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

suzanna (six) moon. oc.

[pinpoints]

THEY SAY HELLO, THEY SAY HOLA AND THEY SAY BONJOUR | entrance
[ Oh god.

Oh god

Ohgodohgodohgod--

She was just trying to find the exit. Or at least a charge point for her fucking laptop. Not a fucking bear.

God, that was a bear, right? It was a really fucking big and scary bear and Six has never seen a bear outside of the television because she's a fucking normal person, dammit. She isn't fucking Bear Grylls.

She's also an eighteen year old girl in a pair of five inch stilettos and tight leather jeans that were not made for running.

The scream that she lets loose is truly massive though.

And maybe she'll try running. And maybe she'll fail massively on this unfamiliar ground, tripping over herself and possibly rolling into someone as a result of that rather spectactular fall. ]

Someone HELP. [ Goddammit, this was not her life. ]

I'M PISSED I NEVER GOT TO FLY ON A CONCORDE | rage
[ Six.
Get over Twelve already. You look like a fucking moron mooning over the straightest girl in existence. She don't like ya like that! The only girls she ever snogs are those she meets after 12 (haha) fucking shots. And she's in fucking prison. You don't want to fuck a prison bitch, trust me. (And you KNOW we aren't getting them out. Stop fucking collaborating with One, he's a fucking moron.)

Do yourself a favour and go fuck someone already. JESUS.
- Seven

Maybe a neighbour will hear the screech of frustration at this letter, as it goes through all the reasons Six will never, ever, get what she wants. Or who may be more accurate. Or maybe they just get the letter thrown at their feet. Or their face. Whatever. They're probably going to have to run to catch up with the high-heeled girl stalking her way out. Where she's going she doesn't even know, but that was fucking too far and if Seven is here, Six is gonna verbally kick some ass.

Dickwipe. ]

Victor Frankenstein | Penny Dreadful

[pullback]

( ooc: only playing him up to season 3 episode 5, so there's no major spoilers for the most recent episodes! )

fear one: you can hardly bear it
[ Victor Frankenstein is used to monsters. He's had to deal with vampires, witches, and those monsters made under his own creation. He's brought down monsters in an attempt to save people and brought down monsters in an attempt to protect those few people he could say he cares about. He's currently working on subduing a monster of his own creation. All of this is to say that here is a man used to the strange, the macabre, the dangerous. That being said, he has no idea what the fuck to do with huge bear monsters...and he didn't get brought in with a gun.

Whoops.

So yeah, enjoy this spindly little nerd in period clothes running for his life from one of the bereskarn because who has two thumbs and accidentally agitated one, hint, it's this guy. Help a bro out, Hadriel. ]

rage three: egomania out the whoa
[ Said letter consists of a brutal takedown of Victor's personality flaws, arguing that he's a pathetic little man who, even after multiple tries, still can't get the resurrection process right, how on Earth was someone as inept as him supposed to bridge the gap between life and death when he consistently brings back monsters, at least Jekyll managed to hold down a steady job and keep food on the table, how could someone like himself, constantly on the verge of addiction, think to accomplish even half the things he wanted to?

Needless to say, Victor tore up that letter as soon as he finished reading it. He's practically fuming as he tears up the letter into smaller and smaller pieces. To whomever's approaching, he asks, very curtly, ] Is this someone's idea of a joke? It's intensely childish.

[ but, by the glare on Victor's face, intensely affecting. ]

[outwards]

Stay where you are.

[Boots come towards her and then turn into breeches and a searching face as Aredhel kneels down to check on the fallen woman very quickly, to see how she is and if she will listen to her.]

I will ensure that this beast cannot follow easily, and then we must run - use the moment to take off your shoes.

[Fashion that she has never understood, right there, but fashion can be discarded if necessary.]

[willbevictorious]

[ Ack! And just as Seras is opening the door of the spire she had chosen to live in, she's pushed by some rude girl on her way out! Why you little--! She's about to give her a tiny piece of her mind when she notices the piece of paper falling at her feet. Seras picks it up and just skims over it...

...

... how rude! It also seems too personal to keep reading! But surely it belonged to that overly rude person! Maybe. ]

Miss, hey! Miss!

[ She chases her, and since she's not wearing some ridiculous shoes (boots are awesome shut up) she catches up pretty fast. ]

[pinpoints]

What? [ All five-foot-ten-in-five-inch-heels of Six whirls around at the person catching up to her and she doesn't even notice that it's the person she shoved out of the way earlier.

