dankmemes | test drive meme # 41

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test drive meme # 41

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 February 22nd, and apps are open March 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: JUST A SNACK
[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.

Or monsters, as the case may be. It seems like the Door has decided to grace Hadriel with a small invasion of Fallen Angels, from the mobile game Food Fantasy. You might run into a Hamstero or a Forker, a Fanged Snail or a Purple Dumpling. Actually they're mostly... kind of cute.

But still dangerous, so watch your back! These Fallen Angels can really hurt. They go down pretty easy, but there are a lot of them, and they're happy to hit you with claws and teeth and whatever other weapons they have. Sadly, they will not let you hug them.

L O V E

SCENARIO TWO: SOULMATES
[You look down, and all of a sudden you see something new: a name on your wrist, inscribed as if it's always been there. Maybe you recognize the name, maybe you don't - maybe you're happy to see it, or not at all. But it's there, and you can't wash it off, and you kind of want to know what's up with it.

So why not go looking for whoever the name belongs to? There aren't too many folks in the city, they can't be that hard to find. And when you do find them, prepare for the best new friend/lover/family member you've ever met. You'll get along like a house on fire - until the name on your wrist fades away.

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

H O P E

SCENARIO THREE: SCRATCH-OFF
[In your hand there's a ticket. Scratch off the boxes, see if you win - it's a pretty straightforward concept. But the prize is the one thing you want most in the world, and if you can just scratch off the right boxes, maybe you'll get it!

The other prizes are... less enticing. Do you really need a whole turkey, or a new dishwasher, or a lifetime supply of hair removal strips? Maybe you do. But it's that big prize, that golden ticket, that you're hoping for. So scratch away, or find a buddy to help you choose the boxes, or find someone else with a ticket to compare yours to.

Let's just hope you don't run into someone who actually has won the prize... because after all, what's stopping you from just taking it?]

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FEAR ➡ snack.

[ there's a moment where peter wonders how and why this kind of thing always happens to him. (at least, he tells himself, it's not clones.) it's a gross exaggeration, of course — it happens to plenty of other super-heroes as well, but he's specifically, pointedly the neighbourhood super-hero, and this is decidedly not his neighbourhood.

not that he has anything against it — he'll do his thing, as and when it's needed, and it'll be needed because he's here when he was most definitely in new york only a short while ago, but it's the principle of the matter. there are super-heroes that deal with cosmic and earth and everything in between as part of their principle and—

—spider-sense.

peter's attention shifts sharply to the source (his left), and it's— it doesn't feel like anything big, but it's something other than the ball of discomfort in the pit of his stomach that isn't related to his spider-sense, so he sets off at a jog, and—

eyes widen.

small, cute, fuzzy, but his spider-sense definitely considers them a threat, and there's someone there— ] Hey! [ beat. ] Hey. [ oh, but that one has an adorable tiny sword —that is most definitely going to hurt when it meets flesh. ] Didn't your mother ever teach you not to play with your food? [ punctuated by a kick and: ] Are you okay?

HOPE ➡ scratch-off

[ peter's no stranger to scratch cards: they're not something he buys often — once in a blue moon, perhaps, when he has the vague thought that maybe, just possibly his luck will turn the other way (or when he's really, terribly desperate for rent.) this one, though, is slightly different: it's not about money, it's not about materialism, it's—

—well. he knows what he wants more than anything else in the whole wide world (universe), but a scratch card can't give that to him. there's a moment — one, then two, then three — where peter just stares at the flimsy piece of card, chewing briefly at his bottom lip. it would be nice, but the possibility is low.

(parker luck, and all that.)

he doesn't even have a coin. even if he doesn't win the grand prize, the second, third, fourth and even fifth prizes are a little tempting. (new toaster? yes, please!). there's the question, too, of where the scratch cards even came from and how they're (he's) supposed to claim his prize in the first place, so— ] What does your one say the prize is? [ curiously, because it's promising him that, and—

—it can't be the same. ]

WILDCARD ➡ other

( want to do something else? go for it! if you're not sure about something, just shoot me a pm! )

Edited 2019-02-21 10:38 (UTC)

[Now normally when the Door starts pulling it's weirdo monster shenanigans, the monsters are actually like. Monsters. These things are more like rejected food themed Pokemon. Honestly, this Peter isn't taking them seriously, to the point that he didn't even bother to suit up before he headed out to help this month's new arrivals. I mean there's one with a fork sticking out of it's head, like, seriously? They can't be that dangerous, even if they are setting off the ol' spider-sense.

