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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[There is two lessons Aymeric will be learning: one is to practice aiming better because he swore he threw those in the trash. And secondly, a woman being hit with those will make him feel extremely bad.

Facing Ishgardian nobles seems much easier at the moment when the woman holds out the accursed undergarments to him. And he's still red. LOOK, HE'S NOT LIKE SOME CRAZY PERVERT WHY WOULD HE KEEP THAT]

Ah, my apologies. I thought I had disposed of them.

[No more tickets for him now.]

[ She can't agree more about learning to aim better. That can keep a number of ridiculous things from happening. But she's been hit with far worse and she's fairly certain the underwear aren't for her so while she's somewhere between amused and annoyed, her ire is far more in check than if she had been the intended target all along.

She actually takes a little pity on him with how red he is. ]

Kind of missed by a mile if you were aiming for the trashcan.

[ Which was to say he was forgiven. ]

Mayhap I should work on that.

[As much as it embarrasses him, Aymeric will take that garment back and stuff it back in his armor. His next thought is to burn the thing once he's closer to a roaring fire but that will wait. The woman doesn't seem to be too angry at his mistake at least as he realizes that this is their first meeting. Even though he himself is new, Aymeric is always polite when it comes down to it.]

Are you also new to this place as well?

Might save another the embarrassment.

[ Not that she's embarrassed. Not much reason to it considering she wears a pair of barely there spats and impressively tight blouse with it. She tilts her head shrugging her left shoulder. ]

Mhm. I'd say it's a pleasure but I'm not pleased about being here.

[...well, she would fit in Eorzea with that look. Or at least in most places in the realm. Ishgard is a bit more stricter but it's been slowly changing. But despite the reaction of the underwear, the woman's outfit didn't seem to phase him so much. Go figure.]

Not under these circumstances.

[Now with that awkwardness out of the way, he bows to her.]

Forgive me for not introducing myself; my name is Aymeric.

[ Honestly, she's impressed by his lack of a once over. Most men can't seem to help themselves. It's kind of a thing that Lady finds refreshing. She might dress to be noticed, but there's a practical application to her outfit as well. ]

It's forgiven.

[ This time. ]

[ She dips her head in a nod meant to be both acknowledgement and greeting. ]

Lady.

Test Drive Meme #8

he's so sorry Lady

good he should be

sob

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