Test Drive Meme #40

[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 January 24th, and apps are open February 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: SLURP SLURP
[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.

What's that on the ceiling? Who's that skittering along the wall? Why, it's none other than the the Licker, from the Resident Evil series.

The licker crawls around on walls and ceilings and can easily avoid all attacks with their creepy crawly acrobatics. Watch out for those tongues, though- they can whip you with them and catch you off balance. They love waiting in dark corners to jump at you and slash you with their oversized claws, as seen here. Luckily, their brains are exposed and they're quite blind- move quietly and avoid their notice, or attack them in their weak spot to get away safely. Be careful though, they tend to travel in packs...]

T R A N Q U I L I T Y

SCENARIO TWO: CABIN IN THE WOODS
[It's nice outside. There's a heat to the air that permeates through the muggy interior of the cabin, but at night, it's cool enough that you can relax and see all the stars in the sky. The hot tub is a nice contrast to the chilly night air and the possibilities are practically limitless!

So cook something up on the grill, go hunting, or just relax and definitely don't get murdered, because you do happen to have a bit of an odd cabin mate. Why are the two of you sharing this cabin? Well, that's up for you to decide, but whether you're close friends who decided to take a vacation together or random strangers stuck together by circumstances, you're here for awhile so you might as well take the time to relax and get to know one another up here in these mountains!]

R A G E

SCENARIO THREE: MONSTER HOUSE
[It seems like you've just misplaced a few items at first- but after awhile, it becomes apparent that the items are misplacing themselves. Weird, right?

Maybe not that weird, because soon afterward, items of all shames and sizes start to move around, now well within sight. Their intent is clearly to annoy or even harm you, depending on how dangerous the item is... maybe a deathly pair of pants, to a set of keys that keeps running away from you, to a house consumed with the desire to- well, consume you.

Be careful of everything, be suspicious of items that may be trying to lure you in with their stillness, and have fun! This event is based on Hadriel's It's Aliiiive! event this month.]

Comments

[amwhatieat]

[That is that momentary crease that furrows her forehead as Liv glances towards the speaker, more than familiar with the voice. It's that serene air that still brushes as she twists her glass side to side, leveling a look that wouldn't curdle milk, but that comes pretty close. It is the tranquility alone that keeps the proverbial claws at bay.]

You were killed.

[unheeled]

[ Is that how it happens? She wonders who did it, how she went down in the end. Do raged out zombies kill their fellow undead in the quest for brains? Did her dad manage to kill her this time? (Third time's the charm, right?) Or maybe Liv did it. A mercy kill, or another stroke of poetic justice.

Rita considers her for a moment, twirling some pale, pale hair around one finger. At ease. So comfortable. She's been here longer than Liv; she's past the confusion and surprise of Hadriel's tricks. —no, it wasn't Liv who killed her. She's too much of a good guy for that. ]

I hope I went out with a bang.

[ The emphasis doesn't have anything behind it other than it just being how Rita talks when she's like this, but if there's something suggestive there, well... that's just who she is. At least it's not intentional this time? ]

Anyway. That's in the past. We're here now. There's so much to catch up on, right? [ She leand forward a little, and she lowers her voice, like this is just between the two of them. Even ber smug look and smile fade, like she genuinely means or cares about what she says next.

Some part of her does. ] What happened to Vaughn?

[amwhatieat]

There was a bang.

[But probably not the one that she was expecting. Likely not the person that she would have expected either. Sure, arguably Liv and her hadn't exactly been on the best of terms. Liv had trusted her, but it turned out to have all been a farce in the end.

In truth, Liv had been shocked to find Rita in that elevator, and it was only Major's appearance that had put a quick end to the other. Then again, she had been gone, eating her deceased father's brains, so... Perhaps something poetic about that?

It is still strange though. It talks and it talks and it acts like her, or at least Liv would say so. She had been duped for quite some time by her, so she may well be wrong. Liv does still give her a little look though, before asking, even if this could all be some strange thing that's only going on in her mind.]

... what is the last thing you remember?

[unheeled]

[ She'll take it. Not like it matters anyway. She's dead, and she's here now, happy to toy with Liv like nothing changed, even though everything did. ]

Hmm. [ Rita leans back in her seat, setting aside her question about her dad, for now. ] The ex-frozen zombies escaped. Major and I were trapped. My dad— [ she all but spits out the word ] —tried to poison us. And then Major, our hero, shot at the glass. Set us free.

