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?]

Comments

[oversear]

[ Through his watering eyes, Armand cracks the smallest of smiles. Nothing like seeing a gentleman stripped bare of his poise. He was laughing a bit at Victor. He ignored the fact that the only reason mucus was not running down his own face is because he was dead and had no need for it. Ah, the perks of immortality. ]

It does not surprise me that you'd be a vampire's victim. You'd make perfect sport.

[ He let that ominously hang in the air. Nosey, opinionated, prime of his life. Victor was very to the taste of a certain blond vampire that Armand knew. If Victor was a true scoundrel then every vampire in the city would be lining up for his neck. ]

The blood is dripping out of me quite fast now. Perhaps you'll allow me a Small Drink. An act of friendship so we will quarrel no more?

[ Now he was just trying to get a reaction. To see how explosive and mean this man could get. ]

[pullback]

[ Victor responds to Armand's opinion of him as perfect sport by...blowing nose again. Look, it's dripping and he's not going to get snot everywhere. He can't fix the crying right now for some reason, but he can at least not be literally snot-nosed.

Though, the idea of Armand taking a drink of his blood couldn't help but make Victor raise an eyebrow. Not in an interested way. Just in a sort of "you have got to be kidding me" type of manner. He still knew woefully less about what sort of blood vampires liked but he had a good idea that his blood, as tainted with morphine it was, would be a horrible drink.

He outright scoffs at the idea of friendship, though. That glare just deepens. ]

Even if I wanted to be friends with your kind, which I do not want, my actions and my history have put us firmly on the side of enemies.

[ It's hard to be friends when you've killed a lot of vampires. ]

[oversear]

[ Armand takes a moment to wipe at his face with his finger tips. Idly he pops his index in his mouth and sucks the salty blood off. ]

Enemies?

[ He lets out a light little laugh through his tears. ]

You would have me branded an enemy when we know nothing of the true nature of one another.

[ He's not saying Victor's wrong about him though. Just out of curiosity he starts skimming Victor's thoughts, for anything interesting or useful. ]

One of these days I will take your blood, and then you will know true rapture.

[pullback]

[ Victors thoughts are a tangle of memories. Trying to save Malcolm Murray's daughter, Mina Harker, from the clutches of the vampire Dracula's followers. Later, fighting Dracula himself, in an attempt to save Vanessa Ives. Victor remembers shooting the vampires and later in the conflict, after he just fumbles with his weapon, attempting to just dispatch the creatures with a pipe to the face.

The majority of his thoughts are burning hatred. And yet, there's a small modicum of scientific curiosity. After all, they had a captured a vampire early on during their quest, chaining him up in Malcolm's basement. There's a small part of Victor that longs to return to that scientific discovery, longing to figure out just how vampiric biology actually worked.

Needless to say, he outright scoffs when Armand mentions true rapture, a scoff that's lessened by the tears trailing down his cheek. ]

I've seen the effects your kind have when you turn someone to your kind. What you call rapture, the rest of us call destruction.

[oversear]

[ These vampires in Victor's thoughts, they are so unlike Armand's own kind. More like the vacant minded monster that Louis found in Romania. His lips twist downwards as he sees Victor's memories of the study of this caught vampire. Oh such hatred! Armand wondered if this is what Lestat thirsted for. For someone to acknowledge and hate their kind, instead of falling into a thrall and to love them completely on sight. Armand had to admit there was something thrilling about this little talk. ]

Destruction, yes. I would not turn another in this life time or the next.

[ He thinks of Daniel and hatred boils in his gut. It's a good thing he's crying. Saves him the embarrassment of watering eyes thinking of his fledging. ]

The simple act of sharing the blood is euphoric. Write that down in your little notebook of study, Doctor. There are things the mind cannot comprehend until they experience it.

[pullback]

[ Victor still looks disgusted. Why on Earth would blood be euphoric? Would there be some sort of hallucinatory agent in the blood? And if so...how could he figure this out without the vampire biting him? Perhaps Victor could find someone else to act as a guinea pig. ]

Call me rude, but I'd rather not experience it myself.

[oversear]

[ There's a ruthlessness to Victor that Armand appreciates. Using someone to sate his curiosity, giving them fully to the belly of the beast. He was growing hungrier and hungrier the more he cried.

Just the smallest of smiles. ]

My dear doctor, what makes you think you will have a choice?

[ Quicker than the human eye can catch, Armand stood next to Victor, curling his fingers around the back of his neck. ]

You will not feel a thing.

[pullback]

[ Victor tenses as he feels Armand's fingers on the back of his neck. He's not Ethan or Vanessa, he's not the sort of person who would instantly respond to a threat with retaliation of his own. Instead, he simply spins around, hoping to see Armand (if he's still back there) and at least to get the damn creature's fingers off his neck. ]

I'm afraid I would find myself a poor meal for you, vampire.