TEST DRIVE.

[futurologists]

test drive Firstly, thank you for your interest! Secondly, since the game hasn't begun and therefore characters haven't actually gone to a world yet, this test drive is going to be a little different. It's intended to be presented as a mini-mission of sorts, on a much smaller scale and timeframe than a real mission in-game but with a somewhat similar feel. Because of this, if you join the game, you're allowed to count this as game canon, so make sure you make choices you want to follow your character into the game! You know how this works, so go forth and have fun, and don't forget to reserve! BASICS Anwick might have been a beautiful town once. It's hard to tell now, since most of the buildings are scorched and crumbling, but they do resemble some rural modern-day buildings. Likewise, the people don't appear to be living too much in the past; several are carrying intimidating guns. For years, Anwick has been terrorized by dragons, living in fear of the next attack. Not anymore. The people have just ended a bloody battle. Several people limp towards the outskirts of town, holding their bleeding wounds or new burns. In the center of town lies a slain dragon, the last full-grown one left in the world. To be honest, it looks like they've already taken care of their own problem. A monotonous voice comes through your communication device to explain. You aren't here to help the townspeople; you're here for the dragons. The one motionless on the ground may have been the last adult, but it certainly wasn't the last dragon. Her children are located in a nearby cave, alone and orphaned. They're the ones you need to protect. WYRMLINGS The wyrmlings are still growing up, only the size of a small dog. Each has a slightly different appearance, but all of them have at least a few bright copper scales. They're beautiful, and they look a little bit harmless... at least, until they notice you. These dragons have never been exposed to humans before. Or anyone outside of their family, for that matter. They're small and scared, and they don't know any other way to protect themselves than to attack. Luckily, because of their tiny size, they can't do much more than small burns at a time — but make no mistake, it still hurts like hell. The cave they're located in is pitch-black and labyrinthine. Every footstep echoes throughout it if you aren't light enough on your feet. It'll be difficult to navigate if you don't MacGyver yourself a torch or other form of lighting. Cell phones will work decently, at least until their battery dies, but you don't want to get stuck deep within the cave with no light. If you do manage to get through the cave and rescue some without getting burned to a crisp, the trouble's not over yet. You'll have to find a safe place to stash them until they can be relocated; the townspeople aren't done with their dragon-slaying yet, after all. Walk into town with one in tow, and you're putting a target on your back. (Of course, this doesn't mean you can't do it.) PROMPTS ONE ✗ GOING ROGUE Not feeling too obedient? Maybe you're ignoring the orders and helping the wounded people in town instead... or just coming to gawk. Maybe you're coming to slay the wyrmlings yourself. Whatever it is, at least try to be sneaky about it. TWO ✗ THE DRAGON'S CAVE Try to navigate the cave, fail to navigate the cave and get lost, or try to take the wyrmlings without getting barbecued. Somehow, you get the feeling that you aren't alone. Those footsteps are probably just your imagination... or they could be townspeople coming to kill you and the dragons. Of course, they could also be an ally, but you'd better hope you don't find out. THREE ✗ HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON You've gotten the dragon(s) to a secure campsite out of town, but the fun's not over yet. They're kind of freaking out a little. Some of them are still spitting fire. Even the less aggressive ones are crying shrilly, bound to attract townspeople or at least annoy everyone nearby. It can't be too hard to calm them down; they're basically scaly, fire-breathing babies, right? FOUR ✗ NIGHT TIME It's been a long day, and now it's time for the crew to sleep. Get to know your tentmates, try to ignore them, pray that they don't want to bring along a wyrmling to cuddle... or maybe you've been put on night watch with a few others, in which case you'd better find a way to pass the time until your shift's over. FIVE ✗ CHIT CHAT Network option! Maybe you've got a little downtime and you're bored. Or maybe you're frantically asking the rest of the team how bad a dragon bite is. Maybe you're just trying to figure out how the hell this magical jewelry thing works. No matter what, you get one username to identify you and one only — if you don't enter one, it will default to your real name (for example, Voldemort's would be tomriddle.) Choose wisely... or make it assfarts69, if that's your thing. More information on the network is here! SIX ✗ WILDCARD Do whatever the hell you want. Explore the ashes of the burned city, try to run as far away from this crap as possible, or try to teach a wyrmling tricks. The world is your oyster.

