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

[64th]

[ she's puzzled now too, and shakes her head. a few hours? that doesn't make any sense. it's been - well, she doesn't know exactly. after her return to the hotel, the days had blended together. more and more people disappeared and she'd waited for them to come back but they never did. ] Killian, it's been weeks. I looked everywhere for you, but you were gone. You and Emma both. [ and others, but what interest does he have in the others? ]

I don't know what's happening here and I don't know where you've been but it wasn't with me. [ she doesn't sound accusatory, but it's easy to see that his disappearance was upsetting to her. Cashmere thought she wasn't going to have anybody left. no one at the hotel, and no one left behind in Panem either. her entire adult life has been carefully managed to prevent her from losing the few people she hold dear, and in a matter of weeks she managed to lose them all.

Cashmere's sentence is punctuated with a sharp blow of her heel into the corpse. the noise is sickening, but there's no crack of ribs and she huffs in irritation. she'll just have to try again. ]

[villainously]

Gone. ( the last thing he remembers is a ... well, a not terribly eventful day in the hotel, and suddenly he was here. she's very right that all the time spent in the hotel made it impossible to properly track the days. he'd etched a few marks in his wall to keep track of them, days and weeks spreading to months, but come to think of it, he doesn't remember how many days that was before he wound up here.

he frowns, and it's punctuated by the heavy hit of her heel on steady ribs. ) I don't remember anything but being there. ( he can't explain to her the missing gap, he wishes he could. it's very unsettling to lose stretches of time, and it makes him worry after the Savior he still hasn't found. if he didn't realize he was missing, he really couldn't have been trying to find Emma, or any of the other people trapped in the hotel that he cared about. and, yes, Cashmere was one of them.

Cashmere is tall and quite strong, but it doesn't seem entirely fair to make her do all of the work. breaking ribs might take a few blows. ) I'll give it a go.

[64th]

[ so if he doesn't remember leaving, and that was weeks ago, where has he been? maybe she's been gone longer that she thought too. maybe it's better if they come back to this discussion later when they can sit down and puzzle it all out. there's a small wave of hope that washes over her - if Killian's here, and she's here - maybe Raleigh is here too.

Cashmere sighs again, disappointed by her lack of progress. so she's quick to agree when he offers to take a whack at it. ] Okay. Yeah. Thanks. [ she steps back and looks away. her hands are stained with blood, and it's made a mess of her boot as well. the boot she can ignore, but her hands remind her of being a tribute and that unsettles her more than being trapped in this weird windowless room does.

she breathes out. she'll be okay. it'll be over soon, and she'll be okay. ]

If it breaks, it's because I loosened them up for you. Just for the record.

[villainously]

Just couldn't let me have a boost to my masculinity, now could you.

( there's no room in their confinement and body mauling to be amused, but if there was, he might have been. he doesn't watch her as she steps back, though if he caught it, he wouldn't be surprised that the blood on her hands unsettles her. even the worst of people tend to be disturbed by such things — yes, even Captain Hook, though he's a lot better at appearing disconnected to the vile things he does.

she may be a victor, but he's had centuries of practice at convincing himself that he cares about nothing but himself and what he wants. as of late, that's not particularly true, and everybody knows it... but it does make it easier on him in the moment when he's got some unsavory task in front of him.

as always, it tends to haunt him after it's over. it's not like they have a choice, though, do they?

with that thought in mind he tries a stomp of his own, and whether it's the first blow that started the work or the steel of his boot or the combination of both, there's a sickening crack as the ribs fail under the pressure. hopefully this heart they need isn't going to need to be in pristine condition. the chances of that are not high. )

I'll need that blade.