Test Drive Meme #10

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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

fog lets go

[pinpoints]

[ so far, her day has been a big pile of NOPE. nope this is not her life this is not fucking happening. she is not meant to be running around at all, never mind in a place that looks like it comes from some really shitty niche TV show she would never watch in a million years because she's not a nerd, thanks.

six has, at least, given up trying to keep herself in five inch stilettos while trying to shoulder her massive bag that contains way too many not-properly-working electronics to be of any fucking help right now. her laptop is dead. her tablet and phone are both hooked up to networks that she has never seen in her life with new apps that she tried to delete seven times over because they're not even remotely familiar and how did anyone break into her phone and tablet to even do that in the first place? she carries the heels by the heels, hand so tightly wrapped around them that they're causing indents in her palm, and god she is fucking pissed. she is supposed to be meeting one, discussing plans instead of stalking around in some fog in nothing but socks. she's already had a run in with some creepy ass op as shit bear, what more could go wrong with her day?

well... the sirens could go, for one. the noise has her almost jumping out of her skin - which, thank fuck no one can probably see her in this pea soup because that was fucking embarrassing - and has her boots flying out of her hand.

possibly right towards henry. maybe. ]

let's do this!

[robobees]

( henry had had a conversation not too long ago regarding fear; basically, the moral had been something along the lines of turning your fear into something that couldn't hurt you, and voila. fear averted. and coming from a kid that had been kidnapped and held for random on account of his mother's job, there had been some pretty concrete fear inside him in the past, but the only thing left now is the memories that have been made into something stronger, something that has made him stronger.

and there's also robobee. which has a tendency to help him a hell of a lot more than he'll ever let anyone believe, but then again, only king gansey and his subjects are aware of its existence, and he'd prefer to keep it that way.

but we digress.

henry isn't expecting to have a pair of heels come flying at him through the fog when the sirens start up – then again, whoever would be? – and they barely miss him, by no more than an inch, maybe less, and he stops dead in his tracks for a couple of silent seconds before his lungs let him breathe again, eyes wide, almost owlish. ) Whoa. Whoa. Watch the hair, huh? ( henry. no one gives a fuck about your hair – in or out of the fog – but you. calm your tits. )

It's just a siren.

( just a siren, he says! )

[pinpoints]

[ the hair, he says? she just threw her favourite heels god only knows where and he is worried about his hair?

priorities, man. ] Don't stand there, then. [ you fucking lemon. where else was she supposed to toss things in shock? six starts towards the direction of his voice, moving slow and carefully in case she trips over one of her shoes.

or, you know, she could ask him for a hand finding them. that'd be easier. ] ... Find my shoes. Thanks.

[robobees]

( look. he has the best hair at aglionby - you won't be able to convince him otherwise - and even if you don't think as much, it's at least pretentious enough not to be forgotten.

don't you judge his priorities.

she might not be able to see it just yet, but he's got his arms folded across his chest, standing there like it's completely and utterly normal for a siren to be blaring in the background, to be worried about his hair, and - ) You got one magic word, but you forgot the other.

( that. )

[pinpoints]

[ priorities, they both have them so well figured out. that's why she still cares more about her shoes than the strange, clawing noise that can heard under the blaring siren. six finally edges her way close enough to see him through the fog and crouches down, trying to see if her shoes landed near him. ] Please don't be a fucking statue and find my shoes. They cost like fifty quid.

[ which is expensive for some people, okay?

but why is that clawing noise getting louder... ]

[robobees]

( okay, okay. fashion statements are worth saving - and at that please ( never mind everything else added on to it ), he finally stoops down on his own and begins searching for those shoes.

that might as well be weapons. because once he gets a hand on one of the heels, he offers up a low, maybe-a-little-impressed whistle. ) Only fifty quid? ( yeah, he knows what that translates into. blame the upbringing. also, er, not everyone could ( probably ) get away with using hundred dollar bills as toilet paper like you do. god, rich boys. )

Leave 'em. I'll replace them myself with something better. ( a beat, and in the tone of his voice is a grin. ) Or, you can keep these as weapons, and I'll still get you something better.

( HENRY YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW IF YOUR MONEY IS GOOD HERE HOLD YOUR DAMNED HORSES. )

[pinpoints]

[ but... l m a o no one wants her using anything as weapons. there's a reason the heavy lifting was left to people who weren't six back home. the extent of her fighting skills is hacking into someone's cloud storage and uploading the worst things onto the internet.

... replace them with something better, though? they were pretty a+ stilettos as was. but that seems like a pretty good business deal, really. ] ... Sounds like a deal. What's the catch?

[ well, that might be the couerl coming for both of you. that's a p big catch. ]

[robobees]

( those are some mad skills. respectable skills. and he'll say as much if she ever mentions that she's got those skills in the bag.

he laughs, though, at the suggestion there might be a catch. ) Maybe I'll want a favor later on down the line. ( he shrugs absently, because while it might be true, there's nothing saying how long it will be before he comes to collect said favor. help me and i'll help you, that's what he's all about, and if there's anything that politics have taught him, it's that there's a way to actually get what you want just by offering little things here and there to get you ahead of the game.

and there's also lying, but he hasn't quite gotten to that point just yet. )

Which is to say, no catch. I do something for you, you do something for me - it's a nice little business arrangement we've got in the making.

[pinpoints]

[ hm. it's a slightly different deal to her usual - things instead of money - but the principle's the same. if this guy is telling the truth. if any of this place - which her mind has been attempting to catalogue and disassemble in the moments that weren't designed to terrify her out of her skin - would even work on such trades. it's tempting, though, because who doesn't want better stuff?

the entire point of her selling her computer skills back home was for that purpose. more stuff. more nights out. more days riding rollercoasters or trying something new without the catches and limitations of her parents giving her money.

but six doesn't get a chance to respond, to agree or disagree, because the cat has finally found the two mice it was looking for, eyes glinting through the fog before it lets out a streak of elemental magic.

clearly, the best solution to that is to duck, grabbing onto the arm of the stranger you're chatting to, trying to avoid getting hit. ] What in the-- [ yep. that's panic. she was so not meant for this life. ]

[robobees]

( what's money to a kid that has never wanted for anything in his life? not everyone lives like that, henry. you're just like all the other raven boys that blue has always told herself to stay away from.

but there's something to be said about offering favors instead of something else. it's a good trade. a good business to be in. someone will always owe someone else a favor. it's just how the world works.

... but apparently not how things are going to work right now. because the thing that has been stalking them for a hell of a lot longer than either of them realize is finally making itself known, seen, out in the damned open, and henry doesn't have much time to do anything else other than to take a cautionary step backward, to urge his new friend behind him like it might actually do some good when he's very clearly unarmed.

uh. ) ... Shit. ( THANK YOU, HENRY CHENG, GRAND ORATOR. ) I think. It might be time to run.

[pinpoints]

[ well, Six is not about to stop you from sacrificing yourself to the hellbeast for her own skin to be saved. that's usually how her life works - she pisses someone off, her friends take care of the fight because have you seen her does she look like someone who spends her time getting in fistfights? no. they're not fun. ride a rollercoaster if you want your jollies, sheesh. ]

Yeeeep. Let's go. [ she hates running too, but between the option of dying or running? she'll go with the one that keeps her alive. with her hand still on henry's arm, she's off, tugging him in the opposite direction from that thing. ]

What-- [ gasp ] the hell is that? [ she hates running she hates this cave she hates how heavy her freaking bag is right now. ]