test drive meme #11

[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 July 25th, and apps are open August 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: WORKING TITLE
[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 a few Working Joes, from the Alien: Isolation video game series.

Once simply androids meant for mundane jobs, working Joes have had their programming altered to isolate and eliminate threats onboard their ship- which they now believe to be Hadriel. Super strong, yet slow and plodding, an android may ask you for identification before throttling you when you don't have the right answer. They are quite sturdy and difficult to destroy without the right tools. Have fun!]


H O P E

SCENARIO TWO: BEAUTIFICATION DUTY
[The city has always looked a little drab, but now with some tools from Hope, it's up to you guys to spruce it up a bit! Your character will find themselves in a shop filled with various paints, home improvement tools, window stickers, streamers, and various other items and tools used to improve the appearance of the neighborhood.

You're encouraged to add your own little flair to the project in order to improve living standards and make Hope the happiest god in the pantheon. So, what will you do? Paint a mural? Sweep up some rubble? Install a skylight! The cave is your oyster.

This is a mini version of our Extinction v2 event this month!]


S O R R O W

SCENARIO THREE: CRY ME A RIVER
[When you wake up in the morning, something feels... off. It feels like you just watched 20 ASPCA commercials in a row and then topped it all off with the first ten minutes of Up. You're beaten down, depressed, upset by all the horrific acts and trauma in the world, and it's enough to make you want to cry.

Turn on the waterworks, because Hadriel is about to have a shortage of tissues and everyone's getting dehydrated. You might run into your neighbor crying while you're scavenging for food, or you might just find that one whole asshole in the entire movie who isn't affected.

Either way, it's time to get some hugs, some kleenex, and maybe a little bit of chocolate. Happy... crying?]

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Natasha Romanoff | AvAc flavor

[solomissions]

[one. let's dance]

[This place doesn't exactly look like the Academy campus, but then that happens occasionally. One minute everything's perfectly normal, the next it's covered in weird sentient black goo from a meteorite and you're hanging out with a talking pig.

The first thing she sees as she rounds a corner is what looks like a Starkbot, or whatever Tony's calling them these days. It turns at her sharp whistle, and demands identification, which she answers:]

Natasha Romanoff, code name: Black Widow.

[It doesn't seem to like that answer, though, seeing as how its eyes immediately glow red and it starts yelling about unauthorized entry and termination. Natasha immediately begins to backpedal, looking for an exit.]

I told Tony his army of sentient robots was a bad idea...

[two. paint it black]

[Hope wants a prettier town? He'll get it. Only maybe he should have specified what sort of aesthetic he was looking for, since Natasha has her own ideas on the matter. Witness her chosen house, once a faded blue, now about half-covered in drying black paint with red trim around the windows and a red door. Natasha herself is nowhere to be seen, instead back at the supplies scavenging for more paint.]

Yeah, I'm definitely gonna need more black. And probably another can of red for my room. Gotta do something to make it feel like home.

[three. ninjas with onions]

[Thank god for sunglasses. They manage to hide most of the evidence that she's been crying, letting her keep up the cold, heartless superspy facade. The only hint that she's even a little upset is how ready she is to start fights. After all, when you're sad, what's better than punching people?]

You heard what I said. Or is that "What did you say" just supposed to buy you time while your brain tries to come up with something better?

aw yeah paint it black.

[scarletcast]

[ She is not the only one with claim to that particular colour scheme, Wanda, in her black dress and red jacket, is puzzling over this particular design when Natasha pops -- or doesn't, she's quiet -- back into the radius of thought. ]

Is this your house?

\m/ \m/

[solomissions]

[Seeing as how her arms are currently filled with paint buckets and supplies, her eyebrows have to pull double duty to convey being both unimpressed and suspicious.]

Depends on how you define "yours." Who's asking?

[scarletcast]

[ She need not even use her eyebrows. It rolls off her in smothering waves. Wanda's own expression turns similar. ]

I am.

[ Helpful, isn't she? ]

Who are you?

[solomissions]

[Eyes narrow just slightly at the answer. So helpful, indeed. Luckily, Natasha is one of very few people who isn't afraid to play--or irritated by--the question game.]

A stranger who likes the same colors you do, apparently.

Or don't you like my house?

[Tread carefully with your answer. She bites.]

[scarletcast]

The colours are nice.

[ Says the girl wearing what Wanda is. Yeah. ]

I'm concerned about the hospitality of its owner.

[solomissions]

[No more questions, then. Just "concerns."]

I'm more interested in survival than hospitality. Sorry if that hurts your feelings.

,[Spoken like it's just a fact. Then, after a moment's consideration:]

Trade you. A name for a name.

[scarletcast]

[ She's not really sorry. It makes Wanda smile, however, and her eyes fall on the red trim on the windows. ]

Scarlet Witch.

[solomissions]

[Fair answer, if not one she recognizes. She never said they had to be real names. So she smiles.]

Black Widow.

