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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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[Maketh considers his claim. Having a tactical understanding of the various monsters the gods brought out would give the guards a strong advantage in dealing with them, and delegating resources. Provided he's not lying, of course. Such things aren't unheard of in her world - the Jedi claimed the Force granted them similar understanding and the Inquisitor had said as much when it pleased him to - but she knows little of whatever world spat Will out. His claims will have to be verified.

In the meantime, he's not to be trusted. But that doesn't mean he can't be useful.]

Are you willing to prove this to me?

[Her tone is entirely mercenary. If there is a tool within her grasp, then Maketh will use it.]

[ Will sighed. Cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders. He'd just been through and ordeal, using his empathy now would only make him feel worse. Besides, what with the side effects of the tests Dr. Lecter had been experimenting on him in secret, still very much having an active effect on Will, this could be a bad idea for both of them.

On one hand he could prove his worth, on the other, he could only prove how dangerous he was capable of being. Think fast Will. ]

If you'll let me compose myself first? It's been one hell of a day. I'll be willing and ~~hopefully~~ able.

[An entirely reasonable request, given the circumstances. And on the other hand, a stalling tactic. Hmm.] Of course. You won't mind keeping me company until then, will you?

[It's not a request and she doesn't smile when she says it.]

I'm eh, not the best of company. Rather not do the whole social thing. I wouldn't want to stay with you over night, I tend to sleepwalk. Heh, and I umm, that would be... Just awkward.

[ A nervous laugh, a bead of sweat. She wasn't doing to let it go as easily as he though. Worst case was he looked insane yet gave her the results she was looking for. He could live with that mild humiliation. ]

... What exactly would you have me do?

[He's clearly uncomfortable with the idea, and eager for her to send him on his way. All the more reason to keep him here, where she can keep an eye on him. That, and Maketh has the perverse urge to see what happens when she pries. Rather like poking an animal with a stick to hear what it's rage sounds like.

It's quite possible this place has made her cruel. Nonetheless, she doesn't budge.]

I assure you, any 'awkwardness' will be overlooked.

[Unless it proves a theory one way or another. But he seems like a smart man, he'll figure that out on his own. Maketh narrows her eyes at him. This man clearly needs watching, whether he wishes it or not, so that means they'll both be stuck in the guard post for the time being.] Do? Whatever you wish, so long as you do not leave this building. I have reports to read. This place is fully stocked with supplies. Sleep, use the sparring mats, even read some of the intelligence we have gathered. I will not stop you.

[Not unless he tries to leave.]

[ Gritting his teeth, closing his eyes and twitching his head aside, fists clenching tight, knuckles white where they balled up. All out of frustration and building anger. His anxiety was kicking up again. The idea of being shut up in this small building, with a woman all too willing to dissect you given the chance, was too much for will. His vision started to blur again, sweat patches showing through his shirt. He had to take a few deep breaths to calm himself.

Fidgeting where he sat on a pile of rolled up sparing mats. Completely uninterested in any of Maketh's given suggestions. What he wanted was to go home, failing that, he'd settle for a nice quiet place away from everyone else. ]

My saviour, she whom liberated me from the perils of the great outdoors, is now my captor. Detaining me in a custodial sentence of undetermined time.

[ Will clapped, a little sarcastically, irritation present in his expression. ]

Look, all I want is a shower, maybe some food for my blood sugar and then we'll go find me a nice horrifying monster for me to make friendly with. Sound good?

Now you're being dramatic.

[Though she's being cruel to him in turn. There's something about the way Will speaks and carries himself that sets her on edge. This man is a threat and threats must be put down. But she cannot bring harm to him without cause. He's a newcomer, a stranger to this place, and under her protection.

So. Here they are.

Maketh stands, hands stiff at her sides, back perfectly straight. If he hadn't guessed she was military, he'll know it soon enough by the way she carries herself.] We have food here. If you want a shower, that means going back outside. I will escort you if that is what you wish.

[No, she's not going to let him go on his own.]

