dankmemes | Test Drive Meme # 2

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 October 25th, and apps are open November 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!

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: THE LAUGHTER OF A CHILD
[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 on the rooftops watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity to separate you from your group and tear you into pieces. This time, the Door has brought in some little friends for you to play with.

Grey Children are enemies in the video game Silent Hill. They usually move in pairs or groups of three, clinging to your legs and pulling you down so that they can laugh as they stab you to death. They're not particularly sturdy, but since they hunt in packs, they can kill you just the same. Let's hope your group is bigger - or that you can get away before they get ahold of you. But don't be too mean. They're just children, after all.]

SCENARIO TWO: FEAR ITSELF
[You turn a corner, and there it is. The one thing that terrifies you more than anything, that turns you into a frightened child, that makes you want to run or scream or fight wildly. It could be anything. That person you trusted, who betrayed you. A monster that haunts your dreams. Spiders, maybe? Whatever it is, it's exactly what you fear the most.

And then there are footsteps next to you, and someone else is there. Maybe they can help you. Maybe they can save you. But everyone's afraid of something, and the moment your savior gets close, their fear will manifest as well - and if you're really unlucky, combine with yours to make something even worse.

It's not real. It can't hurt you. Not unless you let it. But if you let it, it will destroy you.

This is a simpler version of October's Fear Event.]

H O P E

SCENARIO THREE: THIS IS NOT MY BEAUTIFUL HOUSE
[A moment ago, you were making dinner. Not alone, but with someone you care about nearby - your beautiful spouse, or your amazing child, or your beloved sibling. Then, in an instant, you look at them and you know: this isn't real.

This perfect house, this perfect family, it's not yours. You can remember your real life now, and that person you care for? You might not even know them. A moment ago they were your world, and now you know this isn't actually your life. Your life is something else, somewhere else.

Above the fireplace sits a painting of you and your happy family. You know that if you destroy it, you'll return to your life. But do you really want to, when you've never felt this contentment, this happiness before? You could have it all, if you wanted. And what about your companion? This is a decision you should make together - if you want to.]

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FEAR: SCENARIO 2
Not a damn thing seems unusual or out of place. The street is an average street, the weather is typical, no one's chasing or shooting or acting threatening in any way. That in itself should be warning enough, but Seth is ever the optimist dressed in cynic's clothing.

When he turns the corner, and spies his brother, back turned, the only thing Seth feels is a mild sense of relief at tracking him down. There's no reason for any other reaction.

"Hey, Richie! I been looking everywhere, next time you gotta take a leak, you could try using the john instead of some dirty alley."

The figure turns toward him, and yep, it's Richie. Slicked back hair, ugly glasses, black suit. Nothing strange there. Nothing strange, that is, until the man fixes him with a suspicious scowl, one hand slipping under his jacket toward the gun Seth knows is hidden there.

"Who the hell are you? How do you know my name?"

HOPE: SCENARIO 3
"Hey, sweetheart! Almost finished here, you wanna call in the rugrat?"

Seth turns away from the stove, the movement bringing a rush of blood to his head as the room spins for just a second. The nausea he feels the next instant isn't from dizziness, though. It's from the sudden sensation that everything around him is wrong. The sunlit kitchen that looks out at the ocean, the cool linoleum under his bare feet, the sound of childish laughter and the slam of a screen door...

It's all wrong.

There are family pictures on the wall, a sports car in the driveway, a half-empty beer on the counter, sporting a smudge of lipstick on the rim. It feels great, perfect, exactly what he always wanted and never let himself believe he could have. Seth's eyes flick toward a photograph perched on one of those little decorative tables in the corner, the frame leaning a little crookedly against a vase of flowers. Three familiar faces: himself, in a loose white shirt with the collar open; Vanessa, dressed in a pale blue sundress and smiling; a little boy, dark-haired like his parents, clutching a toy train in his hands.

An overwhelming urge to smash that photo against the nearest surface wars with the desire to turn back around and pretend this moment of clarity never happened.

[ooc: Both scenarios are wide open!]

And here's Sally, shouldering open the door with an additional six-pack and a covered pan of what smells like some kind of lasagna-esque side dish. The how and why of her presence in the Geckos' kitchen are hazy at best, but that realization has yet to hit her. As far as she knows, they do this weekly like clockwork anymore, Sally and Richie and Seth and his alarmingly normal nuclear family unit, and at least this work she actually made an effort to bring something.

It doesn't quite click that she can't picture the car she drove over in, the place she's been living, or even the world outside of Seth's side door. For now, everything seems downright normal as she sets the pan on the table, shaking her hand a little at the heat of it, and slides past him with aims to put the six-pack in the fridge. "So I know you don't know what to do with yourself when I'm actually on time," she's saying on the way by, but midway past him, she picks up on the tension in his posture and slows before she reaches the fridge at all.

Whatever teasing comment she was making is abandoned in favor of, "What's up?" But it's quieter, almost concerned, easily translated to 'what's wrong?'

Sally's arrival intensifies his confusion. Of course she's supposed to be there, just like she was last week and will be next week. It makes all the sense in the world. And yet Seth feels certain that Sally doesn't belong in this scenario at all. She's part of his other life, the one where...

The remainder of that thought flits away out of reach, but the certainty remains. Seth stalks across the kitchen and picks up the photograph in its frame.

"This isn't how things are supposed to be."

Appearing to be entirely unconcerned with the potentially heartbreaking scene happening just below, a deceptively gruff and boyish voice pipes up from the roof of a bordering building.

"Ugh, you're not going to cry, are you?"

Bratty and lacking in any empathy, Sync is perched casually up above, oddly beaky mask concealing all but the lower half of his face. Mouth curled downward in distaste as he glances between the two brothers in their standoff. Sorry, did he interrupt something?

Seth's hands rise to his sides, palms open to show he's unarmed. He's about to take step toward his brother, try and figure out what's going on in Richie's head, when his attention is grabbed by a voice from above.

Great, this is all he needs right now. Richie acting psycho and some mouthy shit taking verbal potshots.

"Hey, mind your own goddamn business. What're you supposed to be anyway, some kinda teenage mutant ninja stork?"

Test Drive Meme # 2

Seth Gecko | From Dusk Till Dawn: the series

hope, because i'm satan and couldn't not rub salt in the wound

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