Test Drive Meme # 1

[hadrielmods]

Welcome to Hadriel's very first 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 September 24th, and Apps are open October 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!

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: ANYONE GOT A LIGHT?
[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. In this instance, the door has managed to grab something truly horrific, and it's definitely out for blood (and brains) tonight.

Smokers are enemies in the video game series Left 4 Dead, who use their prehensile tongues to capture unwitting people and either drag them away for consumption or hang them up to strangle them. With all of the activity of characters trying to find out what's going on and where they are, there are more than a few of them, lingering in the shadows and waiting to try strike at anyone who may be lagging behind.]


SCENARIO TWO: YOUR HEART WILL GO ON
[You awaken in a windowless room, the walls strangely curved. The door, when you try it, is quite firmly locked. No amount of force is able to break through, so it seems to be sealed by supernatural means. Next to the door stands a slender pedestal, about as big around as a large man's thigh. At the top of the pedestal is a indentation, as if something were meant to go there.

But you're not alone in this room. There are two things with you: a person and a corpse. Pinned to the body is a note: Place a heart on the pedestal to leave. Tucked neatly into the corpse's pocket is a letter opener, small and not particularly sharp.

Did you have weapons or tools on you before? You don't now. But look at it this way: what better form of bonding is there than helping a friend or stranger dig a heart out of a corpse with nothing but a letter opener and your bare hands?]


H O P E

SCENARIO THREE: HAVE YOU HAD YOUR BREAK-IN TODAY?
[You're standing outside a storefront, colored glass set into intricate designs. It's beautiful, artistic, but more importantly - there's definitely food inside. Good food, too, by the glimpses you can see through the window. In fact - wait a minute - isn't that your favorite dish in there, just waiting for you? You've been searching for food for hours, it seems, and the city is bare. Your tummy is getting awful rumbly. What luck!

You try the door. Cruelly, it is locked. The food taunts you, just out of reach.

The glass is lovely, intricate, but it's just glass. Or maybe you know how to pick locks. Or maybe there's a back way in. Or maybe some passing friend will be able to help you. There's a lot of options here, if what you really want is a mouthful of the finest... whatever it is you like.]

Comments

Noah Czerny | The Raven Cycle

[casperdisaster]

[Door #3]

[There is Gelato in that store.

Noah tries the door first because he is a good law-abiding ghost, but it gives only the barest lurch that comes with being locked tight. Pouting, he even gives a light tap of a knock next, but no other sound is forthcoming except for the sad echo of emptiness and a knock unanswered.

... He tries the door again anyway just to be sure.]

Oh, come on!

[He tries a third time, grasping the door handle with both hands, bracing his feet against the wall and LEAAAAAAAAAAAAAANING as far back as he can, but his fairly insignificant weight is not enough to force the delicate-looking door.

Of course, the glass doesn't look too thick, but it's so pretty, and what kind of person would he be if he went around breaking windows?

The kinda person he was when he was alive, mostly, but that's beside the point.

He lets go of the door and starts searching through his pockets to see if there's something he can jimmy the lock with, not that he has much experience with it... but as the saying goes, hope springs eternal.]

[unitas]

Stand back. [ There's no small amount of demand in her voice, and with a thick stone gripped tight in her pale hand, there was no room to doubt the girl's intentions. She gives him little time to move back, or offer protest before she tosses the stone with considerable force; the glass shatters on impact, a beautiful piece of art now mere shards upon the ground.

It would have been a shame if it weren't in such a shit hole, but food was more important, and she wasn't about to wait around for this guy to give the door another go. ]

You're welcome. [ She says, all wiseass, and brushes past him to step inside the shop that had been much nicer moments ago. Let's hope none of the food products were open. ]

[casperdisaster]

What the-

[As soon as Noah sees the very solid rock in her hand - having had enough blunt force trauma for one life time - exactly enough for one lifetime - Noah scrambles back and falls on his ass to get out of the way. He brings his arms up to cover his head, flinching when the beautiful inhuman work of art is transformed rather magnificently to inhumanly beautiful shards of glass on the ground.]

