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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❰ and for the most part, alicia let him do it. like, he's not hurting himself, right? and maybe this banging and shouting might get them rescued. in fact, she did some banging and shouting of her own at first too, but the younger clark slid resignedly down a nearby wall long before nick was satisfied with his efforts.

that's where she sits now, knees tucked to her chest and her hands swallowed up by her long hoodie sleeves where they're wrapped around her legs, when he matches her gesture of resignation, and now they're both on the floor. he's all kinds of fucked up, and part of her feels like she should say something to try and reassure him but what the hell even is there to say?

one second they're in a car, driving away from their home and their undead neighbors and all of the memories they had left of their dad - and the next, they wake up here. kidnapped, i guess, as impossible as that seems with all things considered.

she hasn't put much thought into the dead guy since her initial gag reflex at the fact that he was stuck in here with them, though that was probably because she positioned herself carefully against just the right wall that mr. corpse was barely out of sight. now, though, nick's crouching over the corpse and alicia scoots hastily into view to see what the hell he's doing. it looks-... well. it looks like nick's looting him, at first anyway, but then she sees the knife.

at his words, her mouth falls open a little. she's been unusually quiet, but it probably doesn't much shock him this soon after the revelation about matt and what he's become. it might even be a relief for nick. less telling him to shut the hell up. but now she's silent because she can't quite find the words to shape her objection to the totally nonchalant way he's trying to rationalize cutting into some guy's chest.

but he hesitates. thank god, he hesitates. it manages to loosen her tight throat just a little, and with the sort of edge you'd expect from someone half-ready for the corpse to leap up and attack, she pushes off the wall to crabwalk-scoot up beside him now, though not quite as close to the body as he is.

alicia swallows hard. ❱

You don't-... I mean, I could do it, if you want. ❰ she's not actually so sure that she can, but as much as she hates his stupid guts sometimes, she'd rather something get to her than to have to watch that same thing get to him. this is getting to him. she doesn't know if actually doing it would make it better or worse. ❱

[ He tilted his head, like a puppy with his big eyes and obnoxiously adoring unspoken overtones to just about everything he did, at least, around his baby sister. She might feel she hated him, might have said it, and he'd been expecting those words, but her actions tended to speak differently. Maybe deep down she wanted to believe he could get better and stick around this time. Keep his promise. Even though he'd broken that promise and shattered their relationship over and over again. It was a miracle that she would even look at him. He'd failed her when she needed him most. Without dad, it was only natural that they should become closer. But he'd wrecked that. Wrecked everything.

He wasn't going to screw this up and let her down and get them killed. They weren't going to end here, not like this. Alicia, at least, deserved a life. She deserved whatever happy domestic future she envisioned with Matt, even if Matt was going to have to be some other guy in her future after the wounds heal and she can love again. He was too scarred by the last images of Gloria to want a relationship again...ever, really, in the current state of the universe. But he did want to take care of Alicia. Somewhere in his younger mind, he imagined that was what their dad would want from him. What he might have said if he could communicate his thoughts to them before he died.

He was already so screwed up, what was learning how to carve out a heart to his already frayed state of mind and series of crimes? She didn't need to - literally or figuratively - get her hands dirty. He could be a useful big brother for once in his life. Even if he had no idea how to dig a heart out of a corpse, especially with such a small and useless tool. ] No... I want to. I want to do something right.

[ With a shy stab, which made him shiver at first from the grotesquely hard, crunchy squish, he made the first jab of commitment. The next few were more convincing, getting some cold blood on his hands. His face looked more disgusted than anything else. ]

I don't think this thing is gonna get through all the ribs and...whatever else.

Edited 2015-09-20 00:27 (UTC)

❰ 'i want to do something right.' if he were paying any attention to her face instead of the corpse, he'd have caught a flicker of something on her face - something caught halfway between a flinch and a disgusted scowl, because as much as she loathes every single time he plays that game, there's just a little too much bleeding truth in it to dismiss it as stupid brother drama.

but she doesn't say anything, because what even is the point? especially now, as he's... actually starting to stab at the corpse. she's never been the squeamish kind of girl and visceral squish-crunch sounds are nothing compared to even a shitty b-movie these days, but the follow-up thought about how that squish-crunch must have felt (and relatedly, that nick rather than some stranger was the one who had to feel it) has an 'urgh' sound rising up in her throat as she lifts an arm to cover her nose and mouth with the crook of her elbow, leaning off to the side a little. it's not a hurl sound, he knows those well enough to recognize that. it's just... one half-syllable to perfectly encapsulate how fucked up this is.

but now he's fucking waffling about it, oh my god - ❱

No, just freaking - ❰ before she can change her mind, her hands reach out to wrap around his and she shoves the letter opener down into the corpse with a desperately disgusted sort of force.

it's no stronger than his own attempts, but she's aimed it lower into the upside-down v where the ribs meet. ❱ Cut here, okay? Just do it, we'll-... ❰ her hands, having by now let go of his with shuddery flexed fingers, now shakily mimes the general gesture of reaching in and then up. god this is so disgusting, her throat's closing up a little, but she manages: ❱ Under, not through.

❰ but that's the extent of her participation for now. sorry, nick, she's scooting back a full foot and a half and burying her face into her knees for a corpse-free place to take a slow and leveling breath. muffled a little by her knees, she tacks on: ❱ Just make a hole, okay? We've got this.

Test Drive Meme # 1

two,

:D !!!

toldja i would