TEST DRIVE #6

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

Comments

[conservationist]

Oh.

Of course she is.

[Silly him.]

... Well, if Naga here isn't going to eat me right now then I guess I'm back down to ninety-nine problems. Apparently I've been kidnapped by faeries.

[Normally he'd be more cautious about telling someone that straight up, given how insane it sounds, but he's already talking to the girl with the polar beardog so he imagines she won't think he's crazy.]

[magestache]

Ah, pheasant. That doesn't surprise me at all, actually.

[ Dorian chuckles, turning toward his new friend. Well, conversation partner, more like. But Dorian is friendly with everyone as long as they're not running him out of town with pitchforks and torches. Oh, Southern Thedas. ]

But can they capture it in the flavor? Sometimes it needs a bit of sauce to make it palatable.

[ You'd think he was speaking in code but he really isn't. Probably. ]

[liven]

Why would you want to eat something that tastes of despair? I could understand eating something that despairs, but that doesn't change the taste.

[ Said like a cat, rather than a sadist. Playing with her food is something Shijima is entirely familiar with. It's more fun to terrify than to eat, sometimes. Humans do not usually agree, since it is apparently some sort of ill-mannered thing, to play with one's food.

Or to eat things raw, given most of the reactions she's gotten on that count. ]

And what game is that? Do they play with their food, these Orlesians?

[edgar_of_etheria]

Not that long. A couple months, perhaps.

[His smile fades into something more bittersweet.]

...I suspect that might be because Morla chose me for her court. Are you with Solais?

cool fade dad laughing

[brainiest]

Oh, no, it's alright! I'm sorry too - I think we're all allowed a little leeway when it comes to unexpected company and their fireballs.

[ Which is an odd conversation to start a friendship with, but Hermione's had stranger (trolls and the like). She walks forward without much more hesitation, her smile brightening as the conversation turns to something a little more familiar - it seems like half of her life here in the Drabworld is spent making potions and salves for her friends, so having someone she can actually talk to about it is something incredible. ]

I have! There has to be a little substitution, of course, and I've spend a bit of time in the library at Caer Glaem to try and make sure I find the right herbs and plants from this world to make potions from my own, but generally a lot of things are the same. I'm lucky that a lot of the ingredients I need are usually just flowers that other people would overlook.

[ She grins. ]

I spend a lot of time potion making.

[gordianknots]

Hell, it needs sauce anyway, it's dry as a desert.

[Waver grins wryly, pausing to move a stray hair that's fallen out of place. He's taken it out of it's ponytail since he got off the horse, but there are still some flyaways.]

New, I take it?

[conservationist]

[oh my god this girl is the worst liar.

Normally he'd try to spare her feelings but he's really kind of at the end of his sanity rope right now. And politeness is the first thing to go.]

Hmm, I think I saw someone matching that description!

[gallopingarcher]

[Himeno has been having similar problems. Her shoes dull the clip of her hooves on the floor a bit, but it's still there, and there are so many people all moving at once that she's having a terrible time, bumping into more than one person, and stepping on more than one foot.]

Oh-- Oh no. I didn't mean--! Are you hurt?

[And of course, while apologizing to someone else, she backs right into Tumnu's way. She's a sturdy thing, so him knocking into her flank doesn't hurt her any, and the apologies start up again.]

Sorry! Oh no, why are there so many... Did I step on yo--eeeek!

[A faun is a familiar sight, moreso than most of the other people here, but she's used to clothes, so on getting a look, she promptly scales right up into a scream, and mortified, claps her hands over her eyes. Her face is red as a beet, and her ears press down until they're hidden in her mess of chestnut hair.]

Why are you naked?!

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[divineright]

[The station might be familiar to some, but to Aegil it's completely alien. When confronted with something like that, the mind usually fumbles for something vaguely similar - and in Aegil's case, all of her comparisons are negative. It reminds her, very distantly, of dark magic, of underground labs and murky darkness, unfamiliar and insane rituals, magic she's never even heard of.

The architecture, the technology, every bit of it makes her skin prickle with annoyance.

So, frankly, a complete stranger shoving themselves in her face and rattling off questions is a welcome reprieve. Aegil shrugs, with all the drama and self-importance of someone used to answering big questions, and having those answers matter.]

It's impossible to say at this point. Oh, they were very keen on telling me how I have to fight and defeat my enemies, about how the Seelie is the good and proper side of this war - but that just isn't good enough. If anything, it makes me more suspicious of their motives. [Not that she's going to go running to the Unseelie, either - just that she wants to get abreast of the situation before making a judgment call. Speaking of...]

What's your view, then? Or were you hoping to get your opinions secondhand?

[gloinul]

Oh that.

[He waves the comment off]

No, that wasn't nearly as awe-inspiring as meeting King of Dale, at least not at first.

[gandere]

[ Gasp. ] Really?

Oh that's great. You better go after them then and make sure they pay for ruining this precious... uh, appliance?

[ A television is an appliance, isn't it? ]

[lakeman]

...

[ Wait. What?

No, really. What? ]

I beg your pardon?

[faun_tumnus]

[][From a world that is all too similar to that which he has been brought, Tumnus only notes that Nastin appears to be some sort of elf that he has not seen before. He might be wrong entirely, as Narnia is known to bring strangers into its borders, but he has no real reason to question. An unfamiliarity with a particular species is hardly enough to stutter the faun's good manners.