... She does notice the letter, however.

shit. ] Give it back, thanks. [ Her voice is as biting as can be, hand held out for the letter. ]

[pinpoints]

... The fuck? [ Sorry, what else can you say when a random chick looking like she came out of a fucking LARPing convention (Eight is a nerd who talks way too much about that shit) is coming up to you and-

ooh, she wants to rescue Six? THAT IS FINE BY HER.

But, first, time for priorities. ] My shoes? [ And run in nothing but socks? Ow.

... On the other hand, she might be able to move a little bit faster.

... And she really doesn't want to die. So alright. Off come the huge ankle boots as she scrambles up onto her feet and behind her saviour. ]

[willbevictorious]

[ Oh wow, chill out, mate! This girl snapping at her makes the blonde jump a little, (or a lot). But she recovers quickly. So, the letter was hers! Seras is happy to give it back. ]

Y-yes, I wanted to give it back.

[ It's like if Seras had been the mean one here, almost offering an apology as she handles the piece of paper back. ]

luis sera | resident evil

[plagas]

TWO; it's game time.

[The encroaching fog, dense and foreboding, is covering the area, and fast; with it comes a horde of monstrous nurses wielding sharp, jagged knives.

Luis, unfortunately, is not at a temple. He's in the thick of the danger in the middle of the city. But he can damn well try to make an ally out of at least one of the passers-by if he's going to get out of this in one piece.] Hey!

[Don't strike back at him too soon (or do, if you're so inclined): a man, gun in one hand, the nearest stranger's arm in the other, has reached forward and yanked a certain somebody (that's you, buddy) inside an abandoned bar that's been barricaded as a makeshift shelter. He releases whoever he's grabbed and starts reloading his weapon, stepping backward to allow them some space inside.]

The name's Luis, [he begins quickly, fiddling with the weapon,] and I woke up in this hellhole this morning.

[The safety clicks off. He tosses his new partner a chunk of wood, and nods his head at the door, now thumping menacingly under unseen, likely zombified hands-- the unspoken command is to help him keep that damn thing closed, for the love of God.]

So. You wanna keep each other alive today?

wildcard;

[throw me another prompt or lmk if you want something else!!]

fear

[dogsanddaughters]

[Normally, Miriam doesn't get into the whole 'saving other people' business. That shit is better left to the professionals. They have the big guns. Miriam has her charm and the dog, and that's not all that much in the face of a raging bear monster.

That being said, Miriam also has a bunch of thermite grenades. She's had them since she first got pulled through the Door and happens to be in the process of checking their hiding place when she hears the monster roar. She peers out from behind a shattered pillar just in time to see some skinny dude running for dear life.

Huh. That's different.

Miriam glances down at Barnaby.

The dog wags his tail hopefully. Barnaby loves a fight. He's special like that.

Ugg. Fine.

Miriam squares her shoulders and tugs a grenade out.] Hey! Big ugly! Over here!

[Barnaby barks, baring his teeth in a wide snarl.

The monster pauses. Turns.

It looks more surprised than anything when the grenade hits in in the face. Less so when the explosion takes most of its chest off. And if the skinny dude didn't manage to get completely out of the blast range, well, that's his problem. Maybe his hearing's shot and his clothes a little singed, but he's not monster meat. That's gotta be something.]

ichigo kurosaki | bleach | canon point is just pre-fullbring arc, enjoy hadriel with no powers

[liketeenspirit]

[FEAR ONE]

[A guy in a school uniform and bright orange hair is running hard down the street. He turns a corner at breakneck speed, skidding as he goes, and only stops when he's ducked into an alley. He leans against the wall, staring out into the street, expecting the--the bear thing with the spikes to come lumbering by any second.

Normally, he'd fight it, but he's got nothing to use as a weapon, and something tells him that getting too close to their stinking, rotting selves is a bad idea. He looks around, searching for something, anything he can use to hit it with.

Maybe he shouldn't have called it ugly.

Dammit, why did this have to happen now? If he had his powers, this would be easy, but...]

[FEAR TWO: pre-siren]

Sheesh, every time I think this place can't get any creepier... How do you even get fog underground? Is there a machine somewhere?

[What's with the fog? And the sirens? Is he actually in some kind of giant underground shelter? Who's actually behind it? Anyway, this is the prompt that comes without a fight involved, so he can stumble on your character doing whatever while he's out exploring.]

[FEAR TWO: and then it got worse]

[Ichigo sure is doing a lot of running today. The look on his face, though, is different from when he was running from the bear. This time, he looks frightened -- no, rattled. Haunted.

