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

[fortunefavored]

[good idea, Sasha, because Newt is booking it as fast as his legs will carry him (which, granted, is a lot faster than it used to be, but still not going to win any races over here,) towards the doorway of one of the ones that actually looks to be in livable conditions.

It seems, however, that no one is going to be able to catch a break today. Newt is close to the door, just moving to pass the final dark space between the buildings, when another tentacle flies out at him from the darkness, making a grab at his waist. This time, however, he's running on adrenaline and far more alert so instead of getting roped, he hits the ground with a yelp, rolling out of the way before scrambling to his feet. This puts him less than a couple feet from the door and he's grabbing for the handle, just as a third malboro emerges from between the buildings. Which, at that point, puts poor Sasha in the middle of two monsters. Oops.

He yanks the door open, quickly, glancing behind him to check to see if she's following--at which point he realizes their positions.]

[sisterincrime]

[Sorry but she just has to stop and stare for a moment. What an actual asshole.]

O-o-oh my god, you piece of shit!!

[That is very much aimed at Newt, and she's forced to stumble back when the new malboro aims a swing at her as well. Away goes her Maliwan, stored quickly in her Storage Deck, and out comes her beloved baby - the one-of-a-kind Atlas SMG, with which Sasha opens fire on the new tentacle pile, and goddamn it feels good; she can see it doing more damage as the new monster roars, already down a tentacle and two eyes.

That oughta be enough of a distraction for it that she can run past it and through the doorway, slamming it shut behind her and leaning against to pant heavily.]

[fortunefavored]

[Newt is absolutely, 100% a jerky piece of shit. But that fact hasn't seemed to hit him quite yet. As soon as that door slammed, he's leaning against the wall opposite her, similarly panting, before sliding down the wall to sit, legs splayed out in front of him]

Holy shit. [that's about all he can get out for the moment, shaky] You'd think I'd be used to things trying to kill me by now but nope, that is definitely NOT something you get used to! [his voice cracks on the last word, an it's followed by a high-pitched, nervous laugh]

[sisterincrime]

[God, he's worse than when they first met Vaughn.

...actually he reminds Sasha a lot of Vaughn. Nerdy midget with glasses that panics at the first signs of murder. He's even wearing a similar outfit. Maybe this guy's Hyperion too.

That doesn't stop him being a crybaby though.]

No, no it definitely is. You're just useless. [Why yes she is salty at him still, why do you ask?] This is basically just another average day on Pandora.

[She moves away from the door, looking around their small hidey-hole as she puts her gun away. Maybe there's something besides dust and rocks that she can use to splint her now very sore arm.

[fortunefavored]

[Newt wrinkles his nose up at her, glaring as she puts her gun away] Hey, it's not my fault my world doesn't have tons of things trying to kill me constantly therefore making me totally unprepared for these fucked up universes that do!

[sisterincrime]

Well, sorry not every planet can be sunshine and roses for you!

[She walks slowly away as she examines the room, and her eyes land on a broken stool with weirdly spindly legs. It doesn't look like it could hold a person's weight - or, hell, even balance properly with someone sitting on it - but the legs are the perfect length, and she goes to pick it up.

Some of us don't have a choice-- [Her word turns to a grunt as she smashes the chair into the ground, trying to break the leg off.] --in the hell planets we have to grow up on!

[Success! Plus one chair leg!]