Test Drive Meme #8

[hadrielmods]

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!]

Comments

[wasntpersonal]

There once had been a time where such a question could have been answered with ease. Even with bright, innocent Matthew. He could have lied or side-stepped it. Saying something about having business with their father. But hearing it asked by such a trusting soul caused an uncomfortable twinge in his recently regrown heart. An uncomfortable twist of guilt and regret in the pit of his stomach. At the time, he hadn't known the boys, he'd barely known their father. Just another mark. Another job. But he'd come to know the boys, in a way. He'd come to know their friends, the town they called home. It was all different, now.

After too long of a pause, he finally said, "I am a friend of Blue's. Well, her mother." It was as close to the truth as he was willing to admit at the moment. Maura was why he'd stayed long enough to know any of them, so it was something like the truth.

[dreamkid]

Matthew just hovered, waiting for the end of the too-long pause, neither moving closer nor further away. The silence would have made either of his brothers suspicious, but he wasn't made of all the same stuff as them. And then--

"Oh." The explanation satisfied him perfectly. He knew Blue from their visits to Cabeswater, of course, and liked her, but they weren't so close that he'd expect to know everyone who knew her, and especially not everyone who knew (or might be dating) her mom. But she and Ronan were close, in that very specific, meaningful way that Ronan let people get close to him.

So the Gray Man's explanation made sense and Matthew relaxed somewhat, as much as he could in an unfamiliar cave infested with flesh-eating creatures.

"Okay," he repeated. "Let's look for him. Maybe he's here, maybe-- he knows what's going on."

Ronan, in Matthew's eyes, often if not always had the answers.

[wasntpersonal]

It was better this way. Matthew didn't need to know that the man beside him was the reason for Declan's broken face. For the gun in his car. For Ronan's nightmares. The reason the three of them no longer had a father, couldn't speak to their mother, weren't allowed to return home. Indirectly. Most of it was at Greenmantle's will, or written into Niall's. He was himself only an instrument, or so he kept telling himself. But he couldn't tell Matthew even a word of that. Ronan deserved something unspoiled in his life.

If he'd known Matthew had been there the day he'd taken the puzzle box from The Barns, he would be wondering why the boy didn't recognize him. But even the hitman's keen eyes had missed the boys, distracted by the woman walled up in a room full of strange things. Dream things.

Somehow, he wasn't at all surprised or skeptical over the notion of Ronan possibly being somewhere nearby. The last time he was in a cave, he practically landed on top of Blue, Maura, and a man who had been personally involved with Gansey's king. Who just so happened to be Blue's father. It was hard to be surprised after things like that.

"I doubt he'd be very forthcoming, but yes. Let's try to find him." He jerked his head down the way he'd come, before heading that way.