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test drive meme #13

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 September 24th, and apps are open October 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: DON'T LOOK AT ME
[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 Boos, from the Mario video game series.

These monsters can be menacing, but are also incredibly shy. When looking directly at them, they will cover their faces and fade into the background- however, when turning away from them, they advance on you until they're in the perfect spot to take a nice big bite. The only way to defeat them is to escape this part of the level- that is, run madly away and try to keep up eye contact while you do so. They may look cartoonish, but those ghost teeth can be sharp!]

SCENARIO TWO: YOU'VE GOT RED ON YOU
[Hadriel is home to many things- temples, irate gods, angry citizens and... well, zombies, apparently. Beware as they start to walk/stagger/generally kind of shuffle around the streets of the city, since where there's one or two, there's usually a hundred more just waiting for the right moment to strike.

Zombies attack Hadriel by the dozen for this prompt, and nowhere in the city is technically safe from them! While they're not necessarily fast or intelligent, they have an advantage on you in that they have a lot more friends and they can't feel pain. So saddle up, bunker down, and try to survive the infestation!

This is a mini version of our Dead Men Walking event this month!]

R A G E

SCENARIO THREE: CAPTURE THE FLAG
[Hey, what's Hadriel without a few mind-numbingly stupid games to forget the fact that you're in a murdercave that routinely tries to scare the crap out of you while also maybe killing you every once in awhile? You're not quite sure who came up with this particular mind-numbingly stupid game, but you seem to be playing, so get your running shoes on and grab that inhaler!

This is a game of Capture the Flag, and thanks to Rage, you're really starting to feel that competitive spirit. You're going to win- you have to. So what if you incur a few fouls along the way?

There's a red team and a blue team for this prompt, with both teams trying to protect their corresponding flags. Try to strategize to take the other team's precious flag, chase someone from the opposing team down, or just go all out and full body tackle that poor guy who got a little too close to your territory- it's all on you!]

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[ It flashes across the forefront of his consciouss. He feels deeply, and there is a kind soul there, gentle. She hesitates. People here are more accepting of her power than at home. She has to destroy the horde chasing them. It is death otherwise. ]

We go together. You will not have to shoot, I promise you.

[ She helps him up. ]

Come.

[ An ease washed over his mind for a moment. Her words like a cool, calming drink on a hot summers day. A calmness Will only ever found when out fishing by himself, or walking in fields with his pack of strays.

He could trust her words, he was sure of it, they were true and just. She meant what she was saying and that felt good. An awkward half smile, half twitch tugged at his lips, though he looked more like he was sneering. Didn't smile often, he'd been told to change that before. ]

Okay. What's your plan?

[ Reluctantly letting her help him up, yet trying to remain from as much contact as he could. He just didn't like being around or close to others... It was understandable. ]

[ He is smiling where it counts. The outside does not matter when the intent is as clear as glass, and what lives in other people's hearts is open for her to inspect. ]

[ She falls into step next to him, keeping a distance. looking back only to see how fast the zombies are keeping up. Wanda is not gentle — survivors do not nurse that, and if it grows, it is quickly clipped. She exhales, then says, softly, ]

Don't look.

[ She intends to tear them to pieces. ]

[ As instructed, Will refrained from looking. Closing his eyes, the sound of her footsteps like a metronomes beat and from the darkness behind his eyelids he saw her face.

She appeared in a brownian motion, erratic random movement, in fluid scarlet particles, like some kind of mist or hex. I help how I can. This is who am now. I am power and control. I can end them all. This is my design.

She was going to destroy them, all at once? What was she?! Will's heart raced as his eyes opened. Grasping at her arm suddenly to try and stop whatever it was she was about to do. ]

Wait! You can't!

[ He was so confused. Mistaking the dead for the living. He'd never been inside the minds of the dead, just the ones who killed them. It was hard to grasp he'd been inside the head of a reanimated corpse. Will considered the monsters behind them, still as people. ]

I can't let you murder them...

They're not people.

[ Nothing Fear brings here is to be tamed or controlled. The energy is already gathering around her fingers in thin tendrils, coalescing in her palms. ]

All that is brought here is to hurt and destroy us. We die or they do.

[ It is a simple choice. She repeats, ]

Don't look.

[ They're not people. The words ring through his head as he tries to understand. Slowly looking back over his shoulder confirms it. The dead walking, gaining on them in their dozens.

The shock kicks in and Will begins to tremble. She smell, oh God the smell. He was overwhelmed with what he was feeling. Stumbling back just in time to notice those tethers of energy, swirling and flickering around her fingers. He almost started to hyperventilate, turning to face front again, eyes closed once more, doing as he was told. ]

It's 6:35pm. I'm in Baltimore, Maryland. My name is Will Graham. It's 6:35pm. I'm in Baltimore, Maryland. My name is Will Graham. It's 6:35pm. I'm in Baltimore, Maryland. My name is Will Graham. It's 6:35pm. I'm in Baltimore, Maryland. My name is Will Graham.

[ Repeating those words over and over, under his breath, to keep himself calm, grounded. ]

[ She doesn't need to be a telepath to know that is anxiety overpowering him. Wanda echoes, ]

It's 6:35pm. Your name is Will Graham.

[ He's not in Baltimore, she is not a liar even for comfort. The red energy tears through the horde, heads roll, limbs already rotting scatter. In an instant their sounds cease, and there's only Wanda. ]

We are safe now.

