test drive meme # 38

[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 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?]

Comments

[stonebird]

They both possess kind and giving hearts. When I told Lord Curufin of my situation, he too welcomed me.

(But she thinks all of them only did so - initially - because they knew what it felt like to be abandoned and alone. She has proven to be useful around their various homes and she is happy to give affection or an open, unbiased ear if it is needed. Furthermore she is quite determined about keeping their secrets - if she happens across them accidentally or they are revealed to her in confidence. She won't make the same mistake she made with the Lannisters ever again.)

My name is Sansa Stark. (She curtsies - a full show of respect as she dips almost to the floor.) I am the eldest daughter of Lord Eddard and Lady Catelyn. As such, I am now Lady of Winterfell since the passing of my father, mother and my brothers. There...are not many Starks left.

(She tries to smile, but it falls flat.)

We may yet reclaim the North and, if necessary, break ties with the South. If so, my family will be considered royalty once more. It is a complicated situation and one I am glad to leave behind for however long I am given.

[coppercrowned]

[ In response to her curtsy, he rests his hand on his chest and gently bows his shoulders respectfully in return. And then, he listens. None of these names are familiar to him in the slightest, though he would be the first to admit that he had gone kept himself as well versed in the goings on of Men as perhaps he should. ]

You are very open with your title and position, Lady Stark. Of that, I am grateful. Have my kin been so forthright?

[ As much as Maedhros would like to be left alone, he is far too diplomatic to cut a conversation to eagerly stated short. Yet he is aware of the fact that they are standing, and standing means asking for undue attention. He sits then, motioning with his bandaged hand for her to join him. ] If you would.

[stonebird]

(She might be saying too much, overloading him with information that can have no effect on him. It's a bad habit; one she has noticed she indulges in when she is both anxious and in the presence of someone who has more than earned her trust and affection.)

With you, I am. (Her cheeks burn and she glances up at him, eyes wide.) ...yes. I know how they lived their lives on Arda and, in some cases, I know how they met their ends.

(Sansa sits down primly in the offered seat, folding her hands in her lap.)

I suppose what I have endured made their crimes less...horrifying. I have no desire for them to repeat their acts, of course, but I know they regret them and they are not monsters.

[coppercrowned]

[ The mention of someone other than his family knowing how they met their ends reminds him instantly of the silmaril, wrapped up and tucked away safely on his person. If anyone other than his brothers were to know of it's existence, then that could become a problem.

He smiles again, polite and sympathetic. Yet to him her willingness to forgive seems too convenient. Of that he and Fingon would need to discuss. ]

You are kinder than most in your judgement of us, and it does not go unappreciated. You seem to know me well, and for my inability to return that I am sorry. It seems our hosts have other plans than to allow us the comfort of familiarity.