dankmemes | test drive meme #13

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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!]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Injured? Heh, I'm damaged goods is more like it.

[ Taking his glasses off, cleaning them on the ends of his shirt before slipping them back on, huffing out a breath and composing himself once more. ]

A Doctor you say? Yes, okay. A Doctor, good.

[ Nodding, swallowing and standing back up straight again, ready to go when she moves. ]

And um, which part of Baltimore are we in just now? ... Gotta say, not really recollecting this area.

[Damaged goods. A worrying turn of phrase. Maketh bites her lip and doesn't curse, though she wants to. This isn't the time for that, not outside the city perimeter. He's sick, this Will Graham, and unlikely to be in any condition to give her aid. The monsters are never kind and often possessed of an ugly sort of cleverness. Nothing good will come of waiting here.

So she moves, checking the sight-lines again. Safe so far. It won't last.] You are not in Baltimore. Stay behind me. And if I tell you to hit the ground, you will do so immediately.

[She won't have him getting in the way if she has to kill something.]

Great... Wonder where my midnight wanderings have lead me to this time?...

[ Looking around as he followed close behind her. ]

Expecting more company? Or is it just one of those neighbourhoods?

[ It was his social anxiety kicking up. Like hell did he want to be alone and lost right now, but he didn't really want to have to talk, so he over-talked instead. Nervous and jittery, muscles aching and cramping up- but he'd hit the asphalt if she told him, he wanted to survive this at least. Crazy and unsociable but not suicidal. ]

[Worrying. Has he forgotten the monsters already? Maketh thins her mouth and leads the way.] One of those neighborhoods. It's easy to die here.

[Not easy to stay that way, however.]

[ Will was aware of the monsters, oh he was aware of them alright, just trying to occupy his mind with one of theirs. Didn't really want to know what darkness was lurking in those monsters heads... Didn't want to risk the chance he wouldn't come back from it either. ]

It's easy to die full stop. In fact, it's probably the most easiest thing to do. Staying alive however-

[ He stopped himself from talking, sensing that he was getting on her nerves and he kind for needed her if he was going to get out of this mess. ]

You have a cat?

[Maketh doesn't argue. There are details here that make it complicated - dying, that is, and what happens next. But this is not a good place to stop and discuss it.]

What? No.

[A cat?]

You eh, have a...

[ Awkwardly reaching out, hesitating and plucking a red-ish, orange looking hair from the back of Maketh's collar. Holding it up to better look at it. ]

...Hair. Ignore me, I'm sorry. More important things I know. Force of habit.

[ A forced open mouth smile was offered. He needs to work on his people skills. ]

[Maketh felt her face burning and looked away quickly. That wasn't--Lilith's hair, was it? Oh dear.] It's nothing!

[Nope, moving on.]

Yeah, looks a little long to be a cats anyway.

[ Dropping the hair and slipping his hands back into his pockets, falling back in step along side her. ]

Have you come across a dog? Same kind of colour, kind of. Hmm.. actually, looked more human.

[ He's not meaning to press the topic to make her uncomfortable, he's wondering if perhaps one of his dogs might have crossed her path. ]

[Clearly a new protocol must be established for uniform inspection, Maketh thinks. She clears her throat, focusing on the path in front of her. It's not far to the guard post now. She can see it coming up.] A dog? There are several here, but none with long hair...

[Cullen has one, a war dog, and so does that strange little girl.]

[ Masking his anxiety and illness well, Will continued to keep pace. Just looking down, trying not to draw anymore attention to himself, he could always just pass out at the guard post when they get there, so not to be anymore of a nuisance. ]

Winston has a bad habit of following me... I hope he's not here but it would be nice if he were... Home comforts and all.

[Maketh hums noncommittally. There's something off about Will. Perhaps he's ill or in shock. Both would be understandable, though there's little she can do about them. But there's something in his tone that makes her uneasy.

It doesn't matter. She focuses on the moment. Get him to the guard post, and out of the way. One thing at a time.] I can ask the others to look, but people don't usually come in with animals. Not often, at least.

[She nods her head at the door.] Come inside.

[ Will could sense he'd made her suspicious of him, heck, he was pretty used to it by now. Still, he appreciated her help and would be sure to thank her later, if he should come around to his senses a bit more. ]

No animals whatsoever? What do you eat?

