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

[mintly]

[there's gelato in that store, and there's pizza. there's probably other things too, but gansey figures that between pizza and gelato their basic needs are met. except for how their basic needs are being kept from them by some beautiful looking glass that he's strangely reluctant to break.]

...wait, you can pick locks?

[sorry, noah, he totally didn't mean to sneak right up behind you like that. blame the boat shoes and their soft soles.]

[casperdisaster]

Aaah!

[This prompts a shout, a jump, and a falling against Gansey mostly. Noah blinks, looks up at his new, uh, post to rest on basically.]

Um... don't they like... jimmy locks with credit cards? I know I've seen it on TV...

[he knows he doesn't have any cards on him but he was hoping for something that would have the same effect.]

[mintly]

[gansey catches noah, as he's prone to doing, arms looping loosely around his body until he's sure noah isn't going to fall over from jumping out of his skin.]

There's some kind of locks you can do that with, I think? Or maybe it's just a TV thing.

[either way, he reaches into his back pocket, takes out his wallet, and hands noah, of all things, a library card. it's been sturdily laminated, signed with gansey's name in a child's shaky cursive. that, at least, won't snap like a real card might.]

[casperdisaster]

Oh! Thank you!

[He probably could have used his knife, too, but he tends to forget he has it unless someone's life (other than his own) is actively in danger. Noah hasn't actually picked any locks before so he's mostly flying blind here, but he'll give a good attempt at it. He's seen it on TV plenty of times.]

[mintly]

Of course.

[gansey squats down beside him, watching to see what noah does, even if it's just copying the questionable practices of television reality. who knows, maybe it'll work.]

[casperdisaster]

[Maybe in some other world it would work. In a world where Noah had more practice at being an actual delinquent instead of just kind of a shitty teenager with too much money and too little consequences and too many bad influences. He does make a good attempt though, he knows it has something to do with sliding the card in and wiggling the handle somehow...?

The door refuses to budge. It's also entirely possible that the door isn't locked in such a way that this would have worked even if Noah knew what he was doing.

After a few fruitless minutes, he hands the (thankfully undamaged) library card back with a sad sigh.]

Well I'm out of ideas.