test drive meme # 39

[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 December 25th, and apps are open January 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: HE MADE HIS LIST
[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.

You were hoping for something seasonally appropriate, right? Well, the Door doesn't know it's December, so this must be a coincidence - because this time, it's brought in the Krampus.

This creature is the opposite of Santa, and if you've been bad (and let's be real, who in Hadriel hasn't), it'll be all too happy to punish. Maybe you'll get lucky and it'll just scare the crap out of you and give you some coal... or maybe it'll decide your punishment needs to be much, much worse. Don't you wish you'd been good this year?]

R A G E

SCENARIO TWO: HADRIELITE VANDAL
[Last night everything was fine. You went to bed happy and content - well, as happy and content as you ever are. But this morning, as you stepped out of your house, something was wrong. Maybe you didn't notice it at first - maybe someone had to point it out to you. But there it was, in big bold letters: someone had painted an insult across the front of your house.

Maybe it's a rude name. Maybe an insulting comment. Maybe just a picture of a dick with an arrow pointing to it that says your name. Whatever it is, someone did it specifically to fuck with you. But who? And why? Maybe you already think you know who, and all you need to do is hunt them down. Or maybe it's time for an investigation. Or... maybe all you want to do is clean it off before someone sees.

Good luck. That paint is already dry.]

C O N F U S I O N

SCENARIO THREE: ALL FLIPPY-FLOPPY
[You didn't realize there was anything wrong, not until you saw that person you've always thought was your best friend. They seem the same as ever, it's just - you really don't understand what you saw in them anymore. They're kind of whiny, they're way less cool than you remember, and that hair? Ew.

It's not just that. You ran into your worst enemy earlier, and maybe... you were wrong about them? It really seems like they have some good points, and that annoying expression they always make actually seems kind of cute now. Maybe it's time to kiss and make up, possibly literally!

This is a mini version of our Your Best Enemy event this month.]

Comments

[standformyself]

[A curious look.]

You've no sun, or your sky blocks it out perhaps?

[omegalomaniac]

No one's seen the sun our planet rotates for millenia.

[It's soft, and not regretful, per se. It's just - they've not seen the sun themself. It takes some getting used to, given how long they've lived without it. How long they've lived, period.]

Presumably it still exists.

[standformyself]

Something happened to it?

[A curious look, wondering about that.]

[omegalomaniac]

You could say that.

[Well, no. They couldn't, really. Clarify and precision are required of you; don't try and skip out on one to the exclusion of the other.]

More like the sky surrounding it. The atmosphere got so dark and dense that it swallowed out everything else.

[standformyself]

... dark with anything in particular?

[One ear perking in their direction. The Dog can think of several things that could happen, although it is unlikely that what she imagines is the truth. After all, there likely isn't Charter Magic or Free Magic.]

[omegalomaniac]

Storms, mostly. I'm not a meteorologist; I never learned anything more.

[The isolation between cities made it difficult for any one endeavor to pool its efforts. Racto smiles, a crack in the thoughtful seriousness of their facade.]

Imagine that. Not only am I the first person to leave the planet, but the first to leave the entire brane as well.

[standformyself]

[The Dog does wonder further, having a thirst to learn all sorts of things, but it sounds like there is no further information to be had.]

A... brane, is what?

[omegalomaniac]

World. Universe. Multiverse. I'm simplifying, but that's the idea.

[They only know the term, D-brane, because of whose memories they have possession of. The expertise has become diluted over time, but it's still there, at least.]

[standformyself]

Ah. [Her ears perk a little, thinking that over.] I've never heard that before. Many other words, yes, but not that.

[omegalomaniac]

[It's easier to say that they understand the term without elaborating on how they know it. They don't call it eating, exactly, but it wasn't a pleasant end, for the person to whom that knowledge originally belonged.]

I'm sure that's what all the scientists call it.

[standformyself]

I've never met a scientist.

[Many other things, yes, but never one of those.]

[omegalomaniac]

And what about doctors? You frequent this area, clinic and all.

[It would be slightly more troubling, slightly, if she had not met any doctors at all. In their opinion.]

[standformyself]

I think I would possibly need a vet, but there are doctors here.

[So, she can't exactly say that she has met a doctor, or if she has, they just never said hello, I am a doctor.]

[omegalomaniac]

A vet.

[Racto's eyes flick shut. It might not be immediately clear why, except that their smile cracks, reforms into something a little more sincere. It's amusement. That's good.]

Are there vets here?

[standformyself]

Not that I'm aware of, so I suppose I will need to be careful.

[omegalomaniac]

It'd be nice to be able to help with that.

[Their expression twists vaguely, into something pained, before it disperses in the same instant.]

I'll have to settle for wishing you luck.

[standformyself]

Thank you, although I am an expert at dodging and slinking.

[And many other things, of course.]

[omegalomaniac]

I'm glad to hear it.

[They really are. It's difficult to gauge sincerity, with Racto, when they couch everything they say in insincerity and vague smiles and the wry lift of scarred eyebrows.]

That becomes a necessity the longer you're around, I think.

[standformyself]

Perhaps. This place does seem like it is going to remain lively.

[Although judging by her reaction, she doesn't seem to mind that at all as she glances up towards them.]

Lots to do and lots to see.

[omegalomaniac]

[No, it's true. They cannot remain in place forever. Racto's expression again compresses into something pained, because they'll have to stand, and that...well, everything hurts, in a sense. The nature of their pain is such that it is chronic and unavoidable, particularly in motion.]

I'll have to see for myself, then.

[standformyself]

[That little flicker of her ears as she watches the expression shift. There is a gentle boop of her nose against skin, before glancing off.]

It's not much, this place. More wild than explored, at least by us, but plenty of sights to see, if sights are what you enjoy.

[omegalomaniac]

It's not sights. [They have to get up, and they do, even if it's a slower process than they'd like, muscles at their knees and joints bunching and contracting into a mire of something that does not want to shift under any means.]

[Their jaw clenches, but they stand.]

It's just best to know where you're at.

[standformyself]

To know where you're going.

[Somewhat sagely, which is juxtaposed by the way her tongue lolls again to one side of her mouth and her tail gives a small wag.]

[omegalomaniac]

More or less.

[Their look is, again, amused, but not without a cast of something softer, maybe sadder. It's hard to say. The myriad emotions are lost, flickered past and filtered through with such alacrity that too many of them blink past all at once.]

Doesn't matter how slow you go, 'long as you don't stop. Something like that, I think.

[standformyself]

Exactly like that.

[Perhaps it is why the Dog enjoys always going on walks.

Glancing up again.]

If you needed help getting anywhere here...?