TEST DRIVE MEME
❧ basic info.- Anyone can post to the test drive meme, including duplicates! Please put your character name and canon in the title of your comment.
- All threads are considered open to everyone! Tag around and make some friends (or enemies)!
- If you decide to apply to the game, you can use your TDM threads for your app samples! You only need to provide seven comments if you use TDM samples.
- You can't really be late to a TDM! This will be considered open until the new one is posted.
- You can make up your own scenario, interact with one of the locations in the game, use the welcome process of your character waking up or selecting a god house, or use our optional prompts below!
- You do not need to pick a god house to play on the TDM! You can have your character still in the process of discussing/deciding/despairing instead. Note, however, that characters aren't allowed to leave the palace unless they've chosen a god! It's for their own safety... and anatomical integrity.
- If you are accepted to the game, you can keep TDM threads as game canon as long as you fudge some of the details depending on your original thread. Optional events this month can be considered game canon as well! We've specifically structured these prompts to fit in with the IC timeline of Asgard itself.
- ( ! ) The FAQ is currently undergoing extensive reworking! Please check back closer to application time if you want to to make sure you have the latest info. (The only immediately relevant adjustment is that we've eliminated the 10-minutes-of-screentime rule for characters - those with little canon will now be judged strictly on how well their app represents them as a fully fleshed-out character.)
- Casts currently at/approaching the 8 character limit are:
- ASOIAF/GOT: 6/8
Devil May Cry: 5/8
- Reserves open on February 1st at 12:01AM EST and close on February 7th at 11:59PM EST.
- Applications open on February 8th at 12:01AM EST and close on February 14th at 11:59PM EST.
- Please always feel free to contact the mods if you have any questions! Have fun, dear (future?) Wanderers. ♥
❧ THE ARRIVAL.( You're welcome to use a character's arrival as a prompt! Some general information about the arrival process is here. They're then free to explore at least some of Gladsheim Palace, given space enough by the local gods to (in theory) consider which god they'd like to choose to affiliate with. Though most days, Wanderers aren't to step inside Gladsheim Palace without direct permission, the day of arrival is an exception and both new arrivals and Asgard veterans alike can be found wandering the halls, as well as any number of curious-eyed natives who work within the palace walls. Unfortunately, while the natives and the veterans may come and go as they please today, your character isn't permitted to leave the Palace grounds - whether inside or outside on the hedged-in lawn - without choosing a god... or, if all else fails, allowing a god to choose them.
Feel free to ask the mods questions if you encounter any - for example, if you'd like to know how the gods (or a specific god) would've answered X and Y questions from your character! )
❧ MINI-CURSE: SIGYN.
Every god has been able to feel it. A certain energy has been emanating from Skadi; a type of aura that one ethereal being can recognize around another, and this particular atmosphere she'd surrounded herself with wasn't...positive, to say the least. Most gods known how to deal with her in this mood, as it isn't exactly a rarity for Skadi to give off the impression that a storm is brewing around her, quiet or monstrous. Others, however, aren't so old or wisened to her ways to know steering clear might be the better option.
In this instance, Sigyn has taken it upon herself to try and neutralize any impending situation. Albeit good-natured and well-meaning, her methodology is one that might not have the desired effect on the elder Goddess -- in the center of town now exists a large, curved wall of blank concrete, spanning a distance where standing right at the middle mark means you can't see the end in either direction. Every 10 yards are detached, smaller concrete canisters extending from the ground that contain a myriad of art supplies, including paint, pastels and assorted artistic means.
Etched into the side of each concrete canister is a message:
TO ALL WANDERERS:
MAKE ASGARD YOUR OWN
INTRODUCE YOURSELVES
SHOW EVERYONE WHO YOU ARE
It's an open invitation to do whatever you would like to this blank wall in front of you. Maybe more open than you initially think, as reading the simple words create a certain need within you. It's suddenly not just an offer, but a necessity to paint something. Write a message, doodle, express some sort of creativity; this new world('s blank mural) is your oyster, and this sudden compulsion doesn't mean you've become the next Picasso. Once you finish your soul's magnum opus, a pleasant buzz enters your brain and lasts for the rest of the day. Your spirit is lifted, at least until a strong enough catalyst harshes your vibe.
You'll also find that no matter how much of a chalk you might use, these art utensils never seem to whittle away -- perhaps they're worth pocketing, if your neighbour doesn't mind.
❧ ANOMALY DISCOVERED.
It doesn't take you long to find the woods.
No - that statement's a bit misleading. The woods are everywhere, surrounding Asgard in its entirety. Really, it's more notable how quickly you found this patch of woods. You're not even positive quite when it became 'the woods' rather than the friendly, approachable clusters of trees at the far reaches of Honir's district, but here you are. You feel... drawn here, almost. An inexplicable tug, like a sort of gravity that only seems to pull at the base of your spine and the air in your lungs, draws you deeper in through the trees. You're beyond the city limits now, some part of you can feel it, but whatever you're seeking is just ahead.
