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dankmemes2015-09-17 07:18 pm
hadrielmods) wrote in dankmemes2015-09-17 07:18 pm
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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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[Actually, he probably would but that was beside the point. The body was too obvious. Sure, it was some twisted bullshit blatantly ripped out of a gore film, but there was no point to it. Someone took them here for a reason. So why drag them here and give them an obvious way out? It didn't make sense.
Or maybe Tony was just making this more complicated than it needed to be. That happened sometimes.] I'm just saying we should give it a shot.
If it doesn't work, then we can go Cannibal Holocaust on this guy. You'll even get first dibs.
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By all means.
[He gestured at the pedestal.]
It's your body to mess around with.
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[Tony pushed off the wall he was leaning against and past Steve to the podium. Alright, so they wanted a heart and he'd give them... not really a heart, no. But he'd give them something. Maybe it would work.
Probably not.He pulled the band shirt and long sleeved shirt he'd been wearing over his head and revealed the Arc Reactor in his chest. He looked from the reactor to pedestal. Alright, he could do this. He used to take this out all time a year ago, he could do it again.
He glanced back at Rogers and gave him a smile.] Don't worry, I know what I'm doing.
[He twisted the Arc Reactor and it came out with soft click and a slight jerk of his body. He had a few seconds, maybe a little over a minute, tops before he'd start to go into cardiac arrest. He had to do this quick. He placed the reactor atop the pedestal and waited.
...nothing happened.
Well, crap.]
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You'll beat me to it.
[Yeah, yeah, pick on his age. Get a new schtick, Tony. Talk about beating a dead horse. He was old. He got it. Coffee shouldn't cost five bucks and women shouldn't wear... whatever they were obviously not wearing to beaches.
Tony took his shirts off, then went to the pedestal, giving Steve reassurance that Steve was pretty sure was actually meant for Stark himself.]
Try not to blow us up.
[He flinched at the sound of the reactor coming out of the other man's chest, watching with the edge of his nose wrinkling up. Eww, Tony. That was so unsanitary. Then-- nothing.]
Put it back in before I have two corpses to pick from.
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He glanced back at the Arc Reactor glowing on the pedestal. Well, they didn't blow up, and nothing in the room had changed. At least that was plus? Then again, absolutely nothing had happened and they were still stuck here with a dead guy.
Fun.
Tony dead-eyed Steve as he made the comment about having a second body. He'd have snapped back with one of his own, but the sudden pain in his chest was a reminder that maybe he should actually listen to Cap for once. He picked up the reactor and slipped it back into place with a click and sharp breath. Life was fun when your life depended on a permanent night-light being installed in your chest.]
So we're moving on to plan two? [Don't mind him putting his shirts back on.] You can be in charge of the cutting.
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An annoying jerk of a friend. And a comrade in arms. Another soldier who'd earned Steve's respect, albeit slowly and after what was likely a huge show of self sacrifice that he might not have expected from anyone else.
He had no idea what it was about Starks that rubbed him the wrong way off the bat. Probably privilege and means when he'd grown up... well, the way he'd grown up.
Still, he breathed easier when he heard that click and breath, when he heard the snarky little comment that told him everything, so far, was okay. Which, of course, had him looking at the corpse with a wrinkled nose. It wasn't the first dead body he'd seen. Hell, he'd left a trail of his own, all justified in his mind because of their own actions. This? He had no idea who this guy had been or what he'd done to deserve being tossed in a room to be used as some sick piece to a sicker puzzle. A heavy sigh, then he went over and gently lifted the shirt, as if the body could somehow still feel what he was doing.]
I hope you didn't have anything to eat before this.
[He hefted the letter opener again, offering a silent apology to the unknown body.]
You might want to turn away, Stark.
[And in this, he wouldn't hold it against him.]
sorry this is late orz
He watched Steve as he lifted their dead friend's shirt. Oh, he'd seen plenty of dead bodies before, but it was rare for him to see them this close. These days, there was usually a suit of armor between himself and the deceased. Apparently not today, though.
A part of him wanted to take the letter opener from Steve and do this himself. This wasn't some self-sacrificing thing Steve had to do alone. Granted, the guy was a sanctimonious ass at times, but nobody should have to reenact the Temple of Doom Heart Scene by themselves.]
Don't worry about me, I'll keep looking. [No. No, he wouldn't.] Think of me as your... emotional support.
10 points from Ravenclaw
Taking a breath, he moved to unbutton his shirt, rolling up the sleeve as he fought down the nausea of what he was going to have to do.
It was easier to snark back at Stark then to let himself think about this too much.]
Support's supposed to actually support you, isn't it?
[Letter opener in hand, he made a quick stab into the body, under the ribs and into the flesh. He could only hope he didn't perforate a bowel or anything to add to the slightly sweet scent of decay he could pick up.]
Re: 10 points from Ravenclaw
[Oh, no he wasn't. No, no no. The stench of decay hit his nose and he had to stop himself from gagging right then and there. Okay, maybe he wasn't the right kind of support for this. Maybe he was just going to observe and give a few pointers to Cap for this.
Tony was usually one to get his hands dirty, but this was something entirely different. Oil and mortor fluid? Easy. Blood and decaying flesh? No so much.
He wasn't going to puke. Not in front of Captain America. And if he had to swallow down some bile that had come up, well... could you blame him?]
You know what you're doing?
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[Art, Tony. Steve was an artist and he'd learned about the human form long before he'd become a peak representation for it. He steeled himself, feeling the cold and clammy sensation of wet organs and fluids that were no longer doing what they should have been. The wet was slimy, congealed, which he wasn't sure was a blessing or not. He looked at the dead man's face instead of the gaping hole in his chest that he had his hand in, searching upwards with each push until... Yep, that was a heart.
It was next to impossible to carefully rip someone's heart out of their chest, but Steve did his best. Careful tugs to disconnect the heart from the arteries, then he cradled it in his hand, protecting it from anything it might scrape against as he moved to pull it out.
And there it was. A glistening lump of flesh that used to be what powered the human body. He pulled the shirt back down over the body, covering up what he'd done before he stood and moved over to the pedestal. The only thing he could hope at this point was that Tony didn't make some wise-ass remark.]