Admittedly, this Peter has recently gotten into the not super great habit of trying to tune out his spider-sense. It feels like all it takes to set it off anymore is like, a bee farting in the next room, so the five or six months he's been here have done his nerves no favors. Either way, it's really his own fault that one of the samurai meatballs catches him off guard.

Thankfully, there's some one-liner dropping dude popping in and kicking that sucker away before it has a chance to shank ya boi with it's weirdly adorable little sword what even are these monsters.]

I-- y-yeah, I'm. Great. I'm great. Uh, thanks. For, y'know, assaulting a meatball for me. Dumpling? Whatever.

[If he seems annoyed, it's not because of this new guy. New guy's good in his book. Letting himself let his guard down though? Kind of annoyed at himself.]

[ peter's been spider-man long enough that he's learnt — through trial and error (mostly error) — that the small things his mind tells him are okay to ignore have a tendency to snowball into big things he'd very much like to ignore but absolutely cannot and, as the cherry on top, would have been utterly avoidable.

it doesn't make the creatures any less adorable, and there's a pause, a moment where peter just watches as it tumbles away, rolls back over, and starts slowly making its way back towards them from a distance. cute and determined: two solid traits for absolutely anyone to have. admirable, in fact— ] —Good. [ and peter turns his attention to ...peter for the first time. the corners of his mouth quirk upwards into a slight smile: there's something familiar about the hint of irritation — teenagers — and he thinks he'd seen it in himself and in the students he'd taught when someone had done something for them that they were certain they could do themselves.

meatball. dumpling. god, he's hungry. ] I've had plenty of practice. [ beat; clarity: ] —With takeout. [ glance back towards the meatball-dumpling-whatever. ] Kind of brings a whole new meaning to the word.

[Mmyep peter's going through one of those "error" phases right now NO BIG DEAL MAN HE'S GOT THIS. He doesn't actually got this, but he's been getting better at faking it. At least he thinks he has. That's gotta count for something, right?]

I was about to say.

[practice with takeout's fine, practice with assault? Not so much. Either way, he's mostly gotten over being annoyed at himself, and now he's just watching the little meatdump inch towards them in basically the least threatening way possible. What is the point of this creature? Why this???

This place is just dumb sometimes.]

Are you okay? I just-- I mean, normally people are like, freaking out when they first roll in. Not that I think you should be freaking out, It's just... You know what, let's just start with "are you okay" and go from there.

[Smooth.]

Edited 2019-02-22 23:27 (UTC)

Uh— Yeah, I did my freaking out over there. [ he gestures in the direction he'd come from. ] So I'm good. I think. [ he's not, but the dumpling-meatball-monster and now peter are a good distraction for the not-okay and the not-being in new york. ] I've got a few questions, but—. [ the comment lingers for a moment: he's not really sure how to end it — if baby peter were anyone else, if baby peter was wearing a costume-slash-uniform, he'd have already asked some of them, but the situation is an odd limbo of 'he's just ran into a literal child' which — no disrespect, peter, he has been a literal child — means he feels he ought to be cutting it a bit fine on the outward displays of freaking out, combined with he's done weirder. he thinks. he hopes. ] Where do I start? [ so. ] I was trying not to think about it.

[ it's an approximation of the truth: he was trying not to think about mj, about may, about everything that was going on back home. thinking about it makes him feel cold and slightly sick; there's a toto, I've got a feeling we're not in kansas anymore on the tip of his tongue which he swallows, and instead settles on: ] So, you know where we are, or who's behind this? [ asked as he looks back at the walking food. weirdly, he thinks, that's probably the closest to normal he's got here right now. he waves a hand towards it: ] And does your friend come here often?

Edited 2019-02-23 08:07 (UTC)

[Hey now, he's almost old enough to vote. Not that it'll do him any good here, but y'know. I mean he's basically still a literal child, let's be honest, but he's a literal child who does have at least some answers for those questions, so that's a plus. They might be insane answers, but that's just how we do.]

Strap in, buddy. It's about to get real weird.

[That's always a good way to start, right?]

Okay, so this city is called Hadriel. Don't know what the planet is called, but it's not Earth. So, that's a thing. We were all brought here by the Door, which is basically exactly what it sounds like it is, only not at all. It's some kinda... I dunno, magic portal that sucks people out of their worlds and drops them here at random. Nobody's really behind that part, it just kinda happens. Uh, these guys...

