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

[gymnast]

[ While he has some familiar traits, Allison doesn't realize it's Isaac until he rolls over towards her and she can see his face. Her heart starts hammering in her chest at the sight of him, a mixture of excitement and the panic she's trying to push away. There's some guilt, too, because she shouldn't be excited; he went home and wasn't stuck in Asgard anymore and while home isn't exactly sunshine and rainbows, at least it's better than gods playing tricks on them all the time and fighting a war they shouldn't be fighting.

She shakes her head slightly, both to his question and to try to clear her head. She can worry about his return later; for now, they need to figure out where they are and how they can get out. ] I don't know. One of the gods must be messing with us. [ Her hand moves to her ankle to grab the knife she's generally got strapped there - just because it seems like it's just them and a corpse doesn't mean it'll stay that way - but it's not there.

Confused, Allison pulls up the leg of her jeans to find that the holder is missing as well. ] Whatever's going on, they didn't want me armed.

[freezerburned]

Maybe.

[But he can smell- well, the corpse, but also the hint of Allison's shampoo, the leather of her boots, and that's... disconcerting, when he's so used to not having his power anymore.

Despite what Allison remembers, Isaac can't really think of a time after Asgard. There is no after for him, just- this, now, and her and the body on the floor. He approaches it, crouches down a little near it, and picks up the paper to read the note.

There's a long pause, and he looks back up toward Allison, his shoulders tight.]

It says we've got to get a heart.

[gymnast]

What?

[ Her stomach is suddenly in her throat, twisting harshly, as she stands and makes her way over to him. She glances briefly at the corpse's face, relieved that she doesn't recognize the person but no less happy with the fact that someone's been killed, before her gaze drops to the note in Isaac's hands. She crouches down beside him, their shoulders nearly touching. ]

This has to be some kind of sick joke. We're not-- [ She looks towards the corpse again. ] We can't just cut him up, Isaac. There has to be another way out of here.

[freezerburned]

...maybe it's a metaphor?

[Though he's not sure how 'place a heart on the pedestal' could really be a metaphor, not with a dead guy in the room. Isaac turns to look at her, bumping their shoulders together slightly.]

I don't know. Let's, uh- let's try the door.

[It's going to be worse once he knows for sure that the door is locked, Isaac is well aware of that. But what other choice do they have?]

[gymnast]

[ The look she gives him at the suggestion makes it pretty clear that she doesn't believe it's a possibility, although the bumping of their shoulders together is comforting. A part of her wants to just put their surroundings and their situation on hold for a moment and hug him, revel in the fact that he's there with her again, but she knows they can't afford that.

Still, she's glad they're together again and she knows that they work well together. (She tries really hard not to think about when Scott died because of the ice giants because she can't afford to deal with those memories right now.)

She glances towards the door and then looks towards Isaac again, knowing that he's got a horrendous history with being locked in places. It takes her a moment or two before she nods, although she doesn't stand up right away. ]

Do you want me to do it? [ It probably won't matter if she checks it or if he does, but on the off chance it'll make it easier for him, she has to offer. ]