That's - someone probably worked hard on that?

[It looses any real indignance to it when it comes out as a question. Noah scrambles to his feet, steps carefully over the mess, and follows Sharon in.

She seems to know what she's doing.]

[unitas]

[ She feels as if she should feel guilty, and not for the shards crunching loudly beneath her boots. Sharon turns to watch him with narrowed blue eyes as she pulls open a box of some foreign treat she'd never had before. He was thin, waif-like even, and sort of looked as if he'd spent the majority of his youth crawling through dusty vents, but more than all of that, he looked nervous and lost.

Maybe he even appeared scared, but who wouldn't be in this place? ]

Sorry. [ Truth be told, she hadn't meant to frighten him, but her sense of tact has never been that great. This is why she doesn't have friends, along with the spooky cult thing. ]

[casperdisaster]

[Default Noah is strained and anxious and he gives a little sort of uncomfortable shrug under her scrutiny, only looking up at Sharon briefly before looking away before they do something awful like make eye contact.

Instead he goes for what he spotted through the window before, grabbing a little plastic pint of what promises to be stracciatella gelato. After a moment of hesitation he grabs a second one and holds it out to Sharon.]

Um. They have limoncello and pomegranate swirl, too.

[unitas]

[ The offer catches her off guard, a sweet gesture in an otherwise mostly terrifying place. She hesitates, but leans forward, and takes the offered pint, twisting it in her hand to get a good look at the label. It's a lot nicer than the dollar ice creams she picks up at the store. ]

I've never had gelato before. [ a thoughtful pause, brief. It's possible she tried some before her mother disappeared, but those memories were hazy. ] I mean, unless that's just some stupid fancy name for ice cream.

[casperdisaster]

[The label promises that the flavor is sweet vanilla cream with flakes of chocolate mixed in. Noah smiles a little at the comment about 'stupid fancy name for ice cream'. It's a sort of awkward smile, a little too shy, and again he looks up only briefly before looking away as he roots around for a basket or something similar. He is going to take as much gelato as he can carry. Real food, what's that good for?]

Kind of? Um, I guess in Europe there's got to be a minimum amount of milkfat or cream or something to be able to call itself Gelato. It's just... super creamy ice cream, basically. It's great.

[fuwatokurage]

Hm?

What are you trying to do?

[Clear, true to his character, comes out of seemingly nowhere without announcing his presence properly and being in a rather close proximity to another body without thinking that maybe he'd scare the ever living crap out of said other body. The gas mask really doesn't help, either.]

[casperdisaster]

AAA!

[Noah yells, goes corpse cold (frosting the window he was next to slightly) and falls.

Thanks, jerk.]

W-why are you wearing a gasmask?

[Is there something in the air? Should NOAH be wearing a gas mask? Is he going to die without one? Again?]

[fuwatokurage]

[Even though Clear is the one that scared Noah, he gives out a yelp at the shout, also stumbling backwards, but keeping his balance.]

E-eh...?

Oh! Uhm...this?

[IGNORING THAT QUESTION.]

What is in the building?

[casperdisaster]

Uh? [Noah stands, patting off his pants and looking at the building he was trying to get into. Right.] Oh, it looks like there's food in there. Specifically ice cream.

... I guess I should eat real food too, but. Gelato.

[fuwatokurage]

Gelato? There is gelato inside there?

[Clear looks into the window and sees the gelato. But it's only because Noah mentioned gelato so specifically that that's what he sees. While Clear can eat and does like tasting different things, he doesn't have the same kind of hunger needs as humans.]

I do not think I've had it before.

[casperdisaster]

Oh, it's great! [Noah is obviously a fan of it, shy, awkward smile creeping out in spite of himself.] It's like... extra creamy ice cream.

[unknowable]

[He watches Noah for a moment, curious, before heading over to offer him a hand with - whatever's going on here. A cursory glance through the glass make it all clear, and Adam can practically hear his own stomach rumble. He hasn't seen food anywhere, and everything in there looks so good. No wonder Noah's trying so desperately to get in.]

