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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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[thom figures out pretty quickly that touching those... things that came out of the door with him is probably a pretty terrible idea, and to be entirely frank his abilities don't exactly lie down the right path of trying to take these things on with his bare hands anyway so he's mostly been trying to avoid them.

years of basketball training has managed to keep him more or less out of reach of their grasping tongues (??) but not everyone has been so quick or lucky.

he stops every time he finds someone that's injured, how could he not? mild scrapes and abrasions or. bigger issues. he has to do what he can. that's what a heroes for after all, right?] It's okay, I can help. [thom holds his hand just above the stranger's injury, waiting for permission to touch, and his hands are already burning with the need to fix fix fix that, make it healed, make it new.]

You're gonna be fine, just let me--

[Adam's not much of a fighter himself. He can protect himself sometimes, when necessary, but actually fighting? Not so much. So he's been trying to avoid these freaky, messed up monsters. Trying being the key word there.

He has, at least, not gotten dragged off and eaten alive, or whatever the hell they're trying to do. But he did get slammed pretty hard against the wall of one of the strange houses before he could get away, and his right arm is bruised and cut up. He's not unfamiliar with that sort of thing, but - it's not exactly pleasant. He's breathing hard still, having run as far and fast as he could, but a moment's reprieve is necessary.

Any offer from a stranger makes him wary, but he doesn't immediately pull his hand away.]

What are you doing?

[It's a polite request for information, not a frightened demand, though it is wavering on the edge a bit.]

[thom might still be a hero in training, but he's seen enough of people on the edge of panic in bad situations to recognize the signs. he works to keep his own tone calm and even when he answers the other boy.] I can, uh. Heal you. The cuts and the bruises, I mean.

All I have to do is touch you, I promise. [he wiggles his fingers a bit for emphasis, tries for a smile for adam and, to communicate across the idea that he's a professional who knows what he's doing.

oh where is his team, why couldn't they come through with him? he can't do this alone, he can't--] It won't even take long, it's easy.

Edited 2015-09-19 10:38 (UTC)

[It's the new place, the monsters, that are putting Adam so on edge. The people - well, he doesn't trust them, but mostly he's just been trying to stay alive and find his friends, or anyone he might recognize. So an unexpected offer of help, once it sinks in that that's what's going on here, is actually sort of comforting.

Not that it means he'll trust Thom immediately, but he doesn't look like a threat, at least. And not being a hideous monster trying to eat Adam goes a long way. He looks at Thom for a long moment, then nods, somewhat hesitantly.]

Okay. That would really help a lot.

[Healing at a touch - it would be a useful talent, Adam thinks. He's not so unused to people with powers these days, but it still always comes with a touch of disbelief.]

How does it work?

[thom's been accused of a lot of things over the past year, but somehow 'hideous monster' has never quite been one of them. give the gary coleman lookalike kid time, maybe. or if his dad found out the truth about... anything, really.

for now he's just thom though. healing screw up extraordinaire. the kid who when asked how his power even works can't really offer a satisfying answer.]

I don't really know, to be honest. [he says and then smiles awkwardly.] I'm kind of still learning. Basically I touch an injury or someone that's sick and my hands get really hot for a minute, and then when I pull them away again it's all better.

[a beat, and then:] Mostly. Really big things or lots of people can still sort of be a problem, I guess.

[Adam can't be too bothered by the non-answer he gets. He doesn't really know how his own magic works, and it's a lot less useful than healing. So all he can really do is summon up a thin smile in response. This guy seems more or less decent, if a little awkward, and Adam himself isn't the best with people either, though he fakes it pretty well.]

In a place like this, I'd say it's definitely useful, even if not for big things. You look like you've been able to stay mostly safe, though.

[Or maybe he just healed himself. Do his powers work on himself? Hm. Adam's interested, though partly as a distraction from the awfulness and monsters around him. Having something else to focus on really does help calm his racing heart and spiky nerves.

He holds out his arms.]

Thank you. Go ahead.

It's not that it doesn't work for big things. [thom tells adam almost idly as he lays his palms flat on the arm the boy offers out to him, letting his powers do their work.] Maybe it would be more accurate to say that they work too well?

