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

[needsnoheadsman]

[You see this face? This is the face of someone who does not believe you, but Robb lets out a slow breath. If he doesn't get this treated it's likely to get infected, and he'd really rather not deal with a fever and those--things.]

Do what you must, then. [He holds out his arm for Thom to take, wincing a little--it might not look bad, but it feels bad. Though that's probably also the part where he hasn't eaten since stumbling out into the city.]

[hopecanruinyou]

[no one ever takes him seriously, it's fine, it's whatever. after all, just imagine the sort of stress thom would be under if people actually started relying on him for things, ammirite?

nevermind that being a hero is practically all he's ever wanted out of his life. nevermind that at all.]

Here, just-- [thom doesn't waste anymore time in pressing his hand down on the wound. his palms heat up on contact with the broken skin as his powers get to work on stitching it back together, and then because he really wasn't lying about the cut being a simple fix he lets his powers stretch out a bit further, following grey creeping tendrils through robb's body and... feeding energy into them, basically.

when thom finally pulls his hands away again, not only is the wound healed but robb will likely find himself feeling a touch stronger and more energetic as well.

thom smiles an accomplished smile as he looks over his work. look ma, no power outages!] There. That's better, right? You should, uh, probably eat something as soon as you can, but I stopped the whole body eating your own muscles thing for now at least.

[needsnoheadsman]

[He feels that--that magic, is the best term he has for it, working its way into the cut, into sinews and nerves, feels the gnawing ache in his stomach just vanish, like it never was. The cut's gone too, not even a scar to mark where it was, and Robb sucks in a breath. The boy's right, he feels better. Much better. The hunger's going to kick back in at some point, he knows that, but for now it's gone and he can stand.]

It does feel better. [Is it weird he's actually kind of used to not eating very well in stressful times? It's probably weird.] That may be a little later than I'd like, I haven't seen any food around. [He glances around their surroundings, hoping he doesn't catch sight of one of those things again.] Though I've seen plenty of those creatures around.

[A pause, then:] What of you? I can't imagine it's been easy trying to evade those things.

[hopecanruinyou]

[his hands shake slightly as he stands, but it's less like the warning signs of an oncoming seizure and more like being three cups of coffee into an all night study session at 3 am or something. the energy from his healing is coursing through his body like a live wire, but thankfully it all seems to be contained for now.

thom curls his hands into fists and uncurls them, again and again until the shaking stops.] Pretty sure I've mostly been lucky up til now. Though I guess I do a lot of running anyway.

[he shrugs, tucking his hands into his pockets almost sheepishly.] Healing anyone I come across that's hurt manages to give me some pretty nice energy boosts for awhile too. [makes him feel like he can run as fast as golden boy, even if it's just for a few minutes.

thankfully he hasn't managed to come across an injury bad enough to cross his threshold for staying conscious. he can't be sure how much longer that will keep though.]