Hey, maybe there's a back entrance.

[casperdisaster]

You think?

[Noah looks absolutely hopeful at the possible suggestion, but it would make sense of course, right? Stores usually have a back door to take garbage out and the like, or they function as a fire escape.

Nevermind that those are normal buildings and not freaky alien underground buildings. It sounds like it makes sense and Adam sounds sensible when he says it.]

Let's look, maybe they forgot to lock that one!

[unknowable]

[Adam has the gift of sounding sensible at most times, even if what he's staying is 'let's wake a strange ley line' or 'let's frame someone for murder'. This, being a (more or less) actually sensible idea, is even easier to make sound that way,

He doesn't really want to break the glass either, but if it's the only option - well, they're hungry. Still, better to explore other avenues first.]

We can hope, anyway. Did you see any other stores with food besides this one?

[There is a small alleyway between this building and the next one. Adam peers down it cautiously before heading inside, steps careful.]

[casperdisaster]

[Noah shakes his head sadly as he trots after Adam, blindly trusting in the other's sensibility and good choices.

Adam's only really ass when it comes to taking care of himself after all.]

No, all the ones I saw were all dark and empty-looking. Except one that looked like it had a bunch of end-tables... that were a little too tall...

[unknowable]

[He's a little worried about running into one of those monsters from earlier, but he hasn't seen any in awhile. Hopefully they'll be fine.]

Yeah, I couldn't find any either. Just one full of what looked like cloth, and then a bunch of empty ones.

[The alley doesn't have any garbage or trash cans or any of the things Adam might expect. But then, what is he supposed to expect, here?]

This place is so strange.

[unmakes]

❰ holy shit it's noah. ❱

What're we after?

❰ she asks as she strolls up beside him, casual as shit, but there's no suppressing her ecstatic grin. after a second, her gaze leaves noah to peer in the window - in fact, she's lifting her hands like a visor over her eyes as she leans in to get a look into the building. ❱

That is some fancy-ass ice cream, sign me up.

[casperdisaster]

Sally!

[She gets a hug, Noah knew that Ronan, Adam, and Gansey were here too when he woke up but he's delighted to see at least one of his other friends from before here, too. It gives him hope that he'll see the others.]

I used to go to this great gelato place back home when I was alive. The door's locked, though, and I don't wanna break the windows. They're so pretty.

[mintly]

[there's gelato in that store, and there's pizza. there's probably other things too, but gansey figures that between pizza and gelato their basic needs are met. except for how their basic needs are being kept from them by some beautiful looking glass that he's strangely reluctant to break.]

...wait, you can pick locks?

[sorry, noah, he totally didn't mean to sneak right up behind you like that. blame the boat shoes and their soft soles.]

[casperdisaster]

Aaah!

[This prompts a shout, a jump, and a falling against Gansey mostly. Noah blinks, looks up at his new, uh, post to rest on basically.]

Um... don't they like... jimmy locks with credit cards? I know I've seen it on TV...

[he knows he doesn't have any cards on him but he was hoping for something that would have the same effect.]

[mintly]

[gansey catches noah, as he's prone to doing, arms looping loosely around his body until he's sure noah isn't going to fall over from jumping out of his skin.]

There's some kind of locks you can do that with, I think? Or maybe it's just a TV thing.

[either way, he reaches into his back pocket, takes out his wallet, and hands noah, of all things, a library card. it's been sturdily laminated, signed with gansey's name in a child's shaky cursive. that, at least, won't snap like a real card might.]

[casperdisaster]

Oh! Thank you!

[He probably could have used his knife, too, but he tends to forget he has it unless someone's life (other than his own) is actively in danger. Noah hasn't actually picked any locks before so he's mostly flying blind here, but he'll give a good attempt at it. He's seen it on TV plenty of times.]

[mintly]

Of course.

[gansey squats down beside him, watching to see what noah does, even if it's just copying the questionable practices of television reality. who knows, maybe it'll work.]