Test Drive Meme #10

[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 June 24th, and apps are open July 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: UNBEARABLE
[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 several bereskarn, from the Dragon Age video game series.

While they were once normal bears, these hideous creatures have been corrupted by the Blight into something terrible. They are larger than normal bears and have bone spikes jutting out through their skin, which leaves them with constantly bleeding wounds. They are easily enraged, and will attack fiercely if agitated. Have fun!]

SCENARIO TWO: CLAMOROUS CAVES
[Wow, it sure is weirdly foggy out, considering there's no weather in Hadriel. The sun's dim, the light's strange, and hey - is that an air raid siren? Oh shit.

Welcome to Silent Hill, Hadriel edition. When the siren sounds, the city changes into a twisted, darker version of itself, teeming with monsters and looking like something straight out of your nightmares. And if you're really unlucky, there might be a monster lurking in there just for you, your own personal demon ready to hunt you down. Let's hope you can stay alive until the city changes back!

This is a mini version of our Silent Hill event this month!]


R A G E

SCENARIO THREE: NO FLAMES PLZ
[This morning you woke up to a letter on your doorstep, addressed to you. Curious, since there's no mail delivery in Hadriel. Upon opening it, you discovered a carefully written letter containing a brutal takedown of something that means a lot to you. Something you really care about

Maybe they're trashing your favorite sports team. Maybe they're calling your hometown a trash pit full of hipsters. Maybe they're saying your boyfriend has weird hair. Or maybe it's worse than that - maybe they're saying that everything you've been working for is a complete waste of time, and you're an idiot for trying. Whatever it is, it's calculated just right to piss you off, and piss you off real bad. And hey. That letter's signed.

Maybe somebody will come by and talk you down - or maybe the person who comes by is the one who's name is on that letter, even if it might not quite be in their handwriting. What're you gonna do? Fight them? Lay an elaborate trap? Try not to let it get to you and talk it out like adults? Yeah right. Time for a reckoning.]

Comments

[pullback]

I'm using that name because it's my name! [ Victor's still confused, looking over at Miriam though keeping a wary eye on the dog. He's unarmed and certainly outnumbered—the dog will probably go for his throat if she doesn't toss one of those grenades in his direction. Still watching the two, Victor moves his hands up in a sign of peace, showing he's unarmed, showing he's not going to try anything.

Though what the hell is she talking about with the Sons? This is opening up more and more questions and Victor's desperate for answers. ] As for your other point, I've never heard of any organization called the Sons before. The Sons of what?

[dogsanddaughters]

I don't care!

[It doesn't occur to Miriam that he might actually be telling the truth. Frankenstein is a title in her world, a threat taken on by evil things to puff up their achievements.

But. He's probably not with the Sons. Miriam takes a slow breath, trying to think.] The Sons of Plunder. All the Frankensteins work for them, or pretend they do. It's a rule.

[pullback]

[ He's just downright confused, there's absolutely no way to hide that and it's written straight across his face. Sons of Plunder? Frankensteins working for them? What the hell is she talking about?

It's in his confusion that he assumes she's talking about Frankenstein as a family name, not as a title. ] Considering that I'm the last of my family and currently am not married, I don't see how my lineage would work for this organization to begin with!

[ Well, he's technically the last who uses the Frankenstein name...but he does have those two creations running around and who knows what alias Lily's going by these days. NOT GONNA TALK ABOUT THAT, THOUGH. ]

[dogsanddaughters]

[Miriam stands up as tall as she can. This whole thing feels off, like she's missing something. The last Frankenstein she met was a skinny girl hiding out in the steam pipes by the dock, sewing rats together and making tiny, twitching monsters. This one reminds her of the steam pipes a little. Same thin face.

Different eyes, though. No telling if that's good or bad.] Wait. That's actually your name? The one your folks gave you?

[pullback]

That's actually my name, [ Victor repeats, frowning still. He's a skinny little rake of a man, pale as sin, that fits Miriam's Frankenstein model. But that confusion is too damn apparent. ]

[mismanagement]

Aww, shit. [Miriam looks disgusted more than anything else. This is just great.] You're the original. They tell stories about you now. Bet you didn't know that. You got a whole lotta fans.

wrong account :P

[pullback]

[ That confusion just is absolutely palpable. Tell stories about him? Well what sort of stories? Based on Miriam's reaction to his name, they weren't all that good. She reacted with such disgust, after all. And yet...surely she couldn't react with such disgust if the stories they told about him were that he was a good doctor. No, he's got a feeling that these stories involved his creations.