[ The details about her father's rant about her selfishness and goddamn fucking Twitter need not be mentioned. Tranquility's influence keeps Rita calm enough that she doesn't even flinch as she remembers it all. ]

I guess I died around then. I don't remember anything past that. I'm sure I wouldn't forget something like you and Major falling into each other's arms to celebrate the end of Max Rager.

[amwhatieat]

[Her and Major. The whole zombie thing has really put a wrench in that, because it is more like her. And Major. Not herandMajor. But, Liv also recalls the pictures that she had found, and the certain item of clothing that had led Liv to punching Rita/Gilda in the face. Gilda had been her friend though, a farce, but Rita on the other hand?

Still, Liv's not quite so petty as to throw it back in her face what she had seen. She can still recall it quite clearly. Rita hunched over, picking through her father's scalp... Plus, she had helped, a little. Still, the comments do earn a look from Liv before she speaks.]

You can say that you took one last elevator ride.

[unheeled]

[ Rita assumes a lot from that alone, and it sates her thirst for revenge. For punishing Vaughn for making her into this. He must've tried to leave her behind, like the first time. Except she made it this time. She may have even killed him.

She chuckles, low, dark. Pleased. ]

Enough about me. What about you, roomie? Still solving murders? Dreaming of doing that here? There's not a lot of death here. Not the permanent kind, anyway.

[amwhatieat]

Not that you likely really care, but yes, I am.

[As for what she plans on doing here... Liv hasn't even thought that far ahead. Why would she? Surely there has to be come way to return... Maybe not a plane or a bus, but something, right? Spending any amount of time with Rita isn't exactly on her bucket list anyway.]

[unheeled]

Oh, roomie, of course I care. Why else would I ask?

[ Well, boredom, for starters. But there's some part of Rita that's... glad, in a way, that someone else from home is here. ]

[amwhatieat]

For starters, you like to cause trouble?

[Matter of factly. Liv isn't appreciative of everything that had transpired between them, but Rita is dead, and the punch had felt good.]

dif journal same player orz im lazy and on mobile

[damnedsel]

That— kind of stings. [ A mild, almost pouty look of shock crosses her face. ] I prefer to think of it as making things more fun.

[ Liv throws a killer punch. Rita remembers. She'd deserved it, but could Liv have maybe dialed back on it? Damn. ]

[amwhatieat]

At the expense of others.

[Because Liv had been on the other end of it. The thing was, she's actually liked her, before she found out everything that Rita had been doing. After that, well, the punch was well deserved.]

No friends to go bother?

[Maybe a slight emphasis on the friends part, because yes, she might rub it in just a little...]

[unheeled]

[ Rita shrugs. Semantics.

That question actually hurts a little, because it always stings when she thinks about Serah. Serah, who was so genuinely kind that she just... accepted Rita for who she was, even if she didn't know all the details of her life. Rita is willing to believe Serah would still have stuck around.

Now she'll never know. ]

The Door took her away. [ Not "took her back home" — took her away. Like she was Rita's. Like the whole thing was a personal attack on Rita. ] So I need a familiar face around until I get over it.

[ There's no hiding the genuine sadness there, though at least thanks to Tranquility, it passes fast. ]

[amwhatieat]

[Liv's too busy taking another sip of her drink to notice that some genuine feeling might actually be crossing over Rita's face. After all, she seemed to care about herself, first and foremost, and her dad, a little, until that had clearly turned sour.]

So you want a rebound friend until something better comes along.

[Sounds like a pass to Liv.]

[unheeled]

[ Wow, Liv. That hurts just enough that Rita looks away, taking in their surroundings— the trees, the cabin, the sky. What she wants is to have Serah for her roommate again, but no one can promise her that. ]

I guess that depends on how you define "better". This may surprise you, but I've yet to meet anyone who's more of a goody-goody than you.

[ Except Serah, a saint if there ever was one. ]

[amwhatieat]

You're pretty one of a kind too.

[Fill in the blanks, Rita, to figure out what that one of a kind is...]

[unheeled]

[ That gets a laugh out of her. ]

I know.

[ And because she can, she blows Liv a kiss. ]

By the way, I'm not interested in antagonizing you while you're here. We should be allies, since we're two of three zombies in Hadriel. We could even be friends. For real this time.

[amwhatieat]

[Until she gets bored, or finds someone better. Liv's under no impression that they're going to be bffs and braid each other's hair. But she also doesn't have any desire to start anything with Rita. Not like she's going to be able to message half naked pictures to her boyfriend here.]

That's good to hear, but actions are going to speak louder than words.