dankmemes | 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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I - Just a Snack
When she wakes up, Brienne has trouble gaining her bearings. For one, she has no idea where she is - an arena, of sorts? The state of disrepair immediately brings to mind the Dragon Pit in King's Landing; but her thoughts clear quickly as she gets to her feet and realises this place is entirely strange. There's fresh blood spattered across the dirt, and a chittering group of creatures milling about several yards away.

While her hand immediately moves to rest upon the pommel of the sword at her hip, she has to take a step or two back as she gapes at them. Brienne has seen dragons, and monsters, and the walking dead. If someone would have told her that the Children of the Forest or wargs were real, she wouldn't have had a hard time believing them. Legends were quickly coming back to wreak havoc in Westeros, but she could think of no tale that told of creatures such as these.

"Stay back," she warns the rolly-polly purple blob, because it seems to be armed. The slathering blue maw seems to be the more immediate threat, however - even though it looks as if someone has already tried to put it down with a fork. Where in the hells did these things come from?

II - Soulmates
At first, Brienne wipes her wrist distractedly on her breeches, thinking the mark to be some kind of smudge or dirt. When it stays, she takes a closer look.

No matter how much she scrubs and scratches, the name will not come off. Who put it there, and for what purpose? Did the person whose name is written on her skin do this, or is it the doing of one of this places strange gods?

Frowning down at the name on her wrist, she can think of no other course of action aside from seeking out this person. Perhaps she has some unknown business with them, or a score to settle? There is no way of knowing until she finds them.

(If the name is that of someone she knows, then she seeks that person out directly. If not, she will ask around until she's able to locate them.)

"Excuse me, but I wonder if you might know something about this mark?" she asks as she shows them the name on her wrist.

III - Wildcard!
(Come at me with whatever!)

Edited 2019-02-26 04:50 (UTC)

[when Margaery awoke to find Brienne of Tarth's name etched onto her wrist, she gave a little shrug and thought that it could be far, far worse. after all, the other woman had her appeal, she was certainly tall and strong and had striking features.

granted, she would far prefer that the so-called gods kept themselves out of her mind and her emotions in the first place, but that's clearly asking too much of them.

so she rose, dressed herself in the finest gown she had here and went in search of Brienne.

fortunately, it seemed as though the other woman was seeking her out as well as it took little time for them to locate one another.

she gives Brienne a wry smile at her question]

It's the work of the so-called gods, likely that of Love. Apparently, they feel we need to spend more time together. So, shall we?

[To say that she's taken back is a complete understatement. In the years since she left her home to serve the greater lords of Westeros, Brienne has shed the naivete of her youth. She's spent time among soldiers, captors, twittering ladies of the court, and wildlings. None of that prepares her for Margaery's seemingly simple explanation.

Brienne straightens up and tries to banish the confusion from her face.] As you will, Your Grace... [Or as the Gods will, apparently.]

[Margaery has been here for over a year and a half now. very little the so-called gods do flusters her anymore and she's glad of it, for she'd not provide them with food if she could possibly help it. but she enjoyed her time with Brienne in King's Landing (with Renly safely dead and no chance of the other woman mooning over the husband even she couldn't manage to seduce)

she just smiles like this sort of thing happens every day. while "every day" may be an overstatement, it happens frequently enough] Good, good! Unfortunately, there are no gardens to enjoy and the park is in poor condition. That leaves the Speakeasy. It's clean enough and it has wine. Yes, we'll go there!

The name should be immediately recognizable. Sansa is out in the cold, searching for Brienne in return. A tentative hope is rising within her, though she is prepared too for this to be a horrible joke. Emotions are twisted and used in Hadriel far too often and...

She makes herself breathe in the chill air and she pushes back her auburn hair absently, searching the horizon for signs of the lady knight. When at last she locates her, her smile is tremulous.

"So you are here."

Catelyn had heard stories all her life of days past, and dragons were a not-so-distant memory, after all. So seeing all these strange people and creatures did not immediately unnerve her. However, she was in no position to defend herself. Not that she had not drawn her dagger. But her hands were made clumsy by scar tissue and it was with great relief that she saw Brienne, head and shoulders above most around her. The one person whose allegiance she had personally held. So she raised her voice. “Brienne!”

better late than never?

Whatever happened, Sonya took her duty as guardsman seriously. The Door always opened and people and 'things' where always sent through. Even when the new arrivals were safely out, the creatures had to be herded out or destroyed, so atleast those parts of the month kept her busy.

The tiny creatures didn't fool her for a second. She'd seen creatures this size before and they looked cute until they set you on fire. These ones were colorful atleast, and otherwise seemed to ignore people unless they got too close-or surrounded by them.

She inwardly said a prayer of thanks to any god listening that she had a spare set of leather boots at her place. Her second arrival to this godforsaken place had her in nothing but pajamas and barefeet, and like hell was she going to patrol in worn out sneakers if she could help it. Some of these creatures looked like they deserved a good kick or two-certainly seemed less trouble then stabbing.

Under normal (what was normal here) circumstances, she would've left the large woman before her to her own devices, in favor of someone less able to defend themselves. However, from her perspective, the blue buggers especially looked like they were about to surround her.

Sonya immediately rushed over, getting the attention of some of the blue ones. She immediately dropkicked the closest one, sending it into a group of them like bowling pins.

"Ma'am!" She called out. "You might want to try kicking them."

Even with her experience, she could tell the sword the woman held was a fine one. Having to stab the tiny bastards would only dull the blade, and only if she was fast enough to catch them-kicking just seemed practical on both ends.

test drive meme # 41

brienne of tarth | game of thrones

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