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

eyes rutherford | spiral: the bonds of reasoning.

[tearless]

fear; two

[ For someone who woke up looking into the cold face of a corpse, Eyes appears to be calm, almost eerily so as he slowly rises to better sitting position. Sharp eyes slowly scan his surroundings, and it doesn't escape him that there is someone else here even if he seems to not acknowledge that other presence. For all he knew, it could be just as dead as the body.

For a moment he touches the area of his heart and presses down upon it tentatively, holding his hand over the still dark and wet area in silence. Then, apparently satisfied with whatever it was he had just done, he... proceeds to hover over the body, clearly not disturbed by being so close to it. If the way he runs his fingers along the clothing is any indication, he's not afraid to touch it either.

Hopefully the other person in the room wouldn't be too prudent about his behaviour, because he doesn't particularly care at the moment as he rummages through the clothing. What mattered most was finding answers. ]

hope; one

[ There was no secret about it; his eating habits were abysmal, and too often the musician would forget to eat unless some more observant soul were to remind him. But he did have his moments, and what an absolute coincidence it was that he happened to pass by a store that seemed to have food he would favour more.

... Except the door is locked. Now, he isn't going to be breaking windows or anything, but look at this helpful fellow passing along. Just a moment, he wants to ask you a question. ]

If I were to use a switchblade to break this glass, how long do you think it would take? [ Call it rhetorical. ]

hope

[fervence]

What? Hey, don't do that, someone worked hard on that glass-- and you could get hurt besides!

[call it a difference in philosophy or what have you, but lloyd and 'rhetorical' have never exactly seen eye to eye with each other. or lloyd doesn't, anyway, because how do you see something that isn't there anyway? doesn't make any sense to him at all.

on the other hand 'helpful fellow' isn't an entirely inaccurate way to describe lloyd under any circumstance. in fact, you'd be hard pressed to find a fellow more helpful than him.] Did you need something from inside? Because I can get you in without having to break anything.

hope

[tearless]

I've found no traces of that someone anywhere here. [ He goes as far as raising an eyebrow in his amusement, interested in how Lloyd could still hold to a stricter moral code. Well, perhaps someone had to.

Rather than give him a straight answer, he casts another calculating look over the display inside. Just how much did he want that food...? ] You've already succeeded in entering other facilities without breaking anything, then? That's quite a skill.

[fervence]

Well yeah, maybe. But just because they're not around anymore doesn't mean you should break things they put their heart into and throw them in the river!

[a stricter moral code might not be entirely the right word for things considering lloyd was still offering to help eyes get in to a locked building, but he certainly held a certain pride in good craftsmanship, be it his own or a total strangers.

and he'd maybe taken the whole wish tag thing with sheena and presea harder than he'd let on. maybe.]

Uh, wha-? [lloyd stops in the process of fetching a small set of tools from his pockets to look back up at eyes, before ducking his head a bit sheepishly and grinning.] Gee, you really think so? It's not that big of a deal, is it?

[next thing you know, you're gonna be telling lloyd that not everyone knows how to defuse bombs either.]

[tearless]

[ No Lloyd, not everyone knows how to defuse bombs. But he knows how to strategically place one to demolish an entire theatre without caring for the panic it incited! ]

There are many, such as myself, who would rather enter by brute force. [ If Lloyd wanted a demonstration, he still had the knife on him to start stabbing away! ]

Such respect for their craftsmanship, why do you have it?

fear

[vapidfloozy]

[Inigo is disoriented, confused. He's at the door, tugging at the handle, getting steadily more disturbed when it doesn't budge at all. His eyes flicker to the other person in the room, and his apparent - well, comfort around the body on the floor.

He just watches for a second. Honestly, Inigo's seen his fair share of dead bodies - more than his fair share, probably. It doesn't bother him all that much, even if it is strange to wake up here with one. The locked door is more disturbing.]

Looking for something?

fear

[tearless]

Satisfaction. [ ... Which probably sounds completely wrong on its own, especially with what he was doing, so he releases a quiet sigh before pulling back from the corpse to look at the other person properly. ]

I don't know what you were doing before you found yourself here, but if that door is not moving then there is something we must do to escape, or it's protecting us from what is out there. Better to find some clue before venturing, don't you agree?

[vapidfloozy]

Uh... sure, I guess.

[He lets go of the handle and walks over to peer at both the corpse and the other man in the room.]

Man, if I had to be trapped in a room with someone, why couldn't it have been a pretty girl instead of some weird guy who's into corpses?

[These are the important questions here, and Inigo does not seem bothered that saying that out loud might offend the guy. He sighs and kneels down.]

[tearless]

[ Excuse you? Eyes is plenty used to remarks about his looks and usually brushes them off, but he actually has the pride to be miffed by such a quip. Therefore, Inigo has earned himself a frown from him. ]

The corpse is yours to do with as you wish. [ Here, have the letter opener tossed your way. ] You seem to be in a hurry to find this pretty girl of yours.

[vapidfloozy]

[He catches the letter opener with a surprisingly easy movement. Then he frowns, too.]

What? I thought you were all ready to cut it open. I don't want to get blood all over me.

[While Inigo's familiar enough with corpses, he usually doesn't have to slice into them. Ew. Not a great prospect.]

[tearless]

I don't see what the difference a little blood will do in your pursuit of other women. [ So whether Inigo starts cutting into the corpse or not is entirely up to him, the best he'll get from Eyes is a shrug. ]

You also seem to be in greater hurry to get out of here.

[vapidfloozy]

Most girls aren't that into blood. Although there's something to be said for the wild type...

[He sighs, put-upon, and kneels down next to the corpse, holding the letter opener. Well, if he HAS to do it, he will.]

What, you just want to hang out here?

[tearless]

See if you can find yourself one of those wild girls. [ He'll just nod and watch Inigo work, if he decides to actually take on the task. ]

There is no difference between in here and out there to me, all I know is that I'm not where I want to be.

[vapidfloozy]

[Inigo does indeed go right ahead and begin cutting into the corpse. He frowns as he does so, annoyed at having to do this but not overly disgusted. That might change.]

You know any pretty girls?

[An important question.]

Huh. So where do you want to be, then?

hope

[dure]

No idea. Never really tried breaking in to anything before.

[ he steps aside from the glass window though, in case this guy decides to do something violent. ]

Where'd you even find a switchblade?

[tearless]

Another building that could be more easily broken into. [ Which is a valid answer, right? Except he doesn't say how it happened to be one of few he carried on him normally. The step back doesn't go unnoticed either, so he mildly raises his eyebrows in amusement. ]

Though your lack of skills is unfortunate, would you need someone to watch over you?