Why am I running? he thinks, even as his feet carry him away, away from that thing. I've got to go back. I've got to find out what's going on. I have to--

But he remembers. He remembers the long hair trailing over the ground, warm brown but matted with blood. He remembers the torn, dirty dress. He remembers the trail of blood the thing left behind him as it crawled toward him. He remembers it reaching up with filthy fingers, remembers its wild eyes, remembers how it had said his name--

Ichigo shuts his eyes tight for a second against the crawling shame he feels deep in his gut and his bones. He shouldn't be running, but he can't bring himself to go back. He feels like the worst sort of coward.]

[RAGE THREE]

Hey, you! Yeah, you!

[A tall guy with a loud mouth is yelling at you, waving a sheet of paper.]

Listen, I'm new here, so I don't really know anybody yet. But I need you to tell me something. It's important.

[He brandishes the letter in your face. It's weird: the guy is wearing a grin, but there's nothing happy about it at all. Something about it makes him look absolutely furious.]

Who is this bastard, and where do I find him?

[Is the signature at the bottom yours? Or someone else's? Do you tell him the truth, or tell him to cool his jets?]

[pinpoints]

[ Better.

it gets stashed in her trouser pocket, and Six's mood doesn't seem to improve much.

Like Seven didn't know enough to not say that shit? Like he didn't know how much she was already beating herself up about her feelings for Twelve?

Asshole. With a capital ASSHOLE.

Hm. maybe this chick knows something though. ] Hey, have you seen a guy? Middle eastern, never washes his hair, probably stoned?

if you wanna start a fight, you better throw the first punch. make it a good one. (rage)

[torrefied]

[Mello isn't especially thrilled about being accosted on the street by some angry kid, much less having a piece of paper shoved in his face, and he's positively irritated by the fact that it's his name signed at the bottom of it. (As if he would send someone a letter like that. Letters are so impersonal; if Mello had something like this to say, he'd say it in person.) His eyes narrow a fraction as he makes a quick study of both the letter and the kid holding it.]

Haven't the foggiest, [he lies, coolly, biting back a Do I look like a fucking information booth?] What's so important about this anyway?

[willbevictorious]

[ This person... she must've been having a lousy day, but Seras understood, after all being all suddenly trapped in some cave could put anyone in a bad mood! ]

He never washes his ... hair?

[ Ew. ]

Can't say I have, miss. But I can help you look! Is he your friend? Did he get lost here? When was the last time you saw him?

[ Yes, good! She had a mission now! Helping this grouchy girl! These are just routine questions, it's what a good officer would do! ]

[pullback]

[ Needless to say, the explosion was something Victor was not expecting, as shown by him stumbling slightly due to the shock of the noise. He skids to a stop, turning around to look at his savior (a young woman?), a dog, and the remains of the bear.

What used to be a bear is now an ex-bear.

Needless to say, Victor's exceedingly shocked, partly because he's got no idea what the hell a grenade is. He gets to his feet, brushing off some dust from his coat. ]

Compressed explosives—lit without a match, I presume. [ After all, he didn't hear a match struck, right? ] Well, that's certainly something new.

[ At least, it's certainly something new to Mr. 1892 over here. He's still a little bit rattled due to...well, everything, but he manages to give Miriam a small little nod. ] Thank you.

[ After all, there's no denying she saved his ass. ]

[pinpoints]

[ yeah something about the environment or something. okay. maybe he did once in a while but not all that often.

the rapid fire questions don't seem to bother her that much. she kind of does that a lot too, so answering in rapid fire is pretty easy too. ] Not for long; I dunno; aaaaand last night.

hellaaaaa

[liketeenspirit]

I need to know how this guy knows me and my family. I've never heard of a Mello before, so he knows all this somehow despite never introducing himself to me or my family. That means that whoever he is, he's definitely up to no good, so priority one is finding out what he's after.

But I can ask him that after I beat the crap out of him. I'm gonna show him that no one says shit like this about my family and gets away with it!

[dogsanddaughters]

[Miriam wanders closer with a frown, keeping close to Barnaby. The dog is very keen on sniffing the smoking chunks of bear splattered all over the ground, but Miriam is more concerned with the thing that's still breathing.

Namely, this guy.

She folds her arms across her chest.] 's a grenade. What are you wearing?

[It looks weirdly formal. Maybe he was at a party?]

[pullback]

Clothes, obviously. [ He continues to brush the dirt off his lapels, though it's getting to the point where any dirt brushed off is imaginary. Victor's keeping a close eye on Barnaby as well, watching the dog and what remained of the bear out of the corner of his eye.

