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

[outermirrors]

She could have asked if he was Yakuza? Would that have been better? And don't knock the three-piece suits, they look really good on the right person. She raises an eyebrow at him when he answers. He is aware that was really vague and completely unhelpful right?

He isn't wrong she would keep asking. It's the sort of comment that would grab her attention and make her want to know. You can't just dangle half information like that in front of her and expect her to leave it hanging so completely. It was like ignoring a piece of ripe fruit on a low hanging branch. It just wasn't something you did.

"So you were a hired thug." Someone clearly doesn't seem all that impressed with him at present. He could have just said he was a hired thug. Maybe he should have just left it at not exactly, at least the mystery would have been somewhat impressive.

So sorry she doesn't just lay down and take it. She doesn't know him and he hasn't done much to engender any form of trust, why should she just do what he says without question?

At the top of the stairs she hangs back. He's the one with the gun he may as well be the first to go through the window. When he doesn't end up screaming in pain Ai takes that to mean he's fine and it's safe for her climb through herself. All she sees when she does is peeling wallpaper and torn carpet. And more trash, bits of paper littering the floor. "Now what?"

[torrefied]

The laugh that curls out of his mouth this time is audible. The idea of him being a hired thug is absurd. "Hardly," he says. "More like the other way around. I didn't hire them the way you're thinking, but they had what I wanted, and I made myself invaluable to them in return for what they could provide for me." He's more than capable of violence, and he had killed a man as a demonstration of his abilities. But the way she says hired thug sounds like he earns a paycheck by breaking kneecaps or something equally pedestrian. No, what Mello did for the Rod and his crew was provide guidance, ideas, strategies. His brain was far more valuable than any potential displays of brute force.

"Now," he says, "we make an analysis and devise a strategy." There isn't much of note inside the building - they seem to be alone, an idea reinforced by the abandoned state of the room they're in. Mello glances back over his shoulder at her. "Unless, of course, you have a better idea?" He's fairly certain she won't.

[outermirrors]

Maybe he should be more particular in his word choices then. There are so many ways that statement could be taken, how else was she supposed to take it. And her pout is all over her face. There's a sound she doesn't like hearing at her expense. She's heard it plenty of times to know it for what it is at first sound. But really that's exactly what she thinks. She hasn't seen anything yet that makes her think he's anymore than your average person with dreams of grandeur. "You seem pretty average for someone so invaluable." She's certain she'd be a lot more impressed with him if he were as important to the Mafia as he claims.

"We?" He's actually going to let her participate? Color her amazed considering every word and deed to this point. She wanders the room a moment, hands cupping her elbows as she goes, turning at the snide remark. "Hiding seems like a good idea for the moment." Fine Mello she'll let you wear the pants for the moment. She's selfish but she's not that selfish.

[torrefied]

He almost laughs again at the idea of him seeming average to anyone. As if she could make an accurate assessment of his character based on their limited interaction thus far. Well, if that's what she wants to think, that's fine. Despite the facade he's constructed with the way he looks, people still tend to overlook and underestimate his abilities, and a lot of the time, being underestimated more than suits his purposes.

"Wise men don't wear nametags," he says, a note of amusement making its way into his tone. "The more people talk about their own skills, the more desperate they are. Their work should be able to speak for itself." Almost the exact words he'd written down mere days earlier, part of documenting a story L told him many years ago. Well - that's finished, and it's not what's currently important.

Satisfied that the room offers no immediate threat, Mello turns his back to one of the empty walls and slides to sit on the floor in a crouch. Rest isn't an entirely bad idea at this juncture. "We won't be able to hide forever," he says, "but this place looks safe enough for now." He's confident he'll be able to cobble together a plan from here.

[outermirrors]

He'd be surprised what hidden talents lie behind a pretty face like hers. She might not be genius levels of intelligent but she has common sense enough to keep her alive. And she's developed certain skills over the years in order to keep herself safe and emotionally intact. One of them is developing a quick and usually pretty accurate idea of anyone over the course of a conversation. So far he is not scoring well.

"I'm reserving judgment on the wise part here." She doesn't believe you and she also doesn't have any examples of his own work to judge from. All she has is the now and so far he's been rude on top of demeaning on top of rude. Not exactly a pretty representation of himself he's painting here.

She finds a crate and flips it over to sit on and props her elbow on her knee as she drops her chin into her hand. And he thought she'd have nothing of value to offer. "You don't get anywhere by hiding long term." She did that for so long and things only go worse. Hiding was meant to allow her to process and sort through what's happened so far. Catch her breath and put things in their appropriate boxes rather than react rashly and do something she might regret. Because Mello definitely isn't Yu and if he's willing to threaten her with a gun he isn't about to go running after her if she runs off all pissed off. "I'm so glad to hear you approve."