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

[lineare]

[ She follows after Wanda without question, filled with the thoughts the other sends her way. She understands better now, an empathetic dread curling in her stomach when she realises just how Wanda came into her powers, what they taught her to do. She knows how she's used, and thinks of what she'd inadvertently glimpsed earlier, that one missile with a single name etched on it, the powerful taste of death and fear.

She takes it in and shares the image of Charles Xavier, wheelchair-bound and teaching a class of them on a bright summer's day. Then by her bedside when Jean got lost in the grip of prophetic nightmares, of the monster that screams to be released -- his reassurance and kindness in the face of her terror. Tagged with it are feelings, a deep affection of a daughter to a surrogate father, a man she respects and cares for with all her heart, who is also haunted by the gift of knowing too many secrets from too many people. His defiance in the face of old gods hell-bent on destroying the world. 'Those with the greatest power, protect those without. That's my message to the world.'

His message to her, to all the mutants and humans alike, the words that form the core of her beliefs and renders her faith in him complete and unshakeable. She shares this with Wanda, but something slithering out of the fog a distance away makes her stop short, tugging on Wanda's hand. Wait. Something's there.

A strange, twisted mass, an unnerving, faceless thing in a straitjacket. Where do these come from? ]

[scarletcast]

[ STARK. Block white words, the image is a fixed point. Wanda's not on her way to forgiveness. People are capable of great and terrible things — Stark can't tell the difference between saving the world and destroying it. Ruined things can heal, but it was never her intention to turn the world to ashes. ]

[ Wanda hums quietly, pensive. The love and care Jean has for this man, Charles Xavier, spills and pours, as though by gravity. She herself has a child's untainted memory of her parents, and after — after there was just Pietro. They needed no one. She puts it away the moment Jean stops, but intends to look it over later. ]

[ They're from our fears. Someone created the fog. Along with it comes Sharon's voice, warning them all to stay inside when the darkness comes. She was trying to paralyse the gods here. Now this is permanent. We will get turned around a lot. A beat, and almost playfully, she adds, They should care about making a good first impression. She's not afraid. Why should she be? There's two of them and they brim with power. ]

[lineare]

[ There is gentleness under all that unforgiving steel, and in it Jean sees the people that Wanda loves, all of them lost. She can't help the sympathy that wells up in her, the understanding that comes from being all alone; but in the same breath Jean sees her strength, the woman who was remade by death that came in the form of block white words. She does not forgive, and Jean does not fault her for it. Through death, a very small voice deep in the recesses of her mind whispers, all are reborn.

Wanda speaks to her about gods and hiding from the darkness, but her words inspire courage, a thrill she hasn't felt in a long time. Wanda is not afraid, so why would she? They stand together against a darkness, and the power that courses through the other woman takes her breath away. Jean smiles at that comment. Yes, they really should. And if they have to face their fears head on, well, they're not alone.

Jean squares her shoulders -- she can do this. They can do this, as more and more of the twisted, lurching creatures coming from both directions. You take the front, I've got your back. ]

[scarletcast]

[ Forward, like a shield. She laughs at where the thought goes. Shields are for men like Steve Rogers. She knows what she is, she told Alayne: If this is a story, I am the dragon. The crunch of boots like claws on gravel, scarlet gathering around her like leathery wings. She's at the centre, the monsters coming towards her. ]

[ You'll know when. ]