[ Scratching the back of his neck, then pointing a finger at Maketh where she stood. His voice raise just a tad, his elevated irritation pouring through and spilling out like fountain from his lips. ]

You're the one being dramatic! This is obscene!

[ Sighing, his chest falling and raising slower as he counted calmly in his head. When he was done it was like a personality change. A weak smile, very fake and obviously out of place on his face. His tone of voice was light again. ]

Apologies. I'd appreciate that shower now more than ever. I feel we're getting off on the wrong foot, maybe after I've cooled down we can start again?

[It hits her then. Will reminds of her of the Academy, in the days before she'd really learned how to survive it. Nothing is what it seems. All the false smiling. Pretending to behave and cooperate while he looks for a weakness, the flaw to exploit.

Fine. She can play too. It's just been a long time since she's had to.

Maketh puts on her public face, the one the instructors drilled her in when she took Civilian Pubic Relations. Maintain eye-contact, put warmth in the smile. Make it personal, but not too much. You're in this with him. You only want the best for everyone.] Of course, Will Graham.

[Either she's wrong or he's a threat that must be contained. Maketh decides she's going to find out one way or another sooner.]

[ Will wasn't comfortable with so much eye contact. His sight flickered from Maketh's face, then to her boots or around the room, like a BETA wolf when the ALPHA was present. She was acting up, was this little show just for him He would rather she didn't, still it was better than nothing.

Remaining silent for a long moment, Will finally looked up at her, sheepish, almost as if he didn't want to bother her. A feeling of trust was being forced onto him and Will didn't like mind games even though he could see right through it, the idea that she was trying to play him was frustrating. ]

I'll be going for that shower now then. If you don't mind?

[ Standing up, slowly stepping towards the door, no sudden movements and no loud voice this time. She was both right and wrong about Will, he was a threat but only due to unfortunate circumstances. Normally you'd go about your life without every having known Will Graham was alive. He'd like it if Maketh would ignore him like that too. ]

Certainly. I'll escort you.

[For practical reasons, he's not in a position to refuse. Will, after all, has no idea where anything is. And as far as Maketh can tell, is unarmed and unwell. Not a good combination when a body found themselves wandering around Hadriel's winding streets.

She swings the rifle over her shoulder and smooths a hand down her coat. There. It's best when the lines are straight, everything looking as it ought to.] Shall we?

[ So she's one of those types is she? Everything has a place, everything must be in order, including the people around her? Will respected control and authority when it was dished out in moderation, right now however, he felt as though he was being unfairly judged. Sure, he was about to face charges and allegations back home, that could have him locked up for life in Baltimore's Hospital for the Criminally Insane- but Maketh didn't need to know that, this wasn't home, this was a fresh start.

Walking past her and opening the door, holding it open for her. Such a gentleman when he wanted. ]

After you.

[ Will was armed, he had a pistol tucked away under his shirt in it's holster, but he had no intentions of using it, if truth be told, Will hated the idea of shooting someone, it was more for show, more of a deterrent than anything else. If she asked, or inspected his clothes while he was showering, Will would answer honestly. ]

[Maketh inclines her head with a thin, polite smile. It's not warm, but it's perfectly within regulation. The sort of smile she'd give to rebel sympathizers while deciding how thoroughly to ruin their lives. Normally that task had fallen to Kallus or the governor, but occasionally they were off-planet and needs must.] It's not far.

[It's really not, and the path is relatively safe. She takes him not to neutral ground, but instead to the apartment she shares with Amos. A space that is known to her, and that she can control easily.

Thankfully, Amos is out. He's too cheerful for moments like this.

Maketh stands in the center of the room, shouldering her rifle. The space is utilitarian and clean. If there are any personal touches to be seen, they don't belong to her. Maketh's space is hidden away behind a closed door, and jealously guarded.

She inclines her head to the bathroom.] Shower's in there. I'd rather you didn't jump out the window. I'd have to chase you then.

