Test Drive Meme #9

[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 May 24th, and apps are open June 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:
I'VE SEEN ENOUGH HENTAI TO KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING
[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 malboro, from the Final Fantasy video game series.

These plant-like monsters are essentially comprised of long, tentacle-esque stalks- sometimes with eyes on the ends- and large, gaping mouths. Their breath can be poisonous and literally make you sick to your stomach, and- just your luck- they're carnivorous. Happy hunting!]


C O M B I N A T I O N

SCENARIO TWO: DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME
[You're so tired- at least you've got a reasonably safe place to rest your head at while you recuperate, right? After all, nothing can go wrong when you're asleep.

Aaand that's where you're mistaken. For this event, all characters who fall asleep will either be Hosts or Visitors in their, or someone else's dreams. All dreams are inflicted by one of the four gods (Hope, Delight, Rage, or Fear), and will have their presence influencing the events within your dreams in order to harvest their desired emotion from you.

The sky is essentially the limit, so long as your dreams correspond with one of the four gods. Happy sleeping!

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


D E L I G H T

SCENARIO THREE: JUST SAY NO
[On your kitchen table the next morning is a blue pill. Just the one pill, along with a glass of what seems to be water. There's a note in elegant script next to the pill that merely says 'TAKE ME'.

If taken, the pill can have a variety of effects. You can hallucinate, you can get uncontrollable giggles, you can feel drunk, you can feel like colors all have textures and shapes and the world is looking at you through a kaleidoscope! The drug can have whatever effect the player desires, as long as it's pleasurable or fun.

So: do you take it? Can you hear someone who already took the drug, stumbling down the street? You, uh, might want to help them, and do be careful. There's no telling what kinds of monsters are still out there.]

Comments

[alayne]

[ the kraken of greyjoy, alayne thinks and at once, she feels as if her breath is caught in her throat. the girl who came before, sansa stark, had known a greyjoy boy, theon greyjoy who had been robb's friend. theon greyjoy who brought the ocean into winterfell and burned her brothers and betrayed his king.

if the girl knew of sansa stark, will she burn her too? krakens do not belong in the north, but that is a foolish thought, foolish because thoughts like that could lead a girl to a swift death.

alayne stone's broach is a silver mockingjay, not a direwolf and her hair is dark and not tully auburn and the girl wishes to help her.

why mind silly little sansa stark who this girl would have hated? she has little reason to hate a baseborn girl from the vale. ]

Yes.

[ the girl holds a dirk as a man would, as a knight would and alayne runs, looks over her shoulder to make certain she is alright.

( if she isn't, how can she hope to help her? ) ]

inside. we must find someplace.

[cetos]

[ at first, the mockingbird signifies nothing to asha, whose knowledge of westeros and its houses originates from her nuncle's books. no house has such a sigil in the histories. few have birds, truly. yet it seems familiar... house arryn's is a bird, is it not? and some riverlords have ravens, but those are no songbirds.

dimly, she recalls a jape in her father's council. a derision of some king's landing lordling.

these are thoughts for a quieter time. refocusing, asha scans the area, of the same mind as alayne. the buildings are decrepit, not like to protect against this creature. but perhaps if they move quickly — evasion, not fortification, may be their hope.

with a sudden surge of movement, like her house's namesake, she grips alayne's arm and veers right, easily forcing a crooked, wooden door open with her weight. in seconds, she slams the door shut, one hand anchored on the wood to hold it in place and the other still clutching her dirk. why wood when the trees hate her so.

if the house is a home, its residents are away. ]

[alayne]

[ she startles easy, the girl does but she does not draw her hand away, lets the girl lead her into a house. shall they not be cross with us? two girls on their own?

but the girl does have a dirk and luckily, the place is empty. alayne tries not to touch anything that does not belong to her, only moving about a wooden table towards the girl ]

Mayhaps if we lean this against the door?

[cetos]

[ asha nods and moves to assist alayne, shifting the table into place. so this girl is clever. useful, given that she has thrown her lot in with the child, at least temporarily.

that isn't to say she relaxes. in fact, asha faces the door once again, calm and steady as a rock in a storm. she'll not die by vines in her back, cowering in some home. ]

[ a quick glance over her shoulder, eyebrows raised. ] You're a Southroner, aren't you?

[ southron folk like their birds. pretty things. singing things. mockingbirds. ]

[alayne]

[ alayne in the meantime, looks at the windows. we ought to lean something against those too, she thinks before looking around the room for anything that could help in keeping the beasts ( flora, demons ) away. it feels like waiting for death. she remembers sansa stark cowering near cersei lannister as stannis baratheon who they named traitor came to take king's landing.

this girl will not die by drinking poison, she thinks. she is not the queen reagent in her silks and summerwine.

she is safer here in this crumbling wooden house than sansa had been in the red keep. ]

I am but a baseborn girl. My lord Father seat's is in the Eyrie.