dankmemes | Test Drive Meme #7

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 March 25th, and apps are open April 1st.

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: HOW UNUSUAL
[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.

Watch out as you explore the streets of Hadriel, because you're not alone, and there's always something on the rooftops watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity to separate you from your group and tear you into pieces. This time, the Door has brought in a few Rodents Of Unusual Size, from the film/book Princess Bride.

These large creatures are about the size of a large dog and can be stoked into a frenzy once they smell blood. They typically hide in the shadows and wait for an opportune moment to leap out of the dark and strike at you. Though they can sometimes look like overlarge puppets, take no doubt that these monsters are very much alive, and they love the taste of flesh.]

H O P E
SCENARIO TWO: MIRROR, MIRROR
[While exploring, you might be surprised to come across a pristine mirror in this underground city. It could be lying in your path, it could have been dropped into your bag by a mysterious someone, or it could find you some other way, but it will be there. This is no ordinary mirror, however- upon looking inside of it, the glass will show you a vision of a future that you hope for more than anything.

Regardless of what you want, the mirror shows visions that you believe are possible so that you can adequately hope for it- whether or not they actually are isn't really anyone's concern. Feel free to hide in a corner and stare for hours, throw it away, or try to peek at as many other mirrors as you want- we won't stop you!

This is a mini version of our Hopeful Future event this month!]

R A G E

SCENARIO THREE: PAY 2 WIN
[How cool are carnival booths? Super cool, right? And luckily, the grand prize in this one is something you've always wanted. It could be a briefcase of enough money to make all your troubles go away, that sacred amulet you've been questing after, or something a little less concrete- the approval of someone you want to like you, a curse upon someone you don't like, general freedom... the choices are endless.

And all you have to do to win it is play a game or two.

Something strange seems to be happening, though. Each time you finish a round of the game, the prize requirements just get a little higher, just stretch a little more out of reach. Play again, we're sure you'll get it this time! No? Well, you've definitely got it next time.

Get fed up and smash the booth for the prize? Well buddy, now you're disqualified, and tampering with the booth sets that thing you want most up in flames. Sorry, bud. Better luck next time! And look, there's another booth right behind you...]

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( it takes a certain sort of … something to be able to spend nearly every waking moment with the same person. day after day, night after night, with barely more than – maybe – five minutes of alone time to one's self in a twenty-four hour period. with the exception of his stint away at stanford, there have been very few minutes in his days that haven't incorporated dean in some way, and while he'll never openly disagree with the codependency diagnosis, he really doesn't think he would want it any other way.

he'd tried his own apple pie life thing. had had it for a year with amelia and the dog, when he should have been looking for dean in purgatory, and it had been his own choice to leave them in the end. had been his choice again to not go back to her, even though she'd been more than willing to leave her husband in the dust behind them.

when he really thinks about it, there really has only ever been dean, in his past and of course, in his future, and he's all right with that. who else will have his back, especially when he finds himself in situations like these, if not his older brother? ( when have they never not had each other's backs when things like this happen, even if this might tip the scales on the weirder side of things? )

he winces, just a bit at dean's reaction, feels the slightest bit sorry for having broken the news to him like that – even when he thinks about it, there's no other way he could have come out with the truth other than to just come out with it, because there is no beating around the bush with these two, no matter how much he ends up trying to skirt the truth when it's something that he doesn't really want to say.

there's something to be said about the fact that he overlooks the talk of monsters, too. that's just par for the course for them, isn't it? ( yes, of course it is. ) and there isn't much he can do or say in the way of placation, because there isn't anything to say other than what's already been said, and it's all he can do now to lay it all out in the open.

which is to say that he has absolutely no idea how this could have happened, either. ) Three. ( he repeats it back to him, like saying it over and over again will make it more plausible – even though he's sure they both know it won't. it won't come anywhere near causing this to make any sense at all. )

I'd say there might be a trickster involved, but I don't think so. ( he breathes out a sigh, looks off to the side for a tiny moment. ) I … I got nothing, Dean. I have absolutely no idea what's going on, here.

[ Sure, this comes pretty close to the tip of the proverbial weird iceberg. And that unto itself is a problem - not knowing what they're dealing with is always an issue. Even when they don't know, they usually have a clue, some inkling as to why the path has led to this point.

But right now this sort of seems out of his realm of reasoning. There's no reason for either of them to be here, not when they don't even know where here is. Even when Zachariah zapped him places, when he's been shown things out of the norm, there was always a rationale behind it. Something always presented itself in time as some kind of a twisted explanation, but this seems so remote that he can't wrap his mind around it.

Which either makes it infinitely worse or.. again, just really weird. Dean's not entirely sure.

And while they're not back home, Dean can at least comfort himself with the fact that he's here to drag Sam back. Not that he quite grasps the inherent issues with that belief, like he can simply storm around and get them back home, but he'll get there when he gets there. Until then, he can be pleased with the universe for including him in this utter fiasco. He didn't want to be here but sure fine, okay, he's here to help save the damn day. Because isn't that always just the way it goes.

... Okay. Three. He's got it now. Dean heaves a sigh, narrowing his gaze as he looks off at nothing in particular, trying to make sure his head is screwed on right. He doesn't quite know how to approach this, but that doesn't matter at the end of the day. Thinking about it isn't important, dealing with it is. And so he finally turns back to Sam and gets down to business, stops lingering over his thoughts and moves on. ]

Great. Okay.

[ Sam doesn't know jack shit, which admittedly, isn't very helpful. But they've been through worse before and Dean sort of shrugs the whole thing off, clapping a hand around Sam's arm and starting to pull him off in... oh, any ol' direction. ]

Three months means you know your way around, right?

( the tip of the proverbial weird iceberg indeed; for everything that they don't implicitly know what they're dealing with, everything else they do, and having no inkling whatsoever what they're dealing with here is something that neither of them particularly know what to do with. it's an odd situation, but not one that he doesn't think they can overcome now that the both of them are here – because yes, there are things that he realizes he does better with dean around, and hunting is always going to be one of them, regardless of whether or not he acknowledges it consciously – but he still gives pause, because there are so many variables that he doesn't know what to do with any of them, and it's all he can do to cling to the fact that dean is okay. that he's here, he's whole, and that means there is nothing that can stand in their way.

theoretically, at least. and that's something he's going to cling to until he has something better to go on.

and with dean thinking that he has everything to do with getting the both of them back home, there's got to be something that can lead them back to where they belong. something that can get them back to their present lives, whatever challenge they're facing, because it's always them against the world – it it, or isn't it? – and sam wishes that he knew more about what was going on here, even with how long he's been here. he's been exploring to his heart's content, and he's met a few people that have been here longer than he has, and thus able to tell him a few vital things that he's managed to hold onto, but in the long run …

he still has no real idea of what's going on with the whole of everything, even when he knows there are gods involved – and he's died once already, has he mentioned that? not strange at all – but dean seems hell-bent on getting the who-what-when-where-why of everything, and that's always ended in some sort of information gathering for them.

he can only hope that that remains true, no matter what route they take.

three. okay. at least they've gotten that far.

he nods, the slightest bit, even though he looks a bit unsure. ) For the most part, yeah. ( he tries to look sure of himself, picking up his posture and squaring his shoulders even though his hands remain in his jean pockets. )

Got an idea of where you wanna start?

Test Drive Meme #7

shakes head that's wrong, deano. that's very wrong.

ur face is wrong sam

now that is the MOST wrong and you take that back right now mister.