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[livedtwice]

[Though Harry finds himself deeply wondering exactly what happened here—which is a curiosity he'll explore later—he eventually makes the executive decision to divide his attention between the caves and their inevitable burns and the people here. He knows one thing for certain: dragons aren't evil, but people aren't wrong to be wary of them, especially if they are attacking. And they are, aren't they? That's what it looks like, though he finds himself wondering why. It isn't like him to abandon those in need, and right now, "those in need" are the injured, though his knowledge is lacking.

When he spots Clarke, she seems like she knows what she's doing. He swallows before he speaks up:] Please, let me help. I'll be an extra set of hands. Just tell me whatever I need to do. [His eyes move over the supplies easily. Harry recognizes everything and takes inventory of what is available. With that in mind, he thinks that he should be able to grab anything she asks for—well, assuming she asks.

If not, he'll take matters into his own hands so that he hopes he can pick up on things fast enough. He's far from a medic, but that doesn't change his thoughts on the matter. After all, the Battle of Hogwarts is too fresh in his mind, and he remembers being unable to help the injured there. He'd like not to repeat that again, and maybe he can pick up some tricks so he can help people who are rescuing the dragons.]

[regida]

[ she turns around at the sound of please, levels the boy in front of her with a stare that’s considering, wary maybe, but not unfriendly. tending to the injured hasn’t put in the best mood—after a while at it, it became easier to detach from her actions, let medical knowledge take over and let her personal qualms take a back seat in favor of closing wounds, tying the cleanest bands of cloth she could find around bleeding limbs. after a moment her gaze softens minutely, because this is the fist person that’s approached her with the intention of helping. it’s surprising to her, that most of the team sent here left the injured to their own devices while heading towards the center of the town, the crumpled heap of the dragon there, and then to the caves. ] I’d appreciate it.

[ there’s a second where she wonders at it, how he came to her and asked what to do—because she hasn’t been given any authority here. and from what she can tell, they look to be the same age. maybe it shows on her, that she’s been weighted with responsibility before, had accepted it and been forced to make impossible decisions for the sake of her people. her voice takes on an edge of frustration-- ] We’re limited to what we can do here. What we need are sterile materials, bandages. The biggest danger to these people now is infection if the burns aren't treated correctly. Water should be good enough to clear the more minor injuries, then they need to be covered.

If you have steady hands, then what you can do to help is use them to apply pressure to those with wounds that are still bleeding.

[ a moment where she takes her wrist, wipes at her brow, because her hands at best are… unsanitary at this point. not that she seems too bothered, by the fact that there’s dried blood on them. ]

I’ve dealt with burns before. [ from radiation, acid fog. ] Just not from dragons.

[ said just this side of incredulous, she’s not a wizard harry. ]

[livedtwice]

[At the mention of the water, Harry remembers the wand in his back pocket. He can produce water, and a lot of it, even, and he can also produce bandages, so long as she has something to begin with. With the information laid out in front of him, he's able to consider what's necessary.]

I can help with a lot of that, [he says, urgency filling his voice. Harry reaches back for his wand.] And tell you a bit about dragons. Thankfully, these dragons are more of your ... normal variety, so the burns themselves are like most burns. I've been burnt by dragons before. It isn't pleasant, but here I am, alive. If you have any questions about it, I can tell you more. [But "treat them like burns" seems to be where he'd fall back. Harry can be creative in his solutions, but sometimes he really isn't, and that's where he'd fall in his descriptions of being burnt by them. Of course, he's also been burnt while mostly being on an adrenaline high.]

Dragons aside, I can create water with this, and duplicate materials. I know some healing spells, but I'm not a trained medic. I can help with some of the less severe cuts and burns, but we'll need to seek treatment for the things that are more dire. And—er, if you don't believe me, I'll give a demonstration. [Harry did catch that incredulous tone, after all. He just hopes to help her out, so there's an urgency to this offer. If he has to perform this on himself, he will.]