[scarletcast]

[ That name is real too, even if it's more so to others than to Wanda herself — the skin of a gimmick is sometimes needed to paint over a weapon. She smiles back. ]

I like the paint job.

[solomissions]

[She was taught that names are tools, but Natasha takes a secret pride in hers, in what it means. She takes being compared to the spider as a compliment. And while friendship isn't as important to her as it is to other people, it's still nice to find a kindred spirit.]

Better than before. I still say they didn't give us enough black.

[And where are the house-sized steel spikes and rivets, she asks. How is a girl supposed to decorate without sharp objects.]

[scarletcast]

There is not enough red, either.

[ She looks out, at the other spires. ]

Has anyone given you a tour?

[solomissions]

I've been around.

[Making she's explored, exploited, and experimented. But tours? Not yet.]

But if you're offering, I've got a few hours. It's either that, or watch paint dry.

3.

[prespangled]

[Despite the number of fights that Steve's been in (and started, depending on how you look at it), he doesn't know much about how it feels to punch someone.

Right now it looks like he's in danger of being on the receiving end of another one. And he's seen firsthand just how hard a girl can actually hit.]

Look, all I wanna know is if you're done with the paint cans. I cleaned up this area awhile ago, I'd like to keep it that way.

[solomissions]

I'm sorry, am I not being tidy enough for your delicate sensibilities? Or are you on patrol? Going to ticket me for littering?

[Her words are goading, clearly trying to push him into a response. If a physical fight isn't in her future, a good yelling match might do just as well--besides, he's basically her size. Even she might feel mildly guilty about kicking his ass.]

[prespangled]

The patrol's a little more concerned with monsters than litter.

[Steve frowns, and he's not sure how or why, but they've definitely gotten off on the wrong foot. He doesn't really want to fight her, even verbally.

He sighs and tries again.]

Let's start over. Are you finished with the paint or are you gonna need it a little while longer?

[solomissions]

Gee, officer, thanks for the warning. I'll remember that for next time.

[Ah, sarcasm. What a glorious creation.

It's honestly not his fault. She's looking for any distraction from the feelings that forced her to tears this morning. She does better with surly than with sad. That being said, his obvious attempt at peacemaking does make her pause in her rampage, if only because there's something almost familiar about it. Can't quite place it, though.]

Unlike some people, I clean up my messes when I'm finished. I'm still using these. If I put them away every time I walk away to check another place, I'd just have to waste time unpacking it all again, wouldn't I?

[prespangled]

Yeah, I guess so. [Steve's quiet for a moment, taking a deep breath before he speaks the next time. He's not one who gives up easily - that's probably familiar too.] Is there anything I can help with? Maybe I can go to one of those other places for you.

[solomissions]

Hm. Maybe.

[She stares at him for a long minute, clearly assessing. That look might start to get a little uncomfortable, she's not shy or subtle about it.]

What's the highest vantage point in the city? Building, rock formation, I don't care.

one. put on your red shoes and dance the blues.

[truthvalue]

[Oh boy, robots? That's something Souji hasn't seen before, in this world or any of the others before it - well, excluding the flying robot suit he created in that first Liminal Space. The fact that this one seems to be going haywire isn't surprising, though, and it's a good thing Souji's on his way to the caves to give some of the resident monsters the beatdown of their lives, because that means he's armed with a sword and ready to rush to this nice young lady's aid.]

Miss - look out!

Subject lines like that are why I'm gonna propose tbh

[solomissions]

[The voice, and the footsteps that accompany it, are a distraction. Luckily, thanks to Tony and Wasp's...unusual...battle tactics, she's used to distractions. She doesn't take her eyes off the robot, lumbering towards her with outstretched arms. Lifting her own arms in what looks like a parody of the angry android, she aims her bracelets at it, not looking at the newcomer.]

Oh, I'm looking. Trust me, not seeing much else right now.

[She opens fire, shots bouncing off the metal body of the thing. It doesn't do much but knock it back. Maybe his sword will do more?]

i see a red door

[unfollowing]

Take all of it, for all I care. [Emily huffs, her arms crossed.] I asked for fucking fabric dye, but of course Hope won't give me anything I want.

Is there any other color to paint it

[solomissions]

Of course not. That would be too easy, actually giving you the things you want.

[A prodigious eye roll.]

So you sew?

[Good to know who to look for when she wants a new outfit. Say what you want about Wasp, but the girl was an amazing seamstress, and Nat misses that at least.]

[unfollowing]

[Okay. This one seems like she might be more than just tolerable.]

Yeah. I started a sewing shop. A few people taught me what they know and now it's mostly me there. Why, do you want in?

[solomissions]

It's not one of my hobbies. I have a friend back home who's a designer, though. Spent a lot of time in her workshop playing dummy. It's good to know who I can go to when I need something made.

Are you any good?

[It isn't meant to imply she's not. The tone just holds an honest question, like she expects a positive answer.]