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

[robobees]

There are going to be a lot of things about this place that are going to take some getting used to – and, really, he likes to think he's pretty adaptive – but it's just another roll of the dice, a new experience, something else to add to the list of things that he won't allow to scare him in the long run.

He's not scared. He's not thinking about being scared. This is just a little bit of inclement weather accompanied by the wail-and-whine-and-jesus-god-that's-loud-oh-god-my-ears of the siren, which, okay, it can't mean anything good, but so far he hasn't seen anything that's sent him running, and that has to count for something. Doesn't it?

Then again, he isn't exactly expecting to see one ( 1 ) Blue Sargent with a sword coming toward him through the fog, and if it takes him a couple of seconds to break out of staring – first at her, then the sword, and back to her – and she's already grabbed his hand and begun dragging him off before he has a chance to say anything.

Score one for you, Blue. You caught him speechless. "Bl– is that a sword!?" Just. Just follow her, Henry. She looks like she knows what's going on.

"Why do you have a sword!?"

[ampliat]

It's changing. It's changing too fast. She doesn't think they can make it back to the temple on time. If it was just her, it'd be okay. She'd make it.

It's not just her, though. It's Henry, too.

She pauses, staring at the walls of the streets as they start to decay and peel. "We need to get inside somewhere," she answers first, dragging him towards a building. She throws a look back at him, her face somewhere between pity and fear.

"I have a sword because there are monsters here and a pink swing blade doesn't quite cut it." Her answers are firm as she throws open the first door she can find and tries to dip inside quickly. She may have hated Sharon's advice, but if they're stuck out it's the best advice they've got. "Please tell me you've been in another world before this one." That makes this all so much easier.

[robobees]

Sorry to drag you down, Blue. He's at least gotten the implication – which, by now, is far more than just that – that he needs to pick up the pace, that he needs to get the lead out if he wants to keep his insides as insides instead of outsides, but flat-out running has never quite been a strong suit.

( Sports, in general, have never quite been his strong suit, if he's entirely honest. Which just makes having crossed his name off of that sign-up sheet one of the wisest decisions he's ever made, even if it had only been attempt numero uno at getting one ( 1 ) Dick Gansey's attention. )

"You look like something straight out of a Tolkien novel –" Ah, always teetering on the edge of the serious and not-so-much, that careful balance in which one can never tell if he's joking or serious or a mixture of both, even if he's at least making strides in not making this more difficult for Blue than it needs to be. He blinks when that comes, though, both brows rising infinitesimally. "I was with you and your husband-to-be. Which makes this even more weird as hell, because you look like –" He rolls his shoulders in a shrug. "Like you've been here long enough to know what's happening. How's that even possible?"