It's just that bigger things have a bigger chance of sending me into a seizure or... [he pulls his hands away to reveal that adam's wound is cleared up good as new, and then takes advantage of his hands being free to scratch the side of his neck.] Or send other people nearby into a seizure and short out a power grid?

That was a whole children's burn ward in the hospital though, nothing like this. [and he waves vaguely at their surroundings, as if that's any sort of an answer.]

[Adam looks down at his arm. He's not surprised to see that it worked, not exactly, but he is - sort of impressed. These days he's pretty familiar with magic, but healing like that isn't something he's seen before, regardless of what down sides it might have.]

If it's that much bigger - well, I guess it's no surprise that it wouldn't be easy. You'd have to be pretty powerful to handle something on that scale without any effects.

[He touches his arm, inspecting it.]

That's really impressive. A whole children's burn ward, you said? Why did you try something like that?

[Not that it isn't admirable, but - well. It doesn't seem that smart.]

I... hadn't meant to? [thom's turning a little red at the compliment to his powers. he's still more or less getting a handle on them, but it's still nice to be told he's doing well, regardless.

the idea that his abilities could be considered powerful though was almost humorous. he couldn't even totally control when it came out yet, and he was basically useless on his own in a dangerous situation, outside of offering people healing support. he was trying though. that was honestly the best he could hope for right now.]

I got dropped into the ward and then kids just started touching me and-- [a shrug. it's not a moment he can really communicate well. his voice goes sort of low and quiet now.] She said it felt nice, to touch me.

Huh.

[So it's not entirely under his control. Adam knows how that can be. Still, he's grateful - his arm wasn't that bad, but anytime he doesn't have to spend days healing from some sort of injury is nice.]

Well, thank you. It feels a lot better.

[He really doesn't want to pry too much into someone else's life, even if he is curious - and he knows this isn't really a great time. Who knows when one of those monsters might show up again? Adam's not much of a fighter, and it doesn't seem like this guy is either.]

Maybe you should try to get somewhere safe, though. Well, safer, anyway.

[Robb--hasn't been having a good day, to say the least. Trying to outrun those things and their tongues will fuck with your entire day, really, even without having had to fight off and/or outrun giants before. He's quicker without armor weighing him down, but at the same time more vulnerable, so by the time Thom chances on him there's a trickle of blood down his arm coming from a rather nasty gash. The Smoker's gone--Robb had managed to fend it off--but now he's slumping against the wall, adrenaline fading and pain kicking in.

The stranger stops in front of him, tells him he can help, he can fix this, and Robb thinks, a little fuzzily, Sigyn. Or Heimdall. But--no, this is another world entirely. Things don't work the same way.]

What about you? You'll not end up taking them onto yourself, will you? [That was the ability he'd been given, waking up in Asgard. He hasn't used it much, doesn't know if it's still there. He hopes not.]

Will I-- what? [thom pulls his hand back for a moment, shooting robb a mildly perplexed look for his question before shaking his head.]

No, no, what? No, I don't... I mean. There's the seizures I guess? But I haven't had those in awhile, honest! [not that it mattered as much down here. nobody was driving, whether they had a license probation for medical reasons or not.

he inches his hand back towards the man's arm, fingers spanning out in front of him and already tingling faintly from the need to get on the injury.]

It's not even a bad cut, honestly. [thom assures him, and perspectively it's not. he's healed much worse with less practice. there's literally no way he can mess this up.

probably.] That sort of thing's not really going to take much out of me at all, I promise.

Edited 2015-09-19 14:12 (UTC)

[You see this face? This is the face of someone who does not believe you, but Robb lets out a slow breath. If he doesn't get this treated it's likely to get infected, and he'd really rather not deal with a fever and those--things.]

Do what you must, then. [He holds out his arm for Thom to take, wincing a little--it might not look bad, but it feels bad. Though that's probably also the part where he hasn't eaten since stumbling out into the city.]

[no one ever takes him seriously, it's fine, it's whatever. after all, just imagine the sort of stress thom would be under if people actually started relying on him for things, ammirite?

nevermind that being a hero is practically all he's ever wanted out of his life. nevermind that at all.]

