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

[sisterincrime]

[He's certainly being useful, at least. She can appreciate that.]

Oh yeah, great. What's a broken arm between friends?

[She takes a moment to let her gun arm sag and brace her left arm against her chest. It's starting to hurt now that the adrenaline's wearing off. At least he hasn't tried hugging her yet.]

It'll be fine, this isn't the worst I've ever had. I just need a breather.

[abutt]

Seriously?

[Yeah, just one look at her as she shifts her arm tells him it's true. Matt knows how bad it hurts to break a bone, and the pain that crosses her face gives it away that she could really use a doctor.

If they can get out of here.

For now, he looks up and down the corridor -- for a scrap of would or a strip of cloth, anything to help her out with.]

Damnit, this place is bare. You need a sling for that. [...they can use her gun.

But he's gonna have to rip up the shirt Emily got him if he wants to tie it. Oh boy. She's going to be so pissed when she sees it, but he can't just leave this lady to hurt herself worse.]

Here, maybe we can use your gun to stabilize it? I've got the fabric covered.

[And he will start to rip off a strip from around his shirt if she doesn't stop him.]

[sisterincrime]

Woah, okay, ease up cowboy.

[The gun gets slid back into her hyperspace inventory Storage Deck with practiced ease, so she has a free hand to put on Matt's wrist to stop him destroying his clothes.]

I appreciate it, really. But a gun isn't exactly the right shape for a splint.

[Instead, she tugs the sash free from its home tucked wrapped around her waist. Slightly awkwardly, she begins to wrap it around her bad arm.]

Besides, nice clothes are hard enough to come by as is.

[abutt]

[He's just trying to help you. Also ?? what the hell is the thing with the disappearing gun??

...sadly, that isn't the weirdest thing he's seen.]

I-- well, yeah. I guess so. They're really expensive, for one. [He'd be happy wearing something from Walmart. Don't tell Emily.

He still thinks they could've made the gun splint work (maybe), but he doesn't fight her own it.]

Here, I got it. Just kind of-- guide my hands, I guess. [It just looks really hard to do that by yourself, to yourself, with one arm.]

[sisterincrime]

Well, aren't you just a gentleman.

[Only assholes grow on Pandora and survive. But he's cute, in a "you are the easiest mark I have ever had" way.]

Just the forearm, elbow's fine.

[Well, she's gotten this far. May as well keep it up.]

So, where're you from? You look like an Eden Five kinda guy.

[abutt]

[Yeeeah being nice almost got him killed on the mountain.

And yet here he is, putting this lady before himself, tying the sash around her arm as told, careful not to leave it too loose or too tight. It's not hard, really.

It's harder to try and figure out if she's joking or not about Eden Five.]

Nah. [He laughs quietly.] I'm from LA. Where's Eden Five, Vegas? [It sounds like it would be.]

[sisterincrime]

[Her smile stays warm and natural, but it doesn't reach her eyes anymore. She's watching him with suspicion; who hasn't heard of the Edens? Or Pandora, she heard his confusion earlier.

She makes a forced scoffing noise at the question.]

I don't know where Vegas is, but Eden Five's one of the inner planets? I'm from Pandora. You've gotta know Pandora, right?

[abutt]

[Matt notices that change in her gaze, but he doesn't comment on it, just keeps on wrapping her arm, tying it off when he's done.

The 'inner planets' thing, though. That gets a little laugh out of him, small and polite, so he doesn't accidentally offend her or anything.]

I know those Pandora bracelets. You know, the ones with all those charms you can get? [He's guessing the answer to 'you know' is 'no,' so...] Are you like, a cosplayer or an actor who's all Method? Because Earth is the only planet people can live on, unless there's some government conspiracy or whatever.

[He laughs a little again. He's so funny, ha ha, right?]

[sisterincrime]

[Not really. Her smile drops completely in favour of outright wariness, and her free hand drifts casually round to stay in range of her Storage Deck just in case.]

Ookaaay... sort of getting the impression you haven't got any idea what I'm talking about. Which is... weird.

[Also: "Earth"? Vague as shit.]

[abutt]

Um, same?

[He steps back a little, to give her some space. Also to give himself some space in case he has to run or something.]

I mean, it's really weird that you're talking about other planets like there's people on them. That's straight out of some sci-fi movie.

[sisterincrime]

That's because there are? There's like- six galaxies worth of planets with humans living on them and you're apparently not from any of them if you don't know that.

[Sci-fi movie yourself, big guy, you're the one that doesn't know what goddamn Pandora is. That's a bit of a sticking point for Sasha right now because. SERIOUSLY. PANDORA.]

How small's your galaxy that you only have one inhabited planet?

[abutt]

I dunno, the milky way is pretty big..

[His voice is as flat as his gaze and the line his mouth is pressed into. This lady isn't joking around, is she?]

Is... is this some kind of joke? I'm not really into pranks that fuck with your head too much.

[They never end well.]

[sisterincrime]

I'm not fucking with you. Pinky swear. I'm just as confused as you are.

[Yet she relaxes her stance, letting her broken arm hang loosely and removing her hand from proximity to her inventory.]

Well, however the hell this works, you haven't tried to kill me yet. That's a nice change, I gotta say.