dankmemes | Test Drive Meme #9

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.]

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[ Such is the understandable result when one covers his floor (and only his floor) with kaiju entrails up to the ankle then proceeds to actually throw them at him. Even if Newton is inexplicably not at fault for the mess, it's assuredly his fault that it's there. In some fashion it is because of him or because of Hermann's association with him.

Newton's head make a wonderful squelching against the gobs of wretchedness. He'd intended to get another fistful and grind it into his hair (much as he otherwise has become rather fond of it), but that does seem to do the trick. Other than yelling in his face and getting more gunk on Newton, it's not clear what he'd intended to do once on him, once grabbing him -- certainly not hit him, despite the prime position -- and he quickly loses his chance.

Shoved, Hermann's dislodged, but releases Newton rather than drag him into the momentum, because he's trying to avoid Newton getting on him. Instead, he busies himself trying to scramble backwards on all fours -- scuttling, really, as he's on his arse -- and still, simultaneously, trying to kick gob and pulverized innards at Newton. ]

Bleib' weg'n mir, d'elende Ausrede f'reine dezentralisier'e Primat'n! Du Wichser!

Edited 2016-05-30 19:54 (UTC)

[you can damn well bet Newt is crawling after him, trying to duck those spattering of kaiju guts at him]

Ja, vielleicht--[and he's reaching out on one of those kicks, fingers latching around Hermann's ankle, tight, and yanking hard, meaning to pull Hermann towards him]--wenn du echt Deutsch spricht!

[ Unfortunately, Hermann cannot crab walk at this speed. No, he's slow and worse, his balance is no better like that. Meaning, since it's poor in general, that when Newton grabs his ankle and pulls with such force, he falls right onto his butt, his hands scrambling in the filth and finding nothing of purchase. Quite effectively yanked. With something that rather resembled a hoarse howl.

So, of course, he's kicking with his other leg at Newton's arm and grabbing chunks to throw at him. ]

Ish will nie hör, dass v'n ein'm Amerikaner!

[Hermann kicks at his leg a couple times, spattering kaiju blue and other bits all over his arm before Newt manages to catch a hold of him--at which point he's going to be dragging him bodily back towards Newt through the viscera, making an attempt to dodge whatever Hermann's throwing at him pretty badly. Also it's likely he's going to have trouble seeing right now because he's probably gotten a fair amount of guts on his glasses]

Du kannst nicht sprechen, Engländer! [yeah he's pretty much going to drag Hermann practically into his lap as he sits back on his haunches, at which point he's going to release his ankles and try grabbing for his wrists] Ich spreche beiden Sprachen besser als dir!

Edited 2016-05-30 21:03 (UTC)

[ In no world is Hermann letting Newton drag him into his lap, but their knees definitely bang and their legs risk tangling as Newton yanks. Hermann fights to keep sitting up and fights also Newton's reach, though the result of that is him alternating between slapping at Newton's hands and also trying to grab his wrists. ]

Beid'Sprachen? Du kannst nie'm die Rede richt'sein! Plätschernd'n Pavian!

Nein, du bist ein plätschernden Pavian! [okay, that is IT, Newt is 10000000% done with this bullshit, and he's half-launching himself at Hermann hoping he can somehow pin him--and as soon as his hands close on Hermann, one on his shoulder, the other fisted in his lapel--that everything goes dark.

Because next thing he knows, he's gonna be waking up in Hadriel oops]

Test Drive Meme #9

oops previous one was "stupid chicken"

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you are so welcome, Rage