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

[casperdisaster]

Y-you should have to.

[The protest comes out more like a weak, sick moan than the determination he was hoping to have. Gansey shouldn't have to cut a corpse open to get the heart out of it, and even that is only because Gansey took the time to try and calm Noah first. He can't stop shaking, even when he's as close to calm as he's going to get. He feels like he's got to throw up again but there's nothing in his stomach.]

[mintly]

Hush now, Noah. It'll be all right. The more quickly I manage this, the faster we'll be out of here and away from it, all right?

[his voice is soothing in noah's ear, his arm still snug around noah's chest. he's not going to let go until noah agrees, even though that means more time in the room with the corpse.]

[casperdisaster]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry-

[He can't even manage to say anything else. He should offer to do it, shouldn't let Gansey get his hands dirty, Gansey of all people, but even though he found the courage to jump on the stupid freak Nightmare that had come from the twisted ley line a corpse was beyond Noah's abilities.]

[mintly]

Shh. Shh, darling, just breathe. I can do it. You've had enough turns being brave.

[he turns noah gently in his arms, so that he's facing gansey instead of away, tucks noah's head into his neck and rocks him.]

[casperdisaster]

[Noah soaks up the attention, the caring, because Noah's gone too long being unnoticed to ever turn it away. He clings to Gansey's shirt, squeezing his eyes shut while he just tries to focus on the scent of Gansey's skin, the calming of the mint that has always signified safety since Noah became real again. He rocks against Gansey, he needs to let Gansey go to do his awful task since Noah can't but he also can't bring himself to let go of Gansey right now.

At least there's nothing else in the room with them to worry about aside from the very dead body.]

[mintly]

[gansey still isn't in love with the whole 'corpse in the room' deal, but at least there's nothing dangerous about it. he keeps rocking noah, occasionally murmuring comforting nothing-sounds in his ear and rubbing his back or running a hand through his hair. he can't really tell noah that it's okay, because the only okay thing about this situation is that neither of them is alone. his presence is really all gansey has at the moment, and that'll have to do.]

I've got you. Take all the time you need.

[casperdisaster]

There's not enough time for that.

[Noah's calm enough to crack a joke at least, curled up against Gansey and drinking in the comfort and attention. He can't imagine letting Gansey do this, but every time he thinks of doing it himself, every time he looks at the body he feels himself getting sick all over again.]

... If only I had my knife.

[It was sharp, unlike the letter opener.]

[mintly]

That would be helpful. But I think we've been deprived of our helpful things on purpose, because I had a whole bag of things on me that had best be on the other side of that door.

[a bag that he'd had with him when he'd accidentally made the ley line spit them out into a thusfar very unpleasant cave. well done, gansey.]

Are you going to manage if I let go? Once I start, my hands will be dirty...

[and he doesn't want to put them on noah, for obvious reasons.]

[casperdisaster]

[Noah's hoping his is also on the other side of that door. For one, his knife from Rook is in it. For another, so is his mason jar of vodka and berries and guess who really really needs that alcohol right now? This teenager.]

I'll be okay.

[That's the biggest lie he's ever told, especially with the way his voice cracks at the end, but they don't exactly have other options going on here. He presses a brief chaste kiss to Gansey's neck, right over his pulse, before he pulls away hopefully before Gansey can argue.]

[mintly]

All right.

[gansey knows it's a lie, he's not an idiot. but it has to be done. he resists the urge to reach out to noah again and instead begins stripping off his hoodie and the shirts underneath. this is going to be messy, and he doesn't want to ruin his shirts.]

I need you to hold these for me. Sit facing away with your head down between your knees, or better yet, lie down, and muffle your ears. I'll let you know when it's done.

[gansey is just going to make the relatively safe assumption that anyone who died via having their skull crushed in isn't going to do well hearing the noises of someone opening a body with a letter opener and rooting around inside.]

[casperdisaster]

[Yeah, he really really won't. He takes Gansey's hoodie and shirts, making himself sort of an improv pillow with them as he curls up against the wall facing away, pulling his Aglionby sweater off as well to muffle his other ear.

He's just got to think about something else, anything else, until Gansey is done. He especially should not think of how much of a coward he is for letting Gansey do this by himself.]