And...he's not sure how to feel about that.

He's confused but he can't help but look utterly fascinated at the same time. ]

Would you mind telling me more about these stories?

sorry >>

[dogsanddaughters]

[Miriam huffs.] The usual. You dug up a lot of dead people bits and sewed 'em back together and maybe you fucked a couple, I dunno. Your monster's hella famous.

no worries! c:

[pullback]

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And then Victor Frankenstein just starts to bluuuuuuuuush. Not at the sewing dead people back together bit, no, he didn't even sew them together to begin with. No, he's blushing at the idea of fucking said monster because he's awkward and repressed and spoilers, he totally fucked one of his monsters. She was pretty though, so it's okay.

But yeah! NOT GONNA TALK ABOUT THAT and not gonna say "which monster's famous, I brought three people back to life you know," because that is ASKING FOR TROUBLE. No, Victor is going to lie out his ass about this. ]

That's ridiculous! That...what even would one do with corpses?

[ Despite his blushing he's noticed that Miriam didn't say "bring said dead people back to life" (though it's a bit implied) so he is JUST NOT GONNA MENTION THAT. ]

[dogsanddaughters]

[Barnaby whines unhappily. Miriam just gives the man - Victor goddamn Frankenstein, what is her life? - the stink eye.] I don't fucking know. All your fans are crazy as fuck, by the way, you should be really proud. They make their own monsters now. Got lotsa dead fucks walking around without faces, so thanks for that.

[pullback]

Well again, that's ridiculous. [ Miriam's stink eye is being match by Victor's bluster. ] Why on Earth would one willingly create monsters in the first place?

[dogsanddaughters]

You should ask. Apparently there's good money in scarin' people. [Miriam huffs.] Well? Did you do it or not? For real, I mean.

[pullback]

Did I create a monster, you mean. [ TIME TO LIE. ] Of course not. Before you mentioned this to me, I had no idea people could create monsters like that to begin with.

[dogsanddaughters]

[Uh huh. Miriam isn't convinced. This dude does not have a trustworthy face. Or trustworthy anything, for that matter.] Cool. Well, you got a weird ass story named after you, then. Awesome.

[pullback]

[ congrats Miriam, you've managed to figure that out. ] Does everybody know about this...ah, 'weird ass story?'

[dogsanddaughters]

Pretty much. Guess it was pretty famous back in the day. [Miriam rocks back on her heels.] What kinda doctor are you, anyway? If you don't do creepy shit with dead people.

[pullback]

I'm a regular doctor. [ said in a tone that's pure "duh?" ] I help cure the sick.

[dogsanddaughters]

[Miriam scrunches up her face, hands on her hips.] I know that! What's your specialty? Everybody's got a specialty.

[She knows these things.]

[pullback]

[ Whereas Victor is trying his hardest to put into words "dammit kid, I'm from the 1890s, it's less of specialty and more of let's stop people from dying." ]

If I had to pick something, I would pick simple human anatomy—treating physical wounds and performing autopsies and the like. However, I'm also equally skilled at the diagnosis of certain illnesses and the use of galvanism as it interacts with chemical treatments.

[ that last bit is a TINY BIT stretching the truth, but who cares! He certainly knows he's great at electricity + chemicals. ]

[dogsanddaughters]

Huh. Your world must be pretty back there, then. [The different time periods are weird. Miriam huffs.] Usually only coroner's do autopsies. But you're Frankenstein, so of course you work with dead people. Wouldn't be much of a story otherwise.

[pullback]

I'm from 1892, [ he answers, as if an explanation. ] How exactly is that "back there?"

[dogsanddaughters]

[Miriam whistles.] Damn, son. You're historical. Like five hundred years back in the day.

[pullback]

[ Whereas Victor...just still looks confused but there's a bit of awestruck in his voice. ] You mean to tell me that here, this place, it's in the twenty-fourth century or something of that nature?

[ because that is AWESOME. and scary. but mostly awesome. ]

[dogsanddaughters]

Well, not right here. This place is weird. [Understatement of the century.] But where I'm from, yeah.

[pullback]

[ Yeah, that confused/awestruck look is still there. ]

I know you cannot answer my question entirely...but what is the future like?