dankmemes | Test Drive Meme #8

Welcome to Hadriel's 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 April 24th, and apps are open May 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, either through handwaving or through a shared mental experience while coming through the Door!

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: DEAD FLESH BUFFET
[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 lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect chance to swarm around you and chow down. This time, the Door has brought in a group of rotfiends, from the video game The Witcher.

These unpleasant-looking creatures are necrophages, meaning they feed on the flesh of the dead, and if that flesh is in short supply they are happy to add to it. Normally found in groups, they are fast and difficult to corner. What's more, when on the verge of death, they have an annoying tendency to explode into a flammable cloud of poisonous toxins. You left your torch at home, right?]

R A G E
SCENARIO TWO: MMM WHATCHA SAY
[There you were, just walking along the street, minding your own business like a good underground hell-city citizen, when all of a sudden you saw someone. It was like love at first sight - if by 'love' you mean 'deep burning hatred'. You've never wanted to kill someone so much, and why? Well, you're not really sure, but there's probably a reason! You'll just have to figure it out. Or not. Who needs a reason for murder, anyway?

Or maybe you're the one someone else has targeted. Maybe you know they're after you and you're desperately trying to watch your back. Why do they hate you? You don't even know them. Or maybe you do, maybe they're your best friend. Either way, this is a super awkward situation, and someone might end up dead. Hopefully not you!

This is a mini version of our Assassin event this month!]

H O P E

SCENARIO THREE: SCRATCH OFF
[This morning, you received a scratch ticket in the mail (who knew Hadriel even had mail?), addressed to you. The instructions are clear enough - scratch off three matching icons, and you win a prize! Sure, okay. But here's the grand prize: a one-way ticket home.

Unfortunately, try as you might, you aren't gonna win that one, but keep hoping! And hey, just think of all the other GREAT PRIZES you could win: an inflatable duck, a plastic ring to give your sweetheart, an empty can of Red Bull, a cell phone charm shaped like a strange green creature with a boner.

So what if you didn't win that ticket home? You got something almost as good: a shitty prize! Thanks, Hope!]

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☢ R A G E

Stop.

[ Shitshitshit, Jack is thinking; accordingly, she follows up with a silent apology to her now-abandoned swear jar.

Oddly, whoever this person is, she isn't itching to send them flying halfway across town.

It's growth or maturity, some boring thing like that. She'll consider it later with the same half-minded thumbing that a person might utilise when prodded a toothless cavern with their tongue. Like, oh, things aren't what they used to be, here's the proof. Signed, dated, stamped, sealed.

Oh, right. Crazed attacker. The blue glow of active biotics surrounds Jack, making the air around her form swim and flicker.

Whatever the threat it, she's certainly not going to run. She'll look it straight in the eyes. ]

Look around, asswipe. We're surrounded by buildings I could smear you on.

[ She's shit talking. ... It's true, but it's not a threat she's eager to make good on. Yet. ]

☢ H O P E

Ughhhh.

[ Trailing off into a truly histrionic groan, Jack tips the Red Bull can upside down, trying to upend any remaining droplets of liquid.

Nothing. Shit.

With a flick of her fingers, she tosses the can over her shoulder...

...where it promptly hits your character in the back of the head. :D ]

Edited 2016-04-21 12:29 (UTC)

[ Close, so close.

Despite being turned slightly to the side, he must have caught motion out of the corner of his eye. His hand snapped up, preternaturally fast to catch the can, enfolding it within long fingers.

Rather than appeared perturbed by the unintentional projectile, he turned with a smirk. ]

Got your 'Hopes' up did it?

[ Oh.

He's hot.

Jack's immediately suspicious, because damn, but manages to play it off as her usual guyish posturing, a wit bordering on unkind. ]

Yeah, guess so.

[ She starts to consider apologizing, but never gets anywhere toward actually saying it. Instead, she just kind of... glowers patiently. So, nothing like apologizing then! ]

[ Eh, she lucked out. Lucifer didn't give much of a damn about apologies. He'd heard the full range of apologies and groveling from damned souls. He was practically immune.

Self confidence and self possession, such as what she displayed now, was infinitely more interesting.

Flipping the can in his hand, he casually tossed it aside, brilliant smile still in place. ]

Only to have them dashed at the last minute; so like Hope isn't it. [ That was more a rhetorical question than an actual question. ]

Should you be used to that sort of manipulation from this place or are you a new arrival?

[It's a familiar voice, although the anger in it is unusual. She might have said disconcerting of she were an organic. Not that the anger was there, that was fairly typical. The confusing part was where it was directed. As far as EDI can tell, she's the only other person here, so it must have been directed at her.

Why, is the actual mystery. Lashing out at anyone in an attempt to console herself after the strangest abduction encountered (and that's saying quite a bit after the Collectors)?]

I hardly believe that of necessary, Jack.

( If Jack wasn't looking to throw Miranda across town it probably wouldn't take long before that changed. They were not the right people to put in a crisis together. Not just the two of them, but here they were. Kidnapped. Stuck. Nice )

You could try.

( There's a highly amused tone to Miranda's baiting. Shepard isn't around to break them up this time, and testing out that threat one time - seeing whether Jack really could do it, or if she could stop her, would be interesting )

Test Drive Meme #8

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Rage because we all knew it was only a matter of time, Jack

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