[ Again with his half sneer, half awkward smile once she repeated his words. Helping him to confirm what he was saying. She had an air about her, calming and collected. Was she some kind of Doctor? Worked with children or animals? She had the nature for it, that was for sure.

Being told they were safe, Will turned back around. What was left was little and posed no threat. Marks on the floor and the odd scattered rotting head here and there. Will fell to his knees in relief. ]

I'm fine... I'm fine. I just- hew Give me a moment.

[ Sighing, catching his breath as he sat there on his knees, head tilted up to the sky? ]

.... We're underground?

[ She stays as near as she can, remembering that he prefers a little space. ]

Yes, we are. This is a network of caves, there is no way out.

[ a beat ]

Where are you from, Will?

Oh, okay caves, yes. Good. Caves. Good job just I'm not claustrophobic.

[ Weak as he was, Will finally stood back up, dusted himself down and tried to compose himself as best he could. ]

Um Louisiana, ah well no I was just in Baltimore, but I'm from Louisiana. You're um-

[ Clicking his fingers as he tried to pin point her accent. ]

-uh, from one of the Baltic states, maybe? You've got a very crisp accent, heh.

[ Feeling a little awkward now. Still not 100% this is actually happening to him. ]

[ Amusement flickers across her face; at least he seems calmer now the zombies are gone. ]

Sokovia. I live in New York now.

[ He was stumbling and muddling his words up, over-analysing everything he was saying and internally chastising himself over it. God damn it Will. ]

Okay, no, never heard of it, ah-heh.

[ Nervous laughing, ugh what a horrible sound. ]

Give me some paper and I could write you a whole descriptive map or your brain, but ask me directions and I'm completely use~less... Useless...

[ Flicking eye contact with her from behind his glasses every now and then. He wanted to ask her about how she'd destroyed those zombies. He wanted some logical reason so that he knew he wasn't sleeping or had finally lost his mind. Awkwardly tapping his open palms against the side of his legs in an off little beat. ]

It is next to Romania.

[ She shakes her head, it's not important. ]

Do you need any medication? That was a panic attack, yes?

[ Frisking his jacket pockets for something. Pulling a small bottle out and shaking it lightly. ]

Way ahead of you. Aspirin.

[ Fiddling with it, passing it hand to hand, running his thumb over the cap as he chewed his lips up a little at her second question. ]

It was something. I'm okay. I know I don't look or sound it ~~because I'm not~~ but I'm alright.

[ After all, how do you tell a perfect stranger that you're probably a psychopath? That you see dead people through the eyes of murderers and have seizures brought on by illness and an over caring psychiatrist? ]

[ She nods. It is difficult to lie to a telepath, and he is still water now where he was turbulent before. ]

I believe you. Still, it would be better to see a doctor. I know a trustworthy one.

[ That's Will Graham's mind in a nutshell; a sea squall calm one moment, then when the black clouds meet the white and wind bursts through, the meager warning it gives to an unlucky Will caught in its path.

He was exhausted. He couldn't keep going on like this, he needed real treatment. ]

I have no physical ailments, they didn't get their hands on me.

[ He couldn't stress that enough. Like hell he was going to let another Doctor get inside his head. ]

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[ Simon is not that kind of doctor. Still. She'll talk to him about it later; Will needs help. ]

Then, are you hungry? Thirsty?

I eh...

[ He exhales a small sigh, part relief and part amusement. ]

.. Yes, I could really do with something to-.. Low blood sugar and emm fatigue I presume.

[ His breaths come laboured then again they steady. It was as if Will's own body didn't know whether he was coming or going. ]

[ Gesturing, ]

The shops are this way. I would recommend you hoard what you can; there is not always a guarantee there will be something to eat.

I'll get to work on that.

[ She seemed nice, heck, she saved his life! Yet Will was still so curious about her and what she was capable of... Or if that had all been in his head too? ]

The courteous thing would be to not talk about what just happened... But I still can't be sure I'm awake.

[ The voice of a broken man. ]

You're awake.

[ She says it firmly, with absolute certainty, but gentles her voice, ]

It can be difficult. It often feels like drowning, doesn't it?

[ It was as if she actually understood him. No one understood Will, Dr. Lecter did to an extent but he'd rather not think about him right now. He was the damn cause of most of this!

Exhaling with a tremble, nodding slowly and wearily, feeling like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. ]

Tremendously, yes. Feels like I'm fluid, dense and surrounded... Feels like I'm coming apart at the seams... Like I'm spilling out and drowning in all of it...

[ Sheepishly looking up at her, expecting a harsh face to greet him. ]

[ All he meets is a sympathetic nod. In the lab there were tests, but Wanda was new to the power and the guards had focus; she was often overwhelmed. Here so often the fear and hunger is not her own: monsters exude it as much as the other occupants of Hadriel. ]

What do you use as an anchor?

[ His heart was heavy, his mind loud and alive with every little detail his eyes and thoughts had taken in. Wanda seemed both calm and swirling both at the same time, like a waterfall. Beautiful and fluid, yet crashing in just the right places so not to wash you up and away. He was envious.

A slight smile showed it's pattern at a corner of his lips. ]

I go fishing. I'm a very good fisherman... Hook, line and sinker.

[ Wanda mirrors it unconsciously, her mouth curving upwards. ]

I used to run.

[ In a streak of silver. She could feel the ground beneath her shoes and the wind as Pietro ran. His laughter echoing, as it does now. ]

There is a lake here, but the fish may be dangerous, both to hunt and eat.

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