He had heard of grenades before, though he hadn't actually seen one. And those that he heard of were certainly not as powerful as whatever the girl had thrown. ]

I must confess, I didn't know grenades were that powerful.

[ishotyouuu]

[Wade wasn't expecting to make a new friend today. What with the whole Weapon XI fiasco and all, he was perfectly willing to stay inside the temple and just wait for this whole thing to blow over. But... well. He's got a thirst that can't be quenched by mere water, and sometimes an alkie's gotta alk.

So when he's suddenly grabbed by a long-haired European-looking guy and dragged inside a dilapidated building, he's not exactly thrilled to be here. Though, to be honest, he'd be even less thrilled to be in the company of those nurses, plunging neckline notwithstanding. Something tells them he wouldn't be into any physicals they'd be performing.]

Wade. [That's the only name Luis gets, as the merc works swiftly on barricading the door and then readies Carlotta for some fun.] No offense, carnal, but there's gotta be an easier way to get someone to have a beer with you.

[bluffed]

[ Why were these weird fetish nurses so big-chested? She could have sworn she counted 20 grotesque nipple slips since she booked it out of one of the bars to another - because that makes sense! No, she wasn't too drunk and yes, she was definitely able to handle herself. She has to find Sasha, that's her first priority until someone absolutely will throw her off track. Fiona acts quickly upon the yank, raising her wrist up and ready to shock the shit out of the stranger, but the sudden introduction and ... okay, yeah she's too fucking drunk to shoot the guy, she'd actually take out a chandelier at this rate.

She takes an even further step back, catching her breath from her brisk jog around the district. When Luis tosses the wood, Fiona sidesteps and lets it fall to the ground. Whomp whomp, what the fuck was she suppose to do with that? ]

Uh? You have a gun, stop playing with your wood.

[ Holy shit, this is the absolute worst. ]

[dogsanddaughters]

Mine are special. Don't touch. [Miriam jerks her head towards what's left of the bear. Chunks of it are still smoking.] It's gonna burn for a while. It'll go straight through if you touch it, so don't.

[She doesn't know him, but it's rude to let people burn their hands off. Her mom says so.]

Where you going to a party or something?

[pullback]

[ Thankfully, he isn't touching the bear...though Victor can't help but look over at the ex-bear every now and then. Whatever she used was powerful—even if she was lying about the bear burning. Surely nothing could be that powerful.

Time to talk about clothes instead. ]

This is my every day attire, [ Victor remarked, with a small little frown. Why on Earth would she think he's going to a party? ] What are you wearing?

[dogsanddaughters]

[Miriam huffs.] My normal clothes. You're weird.

[And quite possibly from another time period, like Damen.]

You're very fancy. Even if it's all muddy now.

jack benjamin | kings

[benumbing]

Sound the alarms: (silent hill)

[He thought he had nothing left to fear. The literal worst had happened, and it wasn't death. If he's skipped that and gone straight to hell, so be it.

Maybe Jack shouldn't be so flippant with that thought. When the air raid siren goes off, he nervously looks up, knowing that somewhere in the darkness there should only be the cave's ceiling. But when he looks back at the walls, it doesn't look much like a cave at all anymore.

Jack curses under his breath, backing away from everything while he keeps glancing up. Death isn't coming from above, but it is coming up right behind him. Something grips his shoulder, and Jack tears himself free and turns. And then he can only stare at it with terrified eyes as he backs away.

He's torn between running and not running, because he's sick enough of his own cowardice. But self-preservation eventually kicks in. Jack does at least try to get anyone that he runs into to run with him, away from the demon that was breathing down his neck. He's not a total dick. He's out of breath by the time a safe place is found, if there's any safe places at all. He looks over then, sounding darkly amused.]

I thought hell would be hotter.

wait a minute mr. postman (rage)

[The letter doesn't say anything that Jack doesn't already know. That isn't the point. Someone else knows, and they've taken the time to pen a letter to rub it in his face. Joseph's death, his humiliations, a crown forever out of his reach. The author twists the knife one way only to twist it back again.

Jack chews his lip as he reads it, finally crumbling the letter in his fist as he goes looking for the person who wrote it. And if that person is you, Jack will even let you throw the first punch before it's his turn.]

Who is this? [Jack shows just enough of the letter to reveal the signature when he crosses paths with a fellow cave dweller. He bares his teeth with the next words.] And where can I find them?

Wildcard!

[Anything else that comes to mind.]

rage

[wipedclean]

[There's a letter thrust into his face. He snarls and pushes it out of the way, then stares at the man who's trying to show it to him.]

Who the fuck are you?