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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Noah looks around for Doctor Banner, but the clinic seems bereft of him at the time being. At least Noah knows where the bandages are and has taken lessons on how to properly apply them. It's awkward with one hand, but at least it also isn't stitches. Noah practically fainted at the very idea of them.

Noah isn't distracted by the light against the surface, he can see what's going on under the water.

"Yeah. She's been staying with us. She's safe. Or was an hour ago when I saw her last. Um, maybe don't tell her mom she's staying with a bunch of boys though."

Noah doesn't want to get her into trouble, and for all he knows Maura Sargent is here too.

[ooc: oh shit I mis-remembered. It was Jesse Dittley that stopped at the farm, not Mr. Gray. Whups. ]

Without word, The Gray Man took the bandages from Noah's hand and started applying them. His hands were firm and sure, knowing exactly what to do. Not from lessons but far too many self applications. At least he didn't need to demonstrate that he also knew how to apply stitches. But he was troubled by the notion that a ghost even needed bandages. Something wasn't right with this.

"Her secret is safe with me," he said with a small smile. "But only if you share yours with me." He smoothed his thumb over the bandage, making sure it was secure. The words were an invitation, not a threat. He wanted to tread carefully as bluntly asking why the boy wasn't dead anymore could be something of a loaded question.

[ooc: Eh, technicalities. NO ONE SAW ANYTHING]

Noah stares at the space the bandages were a moment before but he's too docile a boy to even complain about being taken care of. He likes being noticed and people caring enough to help him, there's no pride to get in the way of that. He's good at holding still while Mr. Gray works.

"I know a lot of secrets," Noah says mildly "I'm not sure which I'd call mine though."

The being alive thing, maybe. Mr. Gray was there when He was hanging out in Blue's front yard with her.

"It's... an effect of this place. I guess. Bodies for everyone."

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