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

[hopecanruinyou]

[you couldn't be a prince if you tried, and thom wants to laugh because this girl's figured him out in less than a minute where thom himself is still wandering mostly blind and lost. he thought he knew what he was two months ago, three, but now?]

Give me? [he should probably stop repeating her every other word, that's probably a thing he should do. he shakes his head sharply instead.]

I don't want anything for it. That's not... that's not how this sort of thing works. [that's not what a hero does.] You're hurt, and I can heal you. And... and that's it basically.

[whichend]

[ But that is how these things work. Even Yoren had a price: he promised her passage if she kept her secret, if she became Arry, nothing more than 'boy.'

Maybe he just doesn't know what he wants yet. ]

Okay. [ She holds out her burn to him. ]

And...you're sure? Nothing at all? I can protect you, you know. Or kill for you. Or whatever. [ He could probably use some protection, if he doesn't understand that everything has a price. ]

[hopecanruinyou]

[thom doesn't waste any time putting his hands on her burn after she offers it to him, not wanting to run the risk of her changing her mind or anything.]

Um, no. No, that's okay. [he tries to assure her, even as his hands heat up against her skin, the warmth coursing up both his arms to settle deep in his chest like a promise.] I... don't really have anyone I'd need you to kill.

And it would be pretty silly for you to protect me when that's what I'm supposed to be doing for everyone else, right? [even if he didn't have the slightest idea how to do that on his own outside of what he was doing right now. fixing people up after the fact.

he really really needed to get a handle on these powers of his, honestly.]

[whichend]

[ She relaxes a little. The warmth from Thom's hand feels nice. She hasn't experienced warmth like that in a long while. No one's been gentle with her like that since Jon, and Jon was years ago. A lifetime ago. ]

I suppose. But who are you? Why are you doing this?

[ She's grateful, but she doesn't trust him. A brief look of fear crosses her face. What if he's not really helping her? What if this is some trap, some poison? The milk the kindly man gave her was sweet, but it blinded her all the same. Was this touch like that? ]