He shifts slightly beneath her gaze, worries he has spoken out of turn. He knew the royalty of his world and his place, but this change in surroundings has turned everything he knows upside down.

It's her gentle smile that sets him at ease; at least for the moment. He makes a soft sound in the back of his throat, though he nods.]

It is r-rather a human game to do so, though the sovereigns of my own land ask n-nothing of the people that they themselves would not participate. [He gestures with his chin to those milling around, his stutter fading as his nerves settle.]

Particularly in this manner... I cannot imagine not attending festivities when you have summoned others from their own world. I think it would be absolutely best to be seen and offer personal word and advice to they you have brought.

P-particularly in regards to f-fighting their w-war. [Tumnus wasn't at all pleased to have been brought to a world on the brink of war after so soon recovering from one himself.] S-some of us h-have had more than our share of w-w-war.

[conservationist]

Yes, I'll ready the hounds immediately. Let me know if you see her again, too. She had brown pigtails, thought that "no one saw, so it's okay", and appeared to be a really awful liar.

yeahhh fight the system and don't mention slaves Erik please don't (goodbye Dorian)

[magestache]

Really now? Well, I'll have to try it.

[ Dorian smiles, raising his glass slightly toward Erik. See, these people have taste. And humor, evidently. Erik's not too bad on the eyes, either. That's always fun. And of course, Dorian speaks as though expecting an applause. For being, you know, Dorian. ]

Dorian Pavus. Pleasure to meet you.

i.

[cerebral]

Arrivals. [Or at least Charles came down with mingled hope and trepidation that he might see someone from home and had since felt an odd sense of relief and disappointment.] Technically you, in fact.

[He does a quick, non-intrusive scan of her forethoughts and it dawns on him that she hasn't a clue what's going on. And that he is once more a responsible adult.] Has anyone spoken to you yet?

[gandere]

Haa, I see what's going on here. [ So now she's all smiles, trying her best to not let loose her temper. ]

You're accusing me of being the shifty individual who broke this box.

[gloinul]

[Gimli laughs. He loves doing this.]

I met Bard, King of Dale--and unless you've a twin brother with the same name, I believe I am speaking to him again! Before he has slain a dragon and become king, however.

[conservationist]

It was a tough case to crack, but I think we've got our girl.

[gandere]

[ Haaaaaaaaaaa. Dangerous territory here, pal. ]

N-No way.

You have no way of proving it was my fault, now do you?

[falconkick]

[ he tugs the corners of his mouth down in consideration, still smiling, and glances away to the rest of the feast briefly. ]

Honestly, I don't know what I want to believe.

[ because that's what it boils down to, really, what he wants to put his faith in. a man can believe a lot of things without any of it being true. but - ]

Whole set up seems a little too elaborate for a lie, though, doesn't it?

[conservationist]

[He can feel the vibe (IBARA ALSO GIVES OFF THIS VIBE), but he's beyond caring.]

Only the mountain of self-incrimination, and that you can't lie your way out of a paper bag.

[falconkick]

[ he can't help it, he smiles brightly and nods his head. they know a whole lot more about barnes' apparent memory issues now that they have the kiev file; he wasn't sure what would stick when they've only met twice, and neither on the very best of circumstances.

sam wonders idly what barnes would consider this one to be, good or bad. hasn't decided himself yet, but they're off to a good start. barnes hasn't punched him or run away, for one thing. ]

That's right. Though you won't catch me flyin' around again any time soon.

[ because you broke his last set of wings, you jerk. no hard feelings, seriously, none at all he is just going to put rocks in your shoes one morning in the distant future nbd. he offers his hand, switching the cup of coffee from his right to his left so if barnes does deign to shake it, it doesn't have to be with the metal one. ]

Name's Sam Wilson. Steve calls me Sam, or the best friend he's ever made bullying on the National Mall, but you can just call me Sam if you want.

[ emphasis on 'if you want.' he won't even have any hard feelings if barnes doesn't take his hand; he'll stay nice and comfortable either way. ]

shh dorian you'll be fine i promise (no i don't i'm sorry)

[metalica]

If you want stomach troubles then please, be our guest.

[ His lip quirks into a barely-there half smile before he glances away. He's content to move on, really, before the glass is tilted his way and introductions are made. Huffing out a noise, Erik turns his head to nod, once, sharply. He can't see anyone else he knows so he might as well try and make nice (Charles would be so proud). ]

Erik Lehnsherr.

[ophiocordyceps]

[ Oh no, he is leaking. A life dedicated to solving a fungus-fueled zombie apocalypse disaster does not prepare you for naked, crying men. Actually, the last person she ever saw being close to tears was eaten by a handful of zombies.

With that thought encouraging her, empathy.exe attempts a relaunch. ]

You seem quite unfamiliar with having a functional body.

[ What a wonderful, if not entirely serious hypothesis that is. On the other hand, perhaps he had been paralyzed in some way, before having been brought here. That could almost be called logical. Or her hallucinations are going beyond wild now. The lab coat is temporarily withdrawn as she offers him a - badly scarred - hand instead. Perhaps he'll be more inclined to covering himself if he isn't lying on the ground. ]