dankmemes | test drive meme #12

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 August 25th, and apps are open September 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: O SHIT WADDUP
[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 hop right on you and chow down. This time, the Door has brought in several Doomed, from the Final Fantasy XI video game.

These strange undead creatures look somewhat froglike in appearance, but rumor has it they're actually made from a bunch of gross dead bodies all stuck together. Their whiplike tongue can hurt pretty bad, and if that wasn't enough, they can emit gasses that make it hard to concentrate, fight, and even stand upright. Have fun!]

SCENARIO TWO: PARANOIA
[Out of nowhere, you received a message on your phone. It's most likely from an unknown number - but not necessarily. It could be from someone you know, a number you recognize. A friend, an enemy, a trusted ally. But it's not who the message is from that matters, it's what it says.

Listen to me. They've been lying to you this whole time, and now they're coming for you. That, and nothing else.

So what will you do? Laugh and ignore this clearly missent text? Text back, try to get more details? Freak out? Or maybe you already know what it's talking about - who it's talking about. Maybe it's talking about that person who just walked by you. Didn't they look at you for a little too long? Doesn't it look like they might have a weapon?

You've got to protect yourself in whatever way you can. Who knows what they're plotting.]

C O M B I N A T I O N

SCENARIO THREE: LOUD VALLEY
[There you were, walking down one of Hadriel's rubble-strewn streets, when out of nowhere a cheery tune played. And then... everything changed.

Now there are rainbows along the cave ceiling, candy in the shops, walls painted in bright colors. Everything is cheery and happy and designed to lighten your heart. And if you walk around, you may just find your very own animal companion waiting to frolic and play with you! Sure, it'll all change back to normal Hadriel before long, but right now you might as well enjoy it.

This is a mini version of our Loud Valley event this month!]

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Excuse me? ( it certainly did sound like it was directed at Alicia, who responds with equal parts confusion and laced venom. she is reasonably sure she's never even spoken to this woman before.

rude, much? )

Not you. [There's acid in her tone. Why the hell should this stranger think Brady is speaking to her? Talk about self-absorbed.] Just some arsehole who keeps trying to play me.

[She picks up her wine glass and takes a drink. Not bad, for a magical supplier.]

( maybe because she randomly said fuck off like she was talking to the person passing her by?

but the explanation has Alicia perked, has her folding her arms and considering it for a moment. )

You received an odd text.

( it's almost a question. )

[They're in a bar where anyone can come in and out and she is obviously on her phone you child.]

Yes. [Brady's accent is strongest on the vowels, the single syllable sounding more like yiss to the unaccustomed ear.] Not unusual, unfortunately. That sort of thing not common here?

( one can be on their phone and not speaking to their phone at the same time, obviously.

the accent does throw Alicia a bit - she's not that accustomed to it. almost Australian, but off, like she's imitating it. but it doesn't matter, her own Scottish roll can be just as confounding. ) I can't say for sure. I'm still learning the ways of this place.

( she sits down next to the woman and orders a drink ) But I received one earlier. Something about people lying to me.

( which, obviously, is bullshit. because it's Alicia who does the games, not other people. )

[Whatever.

Her eyebrows shoot up at the revelation, though.]

Might not be who I was thinking of, then. [Sure, John Jnr isn't even here, but Brady is still convinced sometimes that these "gods" are actually all the idiots trying to ruin her life back home.

Maybe it's a coma dream, too, but still. It would be coma dream John Jnr who tries to fuck with her like this.]

It's bullshit, obviously. [She already knows no one here can be trusted.]

( ah, wine.

the gods are strange, no doubt, but so far Alicia has no reason to doubt that they're who they say they are. that - as far as language is concerned - they're gods in some fashion, served by the people here (regardless of what the people may want, which makes them more or less godly, depending on your definition of a god. if one believes that a god exists regardless of the presence of their people, then the willingness of the population to believe or acknowledge them as such hardly matters. if one believes that a god needs the loyalty, the belief of their people, then these gods are less gods and more dictators, declaring themselves fit to be served) and in control of everything from the wine she sips to the bed she sleeps in.

Faith, she thinks, could be a god. she certainly has the power to do such a thing, certainly has the skills to inspire followers and perform miracles. Faith would, in fact, be considered a god here, if this world believed in their stories, the legends of phoenixes and the idea that they should be revered and served. should be pleased in order to use as protectors and to benefit from their never-ending fire and healing skills. )

Our hosts appear to have a poor sense of humour. ( she's been taking it as a prank this entire time, watching others fly off the handle far easier than she did and taking notes on who reacts in which way. )

What's your name?

[The only god Brady knows probably can't wait for her to keel over so he can send her off to hell for all she's done. (But then, if he is real, he's taken care of her, he sent gave her Kennedy, he sent her John -- imperfect but understanding John, who it turns out didn't trust her with everything after all.)

(She should've known. Maybe she always did and just denied it. Oh well.)]

Our hosts don't seem to know what humor is. [Or what good hosting is. Sure, there's decent drink and all the basics, but is this really the best they can do? The food, for example, is awful, and the clothes leave a lot to be desired. Brady may have wanted nothing to do with Vader and Savannah, but she still let them live in her house and enjoy all the benefits thereof.

It's not hard to be a good host when you have money or power, for fuck's sake.

Setting down her phone, Brady looks the younger woman over once and decides that, if she's smart enough not to fly off the handle over a stupid text message (like some of the others here), then she's someone worth knowing.]

Brady Truebridge. [She's got the wedding band to prove it, for all the good that'll do here.] You?

( Brady, you have a good argument there. unless, perhaps, their sense of humour is derived from causing others misery. schadenfreude and all of that. Alicia can appreciate good schadenfreude.

this is not good schadenfreude. and worse, it's at her expense. she can deal with it, survive it. even make some of the clothes here look good (most are beyond even her help). but she has no plans of accepting it, none whatsoever. it just... requires time. time and the patience to slowly learn everything, uncover weaknesses and all the strengths of both her potential allies and opponents.

a good plan was never made on a whim and a week's worth of preparation.

for her part, Alicia sees no logic in panicking about it. there's no reliable source - the number of a dead woman means nothing, would have meant less when she was alive, if that is possible - and when your mind can literally play these games on people without need for such dramatics... well, you take things with a bowl of salt, rather than a pinch. )

Alicia Quantrell. Have you been here long?

( whether she means the cave or the bar, well, that's debatable. )

[That's a type Brady knows, actually. They're the kind of people she had to not only learn to deal with, but to win against. For all that she's done, for how she has now become one of the people who made their luxurious living off the backs of people like who she used to be, Brady can at least say that she finds no joy in making people miserable.

Unless they're arseholes. Then it's fair game. And Brady knows heaps of arseholes.]

A few weeks. [She drains her wine glass and sets it down on the bar.] Long enough to be unimpressed with the accomodations here.

[She is not going to list them off. She doesn't want to be angry right now.]

( depends on the person, indeed. most of the time, Alicia will simply write off the misery she causes as a necessity for herself. but she can't deny that there are those people.

(she enjoyed the realisation on Rosenberg's face far too much.)

but they're not talking about that. and what they are talking about is enough to make Alicia huff with laughter. ) You're quite right to be. I've seen nicer looking barns.

( abandoned barns. :| )

No shit.

[Brady laughs as she says that, a short, sardonic sound that says she believes Alicia. It's not hard to imagine, a barn that's more comfortable and welcoming than this place.]

And we're supposed to be grateful. Thanks for not starving us, I guess? [She rolls her eyes.]

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