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

[hotdisaster]

[ She armors herself with her anger, sneering in response. A wetboy shouldn't have blood on her grays: it's a messy job, a poor job if she does. It'll take forever to get out, and it'll probably dry into the fabric by the time they're out of here.

Well. At least he didn't get it on her hair. ]

Sure. I'm one happy, happy bitch.

[ Vi sinks into her anger and simultaneously grasps at her Talent, muttering the foulest insults she can think of at Ronan to make the corpse's ribcage snap beneath her fingertips with a touch, with sickening cracks. If she's angry, she doesn't have to be anything else. She doesn't have to think about this lump of flesh beneath her and the pieces of its body being ripped from its chest.

Her work is efficient, obviously that of someone who knows what she's doing and who has done this before, and Vi finishes the job in mere moments. She finds what she wants and stands, both the now-useless letterknife and the long-dead heart in her hand. ]

If this doesn't work, it isn't my heart we're trying next.

[greywaren]

[Ronan doesn't look away. He watches her cut and work, his expression flat, his posture rigid. He doesn't grimace, doesn't pull away, just watches as the knife cuts through flesh and ribs are pried apart and she works almost effortlessly at getting the heart out.

He doesn't quite understand how it works- she's smaller than him, she should be having a rougher time of it- but it's out in no time and Ronan takes a step back, nodding toward the pedestal with a sneer.]

I'd like to see you fucking try.

[Behind him, Chainsaw croons and flutters up, perching back comfortably on his shoulder while he backs up, setting a hand on the doorknob as he waits for her to set the heart down.]

Get on with it.