[They're on the first floor, so he'd survive the drop just fine. Whether he'd survive Hadriel is another question all together.]

[ Will had wondered where exactly she was going to take him. A police station? Some kind of military building such as bunks or barracks, he'd not expected however for her to lead him home. Her home to be precise.

Walking in slow paces around the room, tracing his finger of various surfaces. Not so much as a speck of dust graced his fingertips. The belongings strewn around all seemed to have a place and those that did not, clearly didn't belong to Maketh. Smudging his forefinger and thumb together as he came to stand before her. ]

Very clinical. Nice.

[ He was starting to notice moods and behavioural traits in her, psychoanalysing her without meaning to. If he better knew his captor, perhaps he could escape her more easily. ]

Is this where I'll be staying until I can prove my worth to you? It's nicer than a cell... Will I have my own room?

[ Wandering towards the room with the closed door, he assumed it was hers because of how clean the surrounding area to it was, as well as the distance Maketh stood from it, as if not to draw attention to it. ]

Is it ensuite? I do like my privacy.

You will not.

[This space belongs to her and the parts that do not are either communal or under Amos' domain. She likes Amos, as much as she can. He doesn't challenge her and he cooks. There are worse roommates. She endured a few in the Academy who attempted to strangle her in the middle of the night. Hazing, as it went.

She narrows her eyes at Will, daring him to open the door and see what happens. In that room are the only personal touches he might be able to find, and Maketh is not keen to give him that insight. She's not sentimental about objects, not usually, but she's collected a few that she'd rather keep out of sight. The carved fox charm hanging from a string that Newt made her, the scorched coat she occasionally uses as a pillow. Still, she doesn't prevent Will from looking. It would just be horribly rude if he did.]

A place will be given to you. If you prove yourself trustworthy, you will be left to do with it - and yourself - as you please.

[ Instead of outright invading her privacy, Will instead toyed with her reactions to little things. Such as touching the door handle to her room after having wiped the sweat from his head with his fingers before hand. Pushing at mild irritations, scuffing his shoe off the floor to leave a smudge as he walked to the other side of the room, almost knocking things over with a hip or elbow while moving around with seemingly no spatial awareness. ]

Shame. I could really envision myself taking up root here.

[ A fake smile with little eye contact as he made himself at home, sitting upon a chair across from Maketh. ]

I assume you'll search my clothes while I shower? Will I be given a towel? A change in case you decide mine are too creased or ill fitting?

Don't be silly. My clothes wouldn't fit you.

[Maketh knows very well when she's being baited. It's a quiet sort of challenge, the one given with a smile and the surface appearance of courtesy. It would be crass to devolve into a physical fight, though Maketh has a feeling she'd win that. Will doesn't look well, and even if he's knocking into things on purpose, he doesn't look quite clever enough to fake the sweat on his face, or the pallor of his skin.

Play the game, soldier. And win.

She gives him a thin, empty smile.]

It would be cruel of me not to provide a towel, wouldn't it? You'll find everything you need in the bathroom.

Yeah, never really did see myself in uniform anyway.

[ Oh there was no doubt about it in Will's mind that Maketh would win a fight, should it have came to that. Though he didn't intend on it either, physical contact was better off being something he didn't engage in, fighting or otherwise. It just, made him feel uncomfortable.

Raising back to his feet, gesturing to where he believed the bathroom would be and walking over. ]

I'll just go ahead and leave these here shall I? save you the bother of going through my things.

[ As Will removed his jacket, he slipped his wallet, an ID card from the FBI and his pistol on to the nearest surface. Mostly it was just for show, but he didn't like the thought of her getting all up in his face about having had a weapon on him. ]

It's this door right?

[Interesting. So he was armed the whole time. Though this does save her the trouble of patting him down. All things considered, she's rather thankful for that. Maketh never did like touching people, especially those she's currently fighting with.

And this is a fight. Just a quiet, underhand one. She needs to take measure of Will. Either determine him a threat or let him go. A misstep could be costly at this stage. They can't afford to have more internal problems, not after what Bianca and Mello pulled.

