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

[fervence]

[urk.

lloyd flushes when zelos points out his face smudge on the glass, hands curling into fists at his side. way to get caught acting like a kid again, lloyd. that's sure to impress zelos. unless... well. he hasn't had a chance to show that off to zelos yet, has he?

the man liked being sneaky, he was sure to like this too.]

Zelos! [lloyd darts forward to glom onto the chosen's arm, tugging him over towards the front door before releasing the arm again so he can start digging through his pockets for his tools. what pocket did he leave them in again...?]

You have money, right? Because I can get us in, but I don't want to just take anything without leaving something behind, you know? It wouldn't seem right.

[fafnirs]

❰ and zelos lets himself be tugged, because- well, because he's zelos and this might as well be a hug compared to his bestest bud's usual level of physical standoffish. anyway, soon they're in front of the door and he's watching lloyd's hasty search of basically every single pocket he owns (how many pockets does he have even, wow) with confusion and intrigue. like, what, does he think he's got the key to this place?

the question has zelos flashing a grin, despite the almost comically naive reasoning to follow, and his free hand slides into his own pockets to feel for his traveling pouch of spare gald.

'Course I do. Being the Chosen does have a few perks. ❰ drawing out the pouch, he gives it a shake shake to show he's got plenty. and though he's definitely more than a little curious about how lloyd's so sure he can bust them in, zelos elects to hold his tongue on that one in favor of watching to find out. ❱

[fervence]

[lloyd barely spares zelos the moment for a quick flash of a smile his way before resuming his search. after a few more seconds he lets out a triumphant cry and pulls out a small pouch of thin metal working tools.]

Gimme just a second and I'll have us in!

[another grin zelos' way and then he's crouching down in front of the lock at the door and sets to work. lloyd hums a bit as his tools twist and move, and then there's a snick and the door swings open. he stands up straight and waves zelos in.]