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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[ Maglor blinks, taken aback, but he smiles back ]

It is a kindness, yes. Especially in a world like this. As to that...well. I am not entirely certain, in honesty. But this city is Hadriel, and we are brought here unwilling captives by our hosts, who feed on our emotions.

Hadriel and captives, huh?

[He thinks out loud on a bite, trying to take it all in.]

I've never heard of 'Hadriel'. Is it anywhere near Midgar?

[A beat.]

Our captors are kinda weird though, aren't they? They feed us well and let us move about.

[Now he's curious.]

How do they feed off our emotions?

I fear I have not heard of Midgar! But we are not "near" anything, as such - we seem to be, so far as any have been able to determine, somewhere outside of all our own worlds. There are folk here from different times and places, and none seem to be related. How we came here... well. The exact details are inexact, but we all arrive through the Door, which our 'hosts' have set to apparently routinely search for and bring fresh 'fodder'. They keep us well, for they need us alive, and feeling, if they are to be fed! As to the details, they appear to siphon them out of the air, so far as I can tell... I don't know.

Worlds? Different times and places?

[Well... That doesn't sound good. He tilts his head in thought.]

So, if this place can time travel or something... did I really die? Or what? How does that work, exactly?

I guess I don't mind 'feeding' these Gods. Does it hurt you guys? Err... I guess that includes me too, now, huh?

As far as we can work out, yes.

[ He nods ] And... tis not so much time travelling as... we are caught up here, plucked from moments in our own timelines, which may or may not correspond to the timelines of others from our worlds who are here or will be brought later. Some... well. You would not be the only one brought from the moment of death.

As to that... well. The feeding does not hurt. But what they do to try and induce the emotions can.

Hmm... sounds like a paradox. Does that mean I can meet younger me? Boy, do I have some words of advice for him. [Another smile.] Man, I'd be thrilled to see Angeal, again. Minus the wings.

What do they do to induce emotions?

So far, we have not met our selves from before or after - but you might meet a dear kinsman, who died long before, or meet one who knew you only as a tale from their past. To date, the current theory is that we are plucked from time and to that time return without our memories, as it is the only thing that makes sense, otherwise.

[ Maglor grimaces ]

What don't they, is perhaps the better question. They might stir up old memories and turn them into waking dreams, or convince us that we have always lived in a different place with different lives, or force us to share memories, or induce us to wish for hugs...

That would be amazing, honestly. To see all those faces. I never got to see Aerith again, like I wanted to. [Died trying, though.] I wonder if they would like it here. Though I didn't see alot of it, yet.

[Zack frowns a bit when Maglor grimaces.]

I dunno, that doesn't sound so bad... You don't like hugs?

It is, rather. [ He smiles a little wistfully ]

And most find it... acceptable, here. We are kept in relative comfort, most of the time. It could certainly be worse!

[ He shrugs ]

I enjoy them. I dislike being forced to any action, in truth. And my memories are... not ones I am keen on inflicting. They can force any emotion, in truth - I was glad to not be in the city when Rage grew hungry.

Force any emotion? [For once, Zack's brow furrows in worry, with a shake of his head as he rubs the back of his neck.] Yea, I can't say that I'd like being angry against my will, either.

Can we do anything to fight it? Given there's been attempts, right? I mean... I know what being a prisoner is like. Maybe I can help. I've fought for freedom before.

Even so. [ Maglor says grimly ]

I have had enough of having my hands forced, in my life, to little enjoy it now, and I think that distaste is shared with others even without my history. I would not have minded my emotions being harvested if they asked! Starvation is a hard way to go. But they do not ask.

[ He shakes his head ] A little. You can leave the city bounds - although that is dangerous for other reasons. Their strength appears to be limited to the city. And you can, of course, if you know what's happening, seek to control yourself or at least limit the actions that might trigger you. But emotions are difficult to tame at the best of times, and our hosts are powerful.

They don't ask? Man, oh, man... That's some situation...

[Zack thinks on it a moment, then seems determined when he makes a decision.]

Well, what if I help, then? I might not know much right now, but I used to be a SOLDIER, First Class! I'm sure I can do something to help!

[A smile and he reaches out to pat Maglor on the shoulder.]

Count me in!

[ the moment Zac touches his arm, the instant before Maglor thinks to warn him, he's swept up in memory.

Hooves thunder across green plains, the exhillaration of a perfectly trained horse beneath, bright banners snapping in the wind, Feanor's multicolored flame flower on Maglor's blue and green. The riders are in armor, singing as they go, returning home from a successful sortie tired but triumphant, Maglor at their head ]

test drive meme # 38

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A last memory share!