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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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[ TBH Mr. Sha should also wash his hands. Plus, then he could point to him as a good example. ...but internal dispute via petty demands is right. Speaking of petty: he raises the plate and leans back, without looking away from Mr. Sha.
Or, Sutra Expert Dr. Sha. ]
Fascinating. I don't know much about sutra, but I don't believe they do quite that in our world. You must be from a different India. What sort of "stuff"? Do you mean that the altitude sickness medicine is effectuated through magic paper?
[ He'd have been incredulous once, even dismissive. He's seen rather too much by now to doubt it, so instead, he'd like to see it. "Magic paper" suggests less the sort of "magic" of equations on a paper eventually leading to feats of engineering, and more actual magic. Perhaps the two fields are conflated in Mr. Sha's world. ]
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Dude. That sounds awesome. [and suddenly he's leaning towards him a bit] How does that work, exactly? Do you just make medicine with this stuff, or can you make other things?
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Well, mostly it kills demons. [ He pauses, nodding, but that doesn't sound very science. It needs more words. ] Or knocks 'em out, I guess. Sometimes. Like, maybe about as big as this room. That's how big the thing is. There's another one that makes stuff disappear. Like trees and stuff. Or arms, you know, if your arm got caught in it, or whatever. And there's another one that makes like a forcefield.
[ Or so he thinks. He's just nodding again. Yep. ]
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[ They can and will both be obstinate. The next solution: Hermann steps back. Right back to the oven, where he hooks his cane back on the handle and leans a hip against it. Leaning to pluck a fork from a drawer, he'll just eat standing up. ]
Do you mean the paper is as big as this room? [ Grammar implies as much. "The thing" singular wouldn't be "demons" plural. Room-sized demons wouldn't be particularly impressive. ]
What do you mean by disappear? "If your arm got caught in it," arms, it would make your arm disappear? Not permanently?
[ Where does it go???? Mass and mechanics and quantum theory spins in his skull. Damn magic. ]
Please eat, by the by, around answering. It'll get cold. I do mean around. Don't talk with your mouth full.
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So now Newt is scowling, grabbing the other plate, and stomping over to Hermann and shoving it at him (though careful not to spill)]
Don't think I didn't see the portions, Hermann. [snapped] Either give yourself an equal portion or take the plate with more--I don't care which--but you're not eating less. We may have more food now but we still don't know when Yao's just suddenly going to decide to fuck us over again, so you need to eat.
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[ He's already talking with his mouth full whoops, but he pauses, fascinated, to watch this exchange. Oh, good! Something else to latch onto now that they've established he can do all kinds of cool shit, probably. ]
Who's Yao?
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(Do not think they will forget it, M/Dr. Sha.)
His face contorts.
The colleagues who scowl together stay together? Oddly a working premise to date.Almost twitchy, his eyes flick rapidly from Mr. Sha, to Newton, to the plates. It is not embarrassment, really, though he is annoyed that Newton would do this now. As he'd said, it doesn't really matter. They'll do as they will regardless.In the same vein, it is not out of a desire to avoid a proper confrontation or disagreement, to skirt the fight in front of company, that he yields.
No, it's that Newton's right, though of course Hermann would never admit it. It's that he can see the futility of resisting. Easy enough to predict what might happen, the probabilities: Newton dumps his plate onto Hermann's, snatches them both, quickly tries to swap them and no matter how careful they are, something spills. If they get into it, it will either spill or get cold, or both.
Food is too valuable.
His jaw works, squares. ]
I have food. [ snapped, meaning he had every intention of eating, but he's lifting his fork, aligning the plates so to scoop some from Newton's, evening them out. ]
New, aren't you? My apologies. Of course, it isn't my fault, but it's regrettable each time.
[ As if all that hadn't just happened. Hermann glances past Newton at Mr. Sha. ]
They call themselves a corporation and run this so-called experiment. Not very well, mind you, but we remain nonetheless at their sadistic--literally--mercy.
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[he'll settle back at the table] Yeah, they all suck and we're working on a way to take them down. If they offer you anything, don't take it, because they'll stab you in the back faster than you can blink.
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A science nerd would probably/clearly have figured all this shit out. ]
Take them down like, they can't do anything anymore, or take them down like—?
[ He draws a finger across his neck. ]
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[ Hermann actually hasn't followed. He stays leaning against the oven, idly turning his fork in the pasta. ]
Of course, here they are the system, if a corrupted one, but then ideally it would be a revolution capable of that sort of recompense. Keeping them alive also improves the probability of enlisting knowledgeable cooperation in returning everyone to their worlds.
Realistically, it will be the latter. Not merely because I think my ideal is not a popular one.
[ Realistically, the probability is much, much higher that they do not go home, that they die, never more than glorified lab rats. ]
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Hufflepuffs, srsly.
Newt, however, just huffs]
Honestly, dude? I don't really care as long as we get to go home. [because he just...he doesn't. So why does he feel a little guilty about Hermann hearing that????? He shoves a forkful of pasta in his mouth to quell the feeling]
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These dudes kidnapped you and you're worried about whether they get to keep their heads?