dankmemes | Test Drive Meme # 1

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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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[ scenario 1 ]

[ she can hear the monsters, just around the corner. Cashmere's already had the pleasure of watching someone get roughed up by one. she thinks they got away, but didn't stick around to find out what was going to happen next. she's still undecided if it would be worse to be eaten alive or to turn out like one of them, but death is starting to look more enticing as the day goes on. plus: she's already dead at home. so why does it matter?

right now, she's pressed herself up against the wall, hoping if she doesn't move or breathe too loud the terrifying thing won't notice her. she'll give it a few minutes and then try to take off in the opposite direction at full speed, but not while she hears them moving around.

the Stay Quiet plan is abandoned when she hears someone approach from her other side. ]

Psst. Hey. Stop.

[ she keeps her voice as low as she can, but she's also not about to risk this newcomer wandering straight into harm's way. mostly because it would also put her in harm's way. ]

[ scenario 3 ]

[ this is not really a good look for Cashmere. her hands and forearms are stained with blood from an earlier run-in with a monster that she has yet to find the words to properly describe. she's going with mutt but it doesn't look like anything she's seen before. her hair's been tied back into a ponytail, and that's starting to look worse for wear too. she needs new clothes and a shower, but both of those are concerns for later now that she's spotted the food that's just a pane a glass away.

she's disappointed but not surprised to find the door locked, giving it an angry kick for good measure. the only way to the food is through the window, it seems, and she raps her knuckles against it. not too thick - she could break it easily enough. the possibility of the windows somehow being alarmed occurs to her, which is less of a concern of drawing the attention of the shop owner than it is a concern of drawing the attention of another monster.

well, fuck it. Cashmere's just going to put her fist through the window unless someone stops her. ]

Edited 2015-09-20 19:21 (UTC)

[Steve's been trying to take stock of the area, make a mental layout. Find exists, if he can, and maybe a central location to hole up in with survivors. If he can find any. He's passed a lot of bodies, broken and ripped beyond repair, and he's done his own share of breaking when the... whatever the hell they were decided they'd found another plaything. He was happy to teach them otherwise, not that it was a lesson they learned for long before they stopped twitching.

He was continuing down smaller alleys, figuring it was less likely he'd come across a pack he couldn't handle than being out in the open. He'd cut through one and was going to round a corner when he heard a quiet voice. A hissed whisper, making him turn to find the source. A young blonde woman, looking half terrified -- and vulnerable.

He changed direction, moving over to the wall to flatten himself against it, looking her over to see if she was injured beyond whatever trauma she might have seen here.]

Are you okay?

Oh yeah, just out for a stroll. [ the sass is unnecessary, and she does appreciate that of all the people who could have wandered by, she lucked out and it happened to be a very large, strong looking man. maybe things will be okay after all. her tone softens. ] I'm fine. [ so far, nothing she can't handle as long as she can keep avoiding the tentacle-mutts. ]

There's - you know. [ she nods towards the alley entrance. ] Out there.

[ hopefully he gets her drift. between the two of them, she imagines they could probably take down one, maybe two. she's fast and strong compared to the average person but alone she'd be in for more than she bargained for. if he's agreeable to it, she's also totally cool with running the opposite direction as fast as humanly possible.]

[He can hear them, and appreciate the instant snark over panic. He's been around Tony, and his dad, far too long for that to be offensive or unusual by now. And Natasha. Lemme tell you about sassy redheads, Cashmere...

But yes, he gleans on to what she's gesturing at, trying to sort out the noises from each other.]

You know how many?

[If she didn't, he'd have to peek, which would mean switching spots with her. Hope she didn't mind being a little close to some strange guy with a shield.]

[ oh, good. because there will be no apologies for her sarcasm, but if they're lucky they might get a chance to exchange pleasantries later. perhaps there could even be food involved, but she won't get her hopes up as there seems to be very little of anything useful to be found. ]

No. [ she shakes her head. ] Three if they're the ones I saw earlier. [ there's enough noise to indicate that there's more than one but beyond that it's just noise and she can't distinguish one from the other. ] You want to try and take them? [ if that's what you really want... ]

[It would make things safer if there were less of them around, and if there were only three...]