Maketh just smiles at him. The picture of Imperial politeness.] Correct.

[ He had told her to trust his word earlier on, but she didn't seem like the trusting type, not that it was a bad thing, Will didn't trust many himself. In fact, the more he observed her, the more in common he felt he had with her... All the more reason for her to think him a threat. Those who are capable, only need a means after all.

Smiling as he slipped into the bathroom, watching her until the very last crack in the door was closed. Quickly, Will surveyed the room. Looking for any means of escape. The window was a good bet, but it was also too obvious. ]

Are you okay with me opening the window, so that it doesn't steam up in here? Promise I wont try and climb out.

[ Turning the shower on before as he started to undress. The idea of just pushing the door open, charging her and making a break for it played over in his mind, yet each scenario had Will coming off worse for trying. ]

Go ahead. [She keeps her voice soft and agreeable even as she goes over to examine his weapon and the strange badge he dropped. FBI. Federal Bureau of Investigations. Hmm. Perhaps something like the Imperial Security Bureau? The weapon is similiar to the ones she's seen in Hadriel. Horribly primitive, of course, but it still gets the job done. Maketh examines it briefly.] You seem capable of logic, Will Graham. I imagine you know better than to wander out...unarmed.

[And he wouldn't be foolish enough to make her chase him, would he?]

[ Stepping under the water as he muttered an answer in response. Not interested if she heard him or not. ]

... All I need is my imagination.

[ Will knew she'd be fingering through his things by now, it bugged him, not as much as being held captive did though. It was in her nature to discover, to search and withdraw information. That was okay, hopefully with a lot of rest and nothing but his own company, Will would start to know his own mind once more.

The water was soothing yet it only added to the sensation that he was spilling out and overflowing. Tilting his head into the stream of water, Will felt himself become weak. He was still a very sick man, treatment had been neglected out of the vicarious nature of his Doctor, and so Will was now suffering the aftermath and side effects.

He started to become light headed. Propping himself up against the tiled wall of the shower. His eyes fading in and out as the light between the water falling started to trigger his seizures. This wasn't good, not at all. Finally, Will's legs gave out and he came crashing to the floor of the shower with a loud thump. ]

[To be safe, Maketh stayed close by the door. Out of the way in case he decided to charge her, of course, but still near enough to hear if he said anything important. For a short while, there was nothing but the soft drumming of water hitting the tiles. Comforting in a way.

The jolt of impact was not.

Maketh shoved the door open without bothering to ask for permission, holding Will's pistol at the ready just in case. It was easier to wield in close quarters than her rifle, and she'd already verified that it was loaded.

Whatever Maketh expected, seeing Will on the ground was not it.]

Oh, hell.

[It's said with some amount of venom. Maketh kneels down with a hiss, checking for injuries.] Are you still conscious?

[ Will's eyes rolled back in his head, showing nothing but the whites as his eyelids flickered rapidly. Mouth drooped open, lightly drooling out blood from having bitten his tongue upon impact. His limbs twitched lightly, it was only a mild seizure after all.

As Maketh spoke to him, Will saw the ghosts of victims from his previous cases. The dismembered bodies and bullet hole riddled images only added to his condition, making him unconsciously mutter out gibberish and lash out from time to time.

He didn't mean to, he couldn't control it. He'd come around in time, Hannibal used to use various cocktails of drugs to keep him placid, yet Maketh might find it easier to wake him faster without having to resort to medication. ]

[Fuck it all, he was having a seizure. Maketh shoves the gun into her waist, pushing Will onto his side none too gently. Remember the protocol. Keep him breathing. Put him on his side so he doesn't choke. She dodges a flailing arm and reaches back to turn the shower off. It doesn't help much. They'd both end up soaked before it was done. Whatever he was trying to say came out muddled and panicked.

Keep him breathing.

Maketh worried at her lip and slapped his cheek as gently as she could.] Enough. Back here. Wake up, soldier!

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