: FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC MOTHERFUCKER
[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.

Of course, a War Unicorn may not seem too lethal, but anyone who's seen Cabin in the Woods knows that they pack a powerful, uh, stab (cw for gore). War Unicorns are mighty beasts, larger than most horses and made of raw muscle. They might seem cute and cuddly in concept, but they're trained to use their horns to blind their opponents before trampling over them with their ironclad hooves and their two thousand pound bulk.

Want to try to bring one down? It's harder than it looks, thanks to their natural magic resistance- many offensive abilities and spells simply don't work on them, and you might piss them off if you try, so be careful...]

C O N F U S I O N

SCENARIO TWO: REMEMBER ME
[It may have just been a brush against the shoulder, a quick handshake, a simple hug- but at the first touch of skin on skin, suddenly you see the other person's memories. This can range anywhere from a recent moment to something traumatic from their past and can be done willingly, if you like.

Of course, once you realize what's going on, you might want to bundle up and avoid contact with everyone- though you might look a little strange, so don't be surprised if someone asks you what you're doing!

This is a mini version of our Memories Past event this month.]

T R A N Q U I L I T Y

SCENARIO THREE: PASS THE TURKEY
[It's that special time of year again, where you get to hang out with people you only kinda sorta know and catch up with every other month or so and pretend that you're all really close for the sake of food.

Because of course, there's a splendid feast waiting for you- juicy turkey and warm stuffing and your very favorite potato dish! The only downside is that you have to spend your evening with these losers, but we're sure you'll find something to talk about!

Well- maybe not religion, relationships, or politics. How 'bout that weather we're having?]

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It's while she's calming the beast that a presence pokes at the back of her mind- a bit of osanwe, weaker than her own but insistent, and distantly familiar.

Arte? Arte, is that you? Are you armed?

Fingon reaches out- keeps reaching, despite the headache he knows this will give him later. Because he'll come in a heartbeat if he needs to, but he's on the other side of the Colosseum and if those animal spooks, it will gore her faster than he can get there.

A mind familiar enough, if half forgotten due to the long years since his death, that she takes a startled minute before responding. She reaches out, bridging the gap to strengthen the contact and give him a sense of reassurance.

'Only with my own Art, cousin.'

She figures the safest way to get to where she sees him is on the back of this very creature. Surely its fellows would pause before attacking?

Well, that would be one way to do it. Fingon gives her a mental nod, a signal of understanding and waits to let her make her move.

His bow is strung and an arrow ready at his side, just in case.

She sends him the sense of a warm smile before returning to the business of soothing the creature enough to leap onto it's back.

...Naturally it bolts after that, heading right where she wants to go. Right at Fingon.

She reaches for his mind again, her mental voice a bit rueful. 'Now would probably be a good time.' She informs her cousin with enough time, she expects, for him to react and fire that arrow.

The shot strikes true, piercing the beast’s jugular vein until blood spurts out of it in great waves. Fingon draws a knife at the sight and moves closer to put the beast out of its misery.

When the deed is done, he turns to her. “Quite an entrance, cousin.”

She leaps free, landing with a roll and returning to her feet- ready to keep moving if necessary. But they have all become rather good at this, so she merely brushes off what dirt has dared attach to her dress and hair as she moves closer, gaze assessing her cousin's condition.

He earns the amused little smile. "One cannot always decide how best to arrive." Really, has he ever known her to do anything by half?

"Alas, no. The Door never does take requests, nor suggestions."

If anyone in this family has done anything by half, Fingon just might drop dead of shock. (Which is not a half-measured response either, so entirely in keeping with tradition.)

Her cousin looks remarkably well for a dead man, dressed in dark blue clothes close enough to what he'd wear hunting in Beleriand. A single thick braid, twined with his usual gold ribbon, hangs over a deep brown cloak. He looks at her as well, checking for injury or weariness- then, with his brightest smile, offers her his arm.

"Would you allow me to escort you, cousin? There is much you should here, and this is an inconvenient place to talk."

Why do anything by half when you can make a full on production of it? Much more fun this way!

His cousin also is unharmed, despite the unceremonious ride to meet him. There is a hint of age about her if he looks really close. Her power might seem just a touch less than he remembers.

"Pity." Though she doubts she would ever even ask the Door for anyone to be brought.

The offered arm earns a bright but quiet laugh and she gladly takes it. "Then lead us to where you feel more comfortable speaking."

Fingon does blink at her, as though something's off and he needs to be sure his eyes are working properly. There's no strands of grey at Galadriel's temples as Maglor has, but something about her seems... stretched, perhaps?

Odd. But then, who is he to say what the survivors of Finwe's get should look like?

"Alas. I am sure most of us would be home again if it did- but then, our hosts could not be having that."

There's a slightly irritated undertone to his voice- but otherwise he is the picture of Noldorin courtliness, leading her to the comparative serenity of the orchard.

"This part of the city is quieter than the arena. And there are no monsters to trouble us, here."

He's always welcome to ask. She might even share some of what she's been through. But until then, she pretends to not notice the curious look on his face.

Galadriel listens intently to what he tells her, eyes narrowing slightly in agreement with his irritation. The orchard eases the stretched quality about her, just a touch, though what has been done to most of the trees...

"Are there many monsters here?" Of course there has to be something to fight. Always. She does her very best not to let her weariness show in her voice.

Perhaps he will, later; they have nothing but time, after all. But it's more important that she learn what this world holds for her right now.

"When the Door opens every month, a new band comes through. For the rest of the time? No, not so long as we have been here. But the city has moved at times, and the varied places it has been have held different perils."

He shrugs and picks an apple off one of the trees. Want a piece, Galadriel?

"The more serious concern are our hosts- the masters of this city, in as much as there are any. They use the Door to search for people who can feed them- who possess emotions, which they draw power from."

Time. She feels almost in limbo, unable to go forward or back. Family helps, though she might not say as much.

She inclines her head slightly at the offer, though moves away briefly to touch the trunks of a few of the trees. Still she listens, the pensive line of shoulders and slight incline of her head towards her cousin tells that much.

"And they chose me and my fellows to bring to this one in introduction." Her flat tone says all in how she thinks of them. "How long have you been here?"

"I doubt on purpose," there's a small smile at that. No, he had not thought she would be pleased at her new location.

"They seem to have little control over whom the Door brings, once it is opened. But certain worlds do appear to attract its attention more than others do. I myself have been here...more than a year and a half, I think. Others have been here longer, but many suddenly vanish from the city as well. Gone home, we think."

Are any of them all that happy? Within reason, perhaps.

Ironic amusement touches her gaze before fading as she studies Fingon thoughtfully. "What do you recall last from home?" She doesn't like the lack of certainty of what happens to those who leave.

He stills, feeling as though all the muscles in his body are pulled tense.

"War on the plains of Anfauglith." His voice is carefully, deliberately light. "I believe the loremasters call the incident Unnumbered Tears afterward. Or so I'm told."

test drive meme # 38

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