ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hadrielmods) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
dankmemes2016-05-21 11:32 am
hadrielmods) wrote in dankmemes2016-05-21 11:32 am
Entry tags:
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.]
Sandor Clegane | Games of Thrones/ASOIAF | OTA
[ In all of his life, for all of the horrible atrocities and terrible things he'd seen, Sandor Clegane had never encountered something quite as ugly and vile as these creatures. And he grew up Clegane, so that was saying a lot! For a moment, all he could do was stare at it as it bellowed out some noxious breath and raised its tentacles ready to strike -- not him. Someone else.
He could have walked away. He should of walked away. Interfering never did him a damn lot of good. And yet for some reason, his hands tightened around the ax he currently carried. ]
Oh for fuck's sake.
[ With a limp in his gait, The Hound charged into battle -- swinging the ax and slicing that tentacle clean through. And through some strength of will or maybe pure luck, after a few moments of a grueling battle, he managed to defeat the damn thing. You'd think he would turn to the person he saved and ask if they were all right. But such a thing was too damn polite. ]
Next time you go out and decide to let some plant make a mutton chop of ya, do it when no one else has to watch.
[ Two; The Night is Dark and Full of Terrors (Fear) ]
[ Clegane wasn't any stranger to nightmares. They often plagued him when he didn't have enough drink to chase them away into a dreamless sleep. But the landscape of this particular nightmare was comparable to hell -- with fires raging around him, lapping up the surroundings and burning everything else away until it was the only thing visible. The orange heat raged, causing perspiration to trickle down the one side of his face that still could perspire. The other side was covered in a gnarled and twisted burn scar, perhaps a product of the dream (though anyone who knew him would realize it was the cause of it.)
He backed up when a bit of molten ash spewed in his direction and his eyes darted around him, panicked and seeking an escape route. Any escape route. With shallow breaths and widened eyes, the smoke so intoxicatingly real he felt himself choking on it, and the heat burning his skin without even touching -- Clegane was like a trapped animal, helpless but ready to tear something apart in that fear. ]
[ Three; Wildcard! ]
[ Choose your own adventure. ]
1
This thing fell into the latter category.
Taken straight from the thick of battle, she's thrust into another battle she's not prepared for. She drops her weapons immediately as the tentacles curl around her ankles and drag her to the ground with a heavy thud. The force knocks the wind from her chest, and just as she realizes she's lost any means to defend herself she starts to scramble back for her weapons. The tentacles keep their tight hold on the plant's prey, dragging her back despite her clawing at the pavement to try to reach her blade.
Then there are other sounds. Dull thuds and the tearing of plant flesh. Something warm coats her as the plant sprays her with... whatever plant monsters bleed. Hey. She's not asking questions here. ]
I was handling it myself. [ She snarls, sitting up and tearing the dead vines off her legs. Once freed, she gets up, running for her knife and ax. She gathers both, holding them defensively and turning so her back isn't to Clegane anymore. ]
Who are you? And how did I get here?
no subject
If that's what you call 'handling it,' I hate to see how you handle anything else.
[ There was definitely a lewd connotation behind what he said, and he paused long enough to wipe the blade of his ax on the tattered edge of his shirt, smearing plant guts all over it. ]
The fuck should I know how you got here? Important thing is that you're here, and if you wanna live, can't have no more repeat performances of whatever it is you were doing before. Handling yourself.
[ He paused, momentarily. And then, relented on his insults long enough to actually answered her first question. ]
Clegane. Sandor Clegane. Your guess about this place is as good as mine. Don't suppose you got some wine on ya, then?
no subject
None of this was right.
She takes a deep breath as he relents, though, unhinging her jaw so she wasn't grinding her teeth as much. She gives a nod of acknowledgement to his name, then with a heavy sigh turned to face him. ]
Eretria.
And if I had wine we'd both be as drunk as they come right now. [ She gives a slight shrug of defeat at the idea. ]
I was doing something really important and now.... [ She shakes her head, then rests her ax over her shoulder. The thing looks like no normal ax, made of a large stick welded to a round blade with spikes. It was obviously made from scrap pieces. ]
If there are more of those things out there, then I should come with you. [ Then, with a smirk: ] If only to show you what it really looks like when I handle it.
no subject
You're gonna show me how you handle things. What? With that? [ He nods at her ax. ] You'd have better luck slicing it with your sharp tongue. That's the saddest excuse for a weapon I've ever seen.
[ Regardless, Sandor falls into step beside her. ]
When I have to go save your life again, you're going to owe me. Owe me some of the finest wine there is. Food, too.
[ He glances over at her with mild amusement, but more than that acceptance. He's accepting her as his temporary travel companion. ]
two.
She typically dreams of his corpse, staring back at her as if passing judgement. She dreams of the hollow, black death in his eyes. She wonders if she should have made it come sooner, if that would have been a kindness or a punishment. She rarely dreams of fire.
But in this dream, there's fire galore, and the Hound standing as if he were alive. Arya doesn't have much time to stare, though -- the smoke is winding its way into her lungs, and the heat is nigh unbearable. ]
Move!
[ Arya shouts, typically brusque. ]
This way!
no subject
Still, Arya's words do snap him back to his senses, easing the panic a bit and giving him focus. Looking for an escape, he's more than willing to blindly run after her. But when the flames rage in his path, he hesitates. ]
You out of your bloody mind, girl?! We're not making it through there!
[ In truth, it's their best chance. The fires are the lowest, but fear leaves him paralyzed and causes his feet to anchor themselves. ]
no subject
She doesn't expect to go back for him. But she does, ducking around the smoke and flames to grab hold of his wrist. ]
Don't be stupid. Come on.