dankmemes | Test Drive Meme # 1

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.]

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fear; o n e

Oh, ew!

[ As if waking up in an entirely foreign place wasn’t bad enough, now there are zombies? Fuck that noise. The disgusted cry comes immediately after the slimy tongue of Smoker wraps around her arms and torso.] I don’t know what type of lady you think I am, but-

[ Unfortunately, her attempt to be clever is cut off as she’s suddenly yanked forward with a squeal. Help? Anyone? She’d really like to not have her brains eaten on the first day here. Even if it would make for a funny story later. ]

fear; t w o

What the absolute fuck.

[ Blunt? Yes. Truthful? Also yes. Of all the ways Rose had imagined her day going, this had definitely not been one of the possibilities.

She’s actually not squeamish in the least; tearing this guy’s heart out and putting it on the pedestal with her strength would be almost effortless. Unless they wanted it completely intact. Then things might get tricky. Still, that doesn’t change the fact of how messed up this all is. A million questions rattle around in her mind all vying for her focus at once (Who is this guy? Are they going to get blamed for his death? Why them?) but she doesn’t have answers for any of them. ]

I, uh. I don’t suppose you’re familiar with open heart surgery techniques at all, are you?

[ she says, to whatever poor unfortunate soul happens to be trapped in here with her. ]

hope; t h r e e

[ This place might be in ruins but it still has to have food somewhere. Even if she has to resort to hunting down prey herself, Rose wouldn’t mind all that much if it meant putting something in her growling stomach. Hunger is usually easier to ignore but the stress of being in an entirely different plane of existence (again) is just a tad bit overwhelming. Which leads her to becoming just slightly hangry when she usually wouldn’t be.

The blond finally catches a whiff of something delicious, however, and practically beelines for the source of the smell. Is that… a bacon cheeseburger? The woman practically presses herself to the glass trying to see better into whatever restaurant this may be. She goes for the door, naturally, only to find it locked. And she’s not about to shatter that ornate glass… So, instead, she knocks on the door and (if that doesn’t yield any results) the window. Let her in.

She looks awfully silly, admittedly, continuously tapping her knuckles against practically every hard surface of the building she can find to get some attention.]

Edited 2015-09-19 05:28 (UTC)

[Isaac sees the woman be jerked backward with barely a warning, and at first, he's not entirely sure exactly what had caused it. One moment she was standing there and the next, she's gone- like she fell over herself, or something pulled her back.

He moves after her then, quickly knocking aside the rubble in his path, when he finally realizes what it is that pulled her back, what's wrapped around her waist.]

Oh, ew-

[Isaac reaches for her arm, manages to grab at her elbow. With his other hand, he reaches down to grab at the tongue, trying to pull it from her waist, even as the appendage yanks her backward, trying to drag her further toward the creature behind her.]

-shit, what is that?

[ Rose herself is already thrashing against the pull of the undead trying to catch her like a frog does flies. It's grip is surprisingly strong, however, with her arms bound down by its tongue there isn't much she can do besides hope it runs over some nails or something. Maybe then it'd learn a lesson about trying to eat people.

Thank goodness for small favors, she supposes. This one came in the form of someone being close by. Even better is that he seems capable. Good thing to because maybe she was starting to get a little worried that she wasn't going to get out of this with herself intact. ] Your -- guess -- is as good -- as mine! [ comes her reply in-between huffs as she struggles still against its pull. If he could just lift that tongue off her just a tiny bit more all this wriggling might actually pay off. ]

[It's a moment before Saul even acknowledges that the woman has spoken, busy as he is testing the door and testing again. The handle doesn't give; he tries a kick, expertly placed, but nothing comes of it. With no access to the sky, he cannot call his power with the force he'll need. It's at that thought that he finally relents and turns.]

Open - what?

[As he drops to his knees by the corpse, he keeps a wary eye on her. Of all people to be trapped with, some strange, confused woman... he finds the knife and grabs it on instinct, before seeing what they have to do with it.

He looks her over again, impassive. A dirty, vaguely malnourished boy, fifteen maybe, with hard, flat eyes. No questions asked from him.]

The ribs will be the hard part, [he says.] How sturdy are your shoes?

[ The contact of the kick causes her to flinch; she had already figured this was some Saw ridiculousness and that it wouldn't work. Turns out her hunch was correct. She could try to use her strength, but that would be giving away much more than she's willing to in front of an absolute stranger. ]

Y'know, open heart surgery. Scalpel, gloves, Kali ma if you're an Indiana Jones fan... [ Something tells her she's talking to someone who doesn't have a clue what she's getting at (has he been living under a rock?) and so she trails off uncertainly as he grabs the knife with no hesitation.

He's too young to be this cold, she thinks. ]

They're pretty sturdy sneakers. I mean, it'd suck to get blood and guts all over 'em since that shit's hard to get out but. [ They have to do what they have to do. ]

[Her explanations, such as they are, only leave Saul blinking in increasing confusion.]

You're talking nonsense, woman.

[He hasn't got time for this. He resents being trapped out of view of the sky, suspects that that is deliberately against him, and if she is trying to joke then he resents that too.

But at least she isn't squeamish, he thinks, with certain relief that her reaction is basically forthcoming. Though she is only a woman, so maybe this will change once he starts cutting.]

You'll have to step on the bones very hard, if you'll be the one to do it, [he warns as he chooses the first spot into which to push the knife, quick and hard like a hammer blow.] Perhaps it would be better to cut up through the belly, under the ribcage. Like pulling a pig's heart out...

[ ... He's lived under a rock. Okay, then, that's alrightl. She'll cool it on the pop culture references. She'll also rein in the jokes since while they help her relax, she's getting the feeling that isn't the case for him at all. ]

Okay, so, I'm a little concerned that you know how to pull out a pig's heart, but. No judgement. [ Not that she's unfamiliar with the best tactics on how to rip out someone's heart herself. ] And I'll do it. Just give me the go ahead and I'll crack these bones like no one's business.

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