Here, just-- [thom doesn't waste anymore time in pressing his hand down on the wound. his palms heat up on contact with the broken skin as his powers get to work on stitching it back together, and then because he really wasn't lying about the cut being a simple fix he lets his powers stretch out a bit further, following grey creeping tendrils through robb's body and... feeding energy into them, basically.

when thom finally pulls his hands away again, not only is the wound healed but robb will likely find himself feeling a touch stronger and more energetic as well.

thom smiles an accomplished smile as he looks over his work. look ma, no power outages!] There. That's better, right? You should, uh, probably eat something as soon as you can, but I stopped the whole body eating your own muscles thing for now at least.

[He feels that--that magic, is the best term he has for it, working its way into the cut, into sinews and nerves, feels the gnawing ache in his stomach just vanish, like it never was. The cut's gone too, not even a scar to mark where it was, and Robb sucks in a breath. The boy's right, he feels better. Much better. The hunger's going to kick back in at some point, he knows that, but for now it's gone and he can stand.]

It does feel better. [Is it weird he's actually kind of used to not eating very well in stressful times? It's probably weird.] That may be a little later than I'd like, I haven't seen any food around. [He glances around their surroundings, hoping he doesn't catch sight of one of those things again.] Though I've seen plenty of those creatures around.

[A pause, then:] What of you? I can't imagine it's been easy trying to evade those things.

[his hands shake slightly as he stands, but it's less like the warning signs of an oncoming seizure and more like being three cups of coffee into an all night study session at 3 am or something. the energy from his healing is coursing through his body like a live wire, but thankfully it all seems to be contained for now.

thom curls his hands into fists and uncurls them, again and again until the shaking stops.] Pretty sure I've mostly been lucky up til now. Though I guess I do a lot of running anyway.

[he shrugs, tucking his hands into his pockets almost sheepishly.] Healing anyone I come across that's hurt manages to give me some pretty nice energy boosts for awhile too. [makes him feel like he can run as fast as golden boy, even if it's just for a few minutes.

thankfully he hasn't managed to come across an injury bad enough to cross his threshold for staying conscious. he can't be sure how much longer that will keep though.]

[ Stupid, stupid, stupid. She was too slow, not precise enough, and now there's a large burn on her left leg where that thing got her.

They're gone now, whatever they were, bevayse Arya Stark, Arry, Mercy, whatever her name is - does not stop. Can't. There are still people in her prayer, and she needs to see them dead. Can't be killed by some monster.

She glares at the man trying to help her. She doesn't need a stupid boy. She can do this on her own, she's fine. She leans on Needle's hilt, struggling to stand. ]

I'm practically a woman grown! I'm not some lady who needs help from her prince. I'm strong, I am.

[oh god it's a tiny scarlett is thom's first thought when arya glares and snaps at him. not that her being tiny makes her in any way less intimidating than the full sized one of course, especially considering the fact that she's currently leaning on a sword of all things.

he is absolutely not equipped to handle this situation on his own, but he's going to have to anyway because she's hurt and if thom was the kind of guy who let a kid off in a situation like this just because she was a little mean to him then he might as well throw his ring away right now because he's never going to be a hero.]

What? Prince? Me? [that was pretty laughable to be honest, and if he didn't think laughing in this situation was pretty much the exact opposite of the right thing to do in this situation he might have. he wasn't golden boy after all. he didn't go around literally sweeping people off their feet or... whatever weird thing was going on between him and scarlett anyway.]

I-- of course you're strong, are you kidding me? If I had a burn like that I'd probably be crying like a baby. [none of the children in the burn ward had cried either, just quietly reached out to touch him until his whole body lit up like a super nova from the strain. this is one girl though, one burn. he can do this, he knows he can. he just has to convince her first.

it's a shame he's never been one for impressive speeches.] I just want to fix your burn, will you let me do that?

[ He's offering to heal her, but Arya knows that healing comes with a price. The world is a cruel cycle of give-and-take, and if you don't know that, then you're probably nothing more than some stupid lady who doesn't bother to leave her room, much less her castle.

Arya is no stupid lady. And it's obvious he's no prince. She's seen princes, and they're all puffed up and annoying. Good for nothing but tournaments. ]

Of course you're not a prince. You probably couldn't be a prince if you tried.

[ Damn right she's not crying. She's clinging to Needle with a white-knuckle grip, but she won't cry. A little burn isn't worth it. There are worse things. At least no one's been beheaded. ]

If you fix me, then what do I have to give you?

[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.

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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? ]

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Test Drive Meme # 1

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