[He pauses and glances over at the weird little... squishy food buddy]

Usually when the Door drops monsters on us, they're like... Ahhh, a little less pathetic? This is a nice change of pace, don't get me wrong. A couple months ago we had literal fire breathing dragons.

[He took so many selfies with those dragons, man. SO many.]

[ look, peter is approaching thirty quicker than he’d like: anyone under twenty is definitely an absolute child.

if (baby)peter has been expecting disbelief, he doesn’t quite get it. instead, peter stares at him for a moment that feels like it stretches on for minutes. he takes a breath and glances up at the sky and mumbles a soft shi— that turns into an —ugar.

magic portals, he can— absolutely not deal with, that was doctor strange’s bag. ] Peter. [ he says; not buddy. ] Can you just— [ this is part where he’d normally set off by himself to find answers for himself because he has trust issues and he needs to make sure, but he’s not comfortable leaving peter alone, even if the dumpling was only a minor threat. peter's already mentioned— ] Dragons? [ there it is, the incredulity. wow, okay. there'a flicker of a frown, a quizzical curiosity tinged with a lack of surety. ] Should I be upset I missed out on that? [ don't answer that. he waves a hand: moving on. ]

Earth. [ repeated, with more surety. okay, okay. they've got that in common. peter doesn't quite believe that there's not a someone or a something behind this: there always is. magic portals don't just pop up on their own. ] How many people are here? [ meant as: who's here? ]

Edited (hahahaha i definitely just pressed 'submit' before i was finished writing my tag) 2019-02-23 09:08 (UTC)

[Everyone reacts to this horseshit differently, its all good man. The not-quite swear earns a small grin which quickly shifts into a confused frown when this guy straight up just says his name.] What? [It's not hard to put two and two together, though. Okay, double Peter, cool.]

I-- Oh, oh. Sorry. My name's Peter. So uh, guess that'll be easy to remember?

[Small universe dude, what are the odds of that?]

But uh, mmm... I dunno, probably a couple hundred people? Nobody really from my world-- Wait, no, I take it back, I did meet one guy from home. But he was... different? When I met him back home he had a metal arm, but when I met him again here they were both, y'know, meat arms. [Cool that wasn't a weird way to phrase that at all Pete] So there's some kinda... temporal misplacement. Stuff? Also going on? So that's a thing.

Oh, uh, when I say "world", I mean like, not just the planet but also the universe? There are lots of people here from Earth, but they aren't always the same Earth. Like, I'm from New York, right? But I know a lady here from a New York that's apparently just full of like, elves and wizards and stuff.

Edited (its ok i fell asleep and also boned my html 8() 2019-02-23 18:21 (UTC)

[ it's a common name, so whilst peter looks briefly surprised it shifts quickly into acceptance. small world, indeed. ] Huh. [ but then peter mentions different versions of earth and different times, and makes a noise that vaguely resembles a groan. he thinks this would be a lot easier if doctor strange was here. or even stark. until he meets the other hundred or so people here and finds assurance that there's no one he knows as peter or as spider-man here, he's going to have to play it carefully. he presses his lips together; weighs his options and opts to respond with: ]

Are you trying to say you know a guy that has one metal arm, [ holding up a finger, ] but here he has two [ second finger ] non-prosthetic arms. [ if you think that's a side of judgement right there, it's definitely a side of judgement because wow, peter, that was a very weird way of describing someone having two arms. but anyway: ] How do you know it was temporal differences and not an alternate version of your world? Or both? Both is an option. [ considering. he doesn't really give peter much — any — time to get a word in edgeways before adding, ] —Hey, quick question: what year was it for you?

[Judge away nerd. Little Peter's just going to rolls his eyes because teenager, but he doesn't spend much time on having a teenager moment because, y'know, mature discussion time and all that. And also this guy isn't really giving him a chance to make any smartass teenager comments anyway, so it kind of works out.]

I-- it's 2018. Or, it was. I've been here a few months, but someone told me once that time back home stops while we're here. I have no way to verify that, though? It doesn't really sound like, possible.

peter parker | marvel → 616

Fear (double spider i think yes)

the best kind of spider is deffo all the spiders

we'll make our own spider-verse, with blackjack and more spiders

fuck yeah

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Hope - Scratch Time

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scratch-off

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hope

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