Just wait here a second, ma'am.

[Shield on his arm, Steve moved to poke his head around the corner, seeing four now, not three, and deciding those were doable odds.]

I'll be right back.

[With a (hopefully) reassuring smile, he headed out around the corner, sending his shield flying into one and watching it ricochet off a column into the head of another before sailing back at him. Two down, two to go. Easy as apple pie. Feel free to watch, Cashmere. This would be over soon.]

Uh - [ but before she can finish that thought (which goes something like what are you doing are you insane) he's gone.

and perhaps against her better judgement, she follows, keeping close to the wall so she can peek around the corner, and then move fully from behind the safety of the wall as it's immediately evident that she has little to worry about with him around.

for a victor, this is fascinating - she's seen and trained some of Panem's best (and been Panem's best, as she'd like people to note) but she's never seen anyone use a shield like that. well, she'll just let him finish. ]

Damn. [ what else is there to say? ]

[He flicks a bit of monster tentacle off his shield, glad for whatever Tony had put on it that made it non-stick for things like blood, guts, and whatever else he might have to throw it through. He looked up and gave her another smile, this one more solid in its reassurance.]

Just doing my part to make this place a bit safer, ma'am. It's safe to come out.

[ she has to smile back. he's got a nice smile and there's something about that bit of humbleness that's endearing. ] You can call me Cashmere. [ she doesn't think that anyone in her life has ever called her ma'am. ]

And thanks, i would have been a snack if it wasn't for you. I owe you.

No thanks necessary. We're both stuck here, it seems, and it'd be a shame to lose a potential conversation partner and be stuck with those... whatever they are.

[Gross is what they were, okay? Tentacle tongues? That's just unhygienic. But he lifts his shield to hook it onto his back again, then comes over, giving her a nod at the name.]

Steve Rogers. I don't know about you, but I think getting somewhere safe is probably a good plan.

[ so gross. even if they manage to kill every single one in the city they're still going to haunt her dreams. ugh. ]

I'm with you on that one. [ she turns and gestures behind them. ] I came from that way. Not a lot going on, but not much to see either. But something tells me anywhere I go with you is someplace safe.

I'll do my best to try to keep it that way.

[He'd marked her as a civilian, planned on keeping her in his line of sight until he could get her somewhere out of the combat zone. Somewhere they could barricade or lock down and keep safe.]

If you're game for it, we can try up ahead. Keep going until we find something better?

[ oh Steve, bless your heart. she usually has a good deal of confidence in her ability to protect herself but she's more than a little out of her element here. if he wants to watch her back, she won't say no. ]

Deal. [ and she walks off, confident that he'll follow close behind. ] So where'd you learn how to use your shield like that?

[He hadn't expected her to take the lead, but he'd stay close, in case something came at them from either side. The question took him a little off guard. It wasn't one he'd really had asked before and he gave her a half-shrug.]

Practice. Usage. It just sort of... happened, I guess.

Natural talent, then. Impressive. [ she means that truthfully. a lot of people couldn't find their way out of a paper bag, much less handle a pack of mutts as though they were nothing.

and she's just going to keep asking questions unless he tells her not to. ]

Are you from here, then? Wherever here is.

Yes and no.

[What he did was just Steve, but the power behind it came from that singular experiment. He'd had the will before, but not the power. Now? He was practically unstoppable. Or... so he liked to think.

That had him letting out a short laugh, shaking his head.]

Not even close. Not unless 'here' is some subterranean nightmare in my world, but... those creepy crawlies are giving me thoughts that we might be in a different 'realm', as a friend of mine would say.

[ so it is a bit like the hotel, then. different people from different worlds, dropped in together and left to figure it all out. she's more relieved than she expected to be about that. then again, there's always the possibility that he's lying, that this is an attempt to get her to let her guard down and then he'll - do what? she can't think of a reasonable motive after saving her from the creepy crawlies (as he put it). it's much more likely that he's an unlucky and unwilling participant like she is.]