[ A question the sounded more suspect than innocent. Will needed to work on what he said out loud and what he kept inside. Walking over to the guard post door, following Maketh inside and scanning the room out of habit. ]

And this place is safe?

[Maketh closes the door behind them and sets her rifle on the gun rack before answering him. The guardpost is one of the few places in Hadriel she feels something like comfortable. The building is utilitarian, nothing frivolous in sight. File cabinets and sparring mats compete for space, along with racks of weapons.

Home.

She fishes a bottle of water out of one of the supply cabinets and offers it to Will. No doubt he's thirsty.] Food is provided. We maintain a defensive perimeter around the city limits as best we can. However, your safety is guaranteed nowhere. This-- [She inclines her head to the door] --is as far as you can get to safe in this place.

Looks cosy.

[ Taking the bottle offered and walking over to the weapons rack, tracing a finger over the various pegs and post that hold the firearms. Finally, Will took comfort in a pile of sparring mats, sipping at the water, then using the cool bottle to press against his over heating head. ]

I'm at a loss as to where this actually is and what that out there, actually was too. Finding it a little hard to put my finger on.

[Maketh exhales slowly.] This place is called Hadriel. You were brought here by the things in charge, as I was, and all the rest.

[She's quiet a moment.]

These things eat human emotion. You're here because they're hungry again.

[ Will listened to every word that fell from her mouth, digesting the information and absorbing it's content. It was when she explained why exactly he was here that he finally cracked.

His shoulder's jogged up and down at first, his laughter was silent. Then, little breathy sounds left his nose and Will started to laugh out loud. His smile was ironic, eyes tormented and tired. Rubbing a hand over his face as he laughed into the palm. ]

Heh... Well then, send everyone else home, the main course has arrived.

[Laughter. That's a first.

Maketh just watches him, face blank.]

Are you insane?

[It seems relevant.]

[ He's used to being asked that kind of question. Still doesn't make him feel any better about himself though. ]

It is potentially probable... Feasible foreseeable even.

[Maketh rubs her forehead. That's just wonderful. Maiming and shattered bones she can deal with. Infection and cannibalistic monsters, fine. Been there, done that. But she knows very little about brain chemistry or the things that make it go haywire.

This is unexpected. Maketh never did like surprises.]

I'll ask this once and be done with it. Are you a threat to the people here?

[ That was a hard question to hear. It was a touchy subject too, especially considering circumstances currently being questioned back home too.

Will didn't know how to answer. He brushed shaking fingers through his unkempt hair, eyes darting around from here to there. Swallowing a thick lump in his throat, tears started to well in his eyes, breathing a little more ragged as he finally looked up at Maketh. ]

I- ... I cant' give you a definitive answer... The evidence is... Inconclusive.

[ He wanted to say no, he really did but Dr. Lecter had been tampering with his mind, making normally clear lines blur. ]

[Worry. Though likely honest. Maketh leans back, thinking.]

We have a doctor here. I'd like him to look you over. If he deems you a threat, or if you act against anyone here, the guardsmen will place you under house arrest.

[She hopes it won't come to that, but she'll deal with the situation as it changes.]

We face enough threats here as it is. I'd rather you not be counted among them, but I'll do as I must. Is that understood?

No doctor. I must insist.

[ can't stress that enough. ]

I'm good at keeping myself to myself and that's what I'll do... Until it's safe to go back home. I understand you, crystal clear... But you need to understand me when I say I'd rather just stay out of the way somewhere... No need for a doctor

[Maketh frowns. It occurs to her that this man might present a greater problem if handled incorrectly. Either way he'll need to be watched, and she'll have to delegate a few of the guardsmen to do it. Quietly, if possible. Which cuts half of the possible volunteers in half.] Then convince me, sir. Why should I leave you be if you yourself cannot say whether or not you are a threat?

[ Will could become problematic to handle in certain circumstances, that was true. However, he wasn't as bad as he was coming across as. He'd been having a really bad time before he found himself here, allegations of gross misconduct and even suspect of murder... Worst thing about it all, Will didn't even know if he was guilty, so he wouldn't hold it against Maketh to judge him... Just, no Doctors. ]

I can't convince you. You don't know me and I have no evidence. I know this looks bad, believe me I do, but you have to just trust me and my word. Just let me be, let me ride it out somewhere in peace and I'll be no bother at all.

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