When you arrive in the place to which you've been drawn, it's... just another patch of woods? At least, that's how it appears. Nothing to see, nothing to hear. You feel it, though - there's something off about this spot, as if the air itself is charged differently. Charged urgently, as if the spot in which you stand thrums with a deep and powerful life force. It's as if you've climbed a mountain, only to discover that mountain is the jagged back of a vast and ancient creature - but instead of a mountain, it's the entirety of the world on which you stand.
Is this what they meant by 'the Mother'?
But though you seem to have been summoned or pulled to this spot, that's where the guidance ends. You're left at a loss for what you're expected to do now that you've arrived. It's only when you try to take a step to leave that you notice that tree roots have grown up from the dirt, taking the time in which you wrapped your mind around the immensity of what you're feeling to subtly but definitively wrap around your foot and ankle to trap you in place.
Fighting against them alone is no use. They seem to thicken under duress, and if that's not enough to resist your blade or your claws, you find that your joints no longer seem to bend quite like they used to. They stiffen to near-immobility, especially your knees and elbows, and though it aches a little it's mostly just to dissuade you from fighting.
Shouting for help (on purpose or just by virtue of yelling at the roots) is a bit more useful. Many other Wanderers find themselves drawn to this exact spot, and two sets of hands fighting against the roots might just be enough to free you.
Then again, you could just give in. (Or maybe you have no choice but to, if your rescuer gets caught too.) The roots will release you in about an hour's time all on their own, and you'll be free to go, feeling somewhat more tired but otherwise entirely unharmed.
❧ NETWORK.
( Network posts are fair game, in this test drive! Network access information can be found here. Note that characters' names are shown - as opposed to choosing usernames - and that the network can't be accessed accidentally. Consider mentioning whether your post is text, audio, or video for clarity! )
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[Because that is, obviously, the most important task to complete right now.]
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[She has to presume because she has never seen these creatures before in her life.]
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[She even pats one of her tiny moogle doodles for good measure. Incredible. They're something alright.]
So if you ever need some luck, just pat these little guys.
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I cannot say I recognize this creature, either.
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[The woman reminds her the late council members in Lucis' court. Too serious, but they had to be. Maybe it's the same for her.]
It's, well, they're just...Moogles. I'm not really sure who thought of them-they're not real or anything, but I kinda wish they were.
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[She hasn't had the time or inclination to do much in the way of playing since she was a child.]
[...and that was a long time ago.]
Perhaps you will see your wish come to pass. All manner of impossible things are happening, of late.
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[Moogles coming to life would be a dream come true for her and she's not going to ignore the Jodariel's comment on the matter, but she's got more important things to focus on right now.]
I mean, not on the playground or anything. Guess we're both too old for that, but you know-you don't just play around? Not even with your friends?
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[Her friends. It does not matter, when those friends are hardly here. And to think they would have wasted their time on "play" - survival took priority, as always, in the Downside. There was time for little else.]
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She's worried their struggles might last longer than she thought and she doesn't want to Talcott to end up having little time for that either.]
Is it dangerous? Your world, I mean.
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[Blunt, and with no hesitation.]
Survival is one's priority, always. There is seldom time for anything besides whatever will keep you moving to the next day, and to the next.
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[And she's worried they're headed down the same horrible road.
But it's not like she can do anything about it right now. Not while they're stuck in another reality.]
Must be weird to be in a place like this now.
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[She would be more accepting of it if she weren't here alone.]
Your own world was not like this, I presume.
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[Despite how quickly things are changing before her very eyes.]
But hey, seems like this place is a good chance for everyone to have a break. It's not so bad here.
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Sights can be misleading.
[She's already voiced her suspicions. If these gods can coerce her into engaging in unwanted activities, what other effects might be exacted upon her, or upon others?]
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[She kneels down to pick out some different paints-maybe no more moogles. Maybe she'll follow Jodariel's example and try to paint Lucis' crest on the wall.
It'll be awful, but it might catch the eye of over Crown City citizens and that would be worthwhile.]
And if you ever need help, you can call me. I'm way tougher than I look.
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[She looks her up and down with a brusque tilt of her chin. Her expression is fixed, and does not shift in the slightest. It might appear that she's regarding this human with skepticism. In reality, she is comparing her to all the other, misleadingly diminutive sorts she has known, all of whom have proven to be more than capable.]
[She knows better than to judge another based on size.]
The same goes to you, then.
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[She sincerely means it. Being stuck here without any family or friends-it's been rough. It's one thing to be seperated by a few cities-it's a whole other ordeal to be completely alone in different world. Knowing someone's got her back is a comforting thought. The other woman doesn't seem like the type to lie. She's far too serious for that.
She turns back to the wall with some black paint in hand. Crest of Lucis, here she comes.]
I'll see you later.
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[She is never one to overstay her welcome. She recognizes a dismissal when she hears it. And so she turns on her heel and departs without further comment.]