Good. Not good that you're here. Good that I'm not the only one wondering how I got here. [ and different realms sounds spot on. after all, this isn't the first time it's happened to her. ] Is your friend here too?

Not that I've seen, but... if he's here, I'm sure we'll find him eventually. Just... keep an eye out for any lightning.

[No, that wasn't at all vague or kind of weird. Just, don't ask, Cashmere. He didn't want to have to try to explain Asgardians and their supposed godhood.]

[ o..okay? lightning? she shoots him a quizzical look but decides not to open that particular can of worms. ]

I'll keep my fingers crossed. I think we're going to need all the friends we can get here. [ which probably means not just letting other people get ripped to bits by mutts. why is it that she always regrets doing nice things? ]

It's weird how empty this place is, isn't it? All these buildings but no one in them.

[She'd get it if she saw Thor in action. It had impressed him the first time, even if he'd been a bit too busy at the time to truly appreciate it.

But she was right and he just hoped that whoever they came across outside of the pair of them could be trusted. Or, hopefully, useful in keeping each other safe.]

Feels abandoned, but with those... things around, I can't exactly say I'm surprised. Maybe they were the previous tenants.

Ugh. [ she doesn't want to linger on that thought, that this city was once filled with people like her and Steve, and something turned them into more monster than human. she'd rather be dead than be turned into that. ] I'd say it was sad but it's actually just disgusting.

Somebody had to make them like that. Probably the people who brought us here. I guess the next question is are we food, or are they looking to repopulate. [ she might be a liiittle paranoid and bitter. Cashmere smirks at him. ] You'd be some sort of super strong creepy crawly. On the bright side they'd probably make you president. [ dark humor is the best way to handle this terrible situation, right? ]

I'd make a horrible president. I've never been great with politics.

[Too wrapped up in 'the right thing to do' to actually be able to do the wrong thing sometimes, even when needed. But he gives her a sideways grin to hide the fact that the idea of himself becoming one of those things was... worrying. They weren't exactly babies with candy and if he turned into one? He could only imagine the damage he'd wreak.]

Whatever the expectation is, I don't plan on being food or winding up as one of those things. I say we make our own game plan.

Hmm. [ she takes a moment to consider that, or really, she takes a moment to pretend that she actually needs to consider the suggestion. Cash can't help taking a glance around them, looking for the hidden cameras that (probably) aren't there. this might not be the games but it's clearly someone's idea of a game, and she'd be an idiot to not make an alliance. especially with a guy like Steve. ] All right. We'll stick together, find some other people and figure this place out. You mentioned someplace safe - is there a specific place in mind or is that wishful thinking?

[ for the record, she would be a great president. mostly because the majority of her morals fall into a grey area and most of her niceness is calculated. ~~also she has great hair and loves lying.~~ ]

[Steve, of course, isn't thinking about how handy she can be to him, but how she's someone that needs to be kept safe. American or not, or wherever she came from, she's an innocent party and doesn't deserve to be dragged into this sick game. A soft shrug and apologetic smile at the question.]

Wishful thinking, but one of these buildings has to be safe enough to barricade. Make a home base, of sorts.

[ if she knew him well enough, she'd say Steve was too nice. there's a benefit to being selfish, but there's a benefit to doing it his way, too. even if she can't see it.]

That I can handle. [ she wishes she had a weapon. she'd feel more useful. maybe they'll find something that passes for one wherever they decide to hole up. ] I can help. I'm stronger than I look. [ he can take that at face value, or as her trying to save face and be brave. it is true, though. ]

Cashmere | The Hunger Games + crau from checking in

1 (and hello again >>)

hiiiii

Let me start off by finding exists instead of exits. We can just think our way out. >|

best way to beat psychological horrors, tbh

I THINK THEREFORE YOU'RE NOT. NYAH NYAH.

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