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

[uneulogized]

What if that's half the point? I'm still making up my mind about everything.

[Jason's clever enough to know that he shouldn't give too much away. Being social seems like it's important in a world like this, and with everything laid out before him. But that doesn't mean he has to play his entire hand. A name is just a name, especially a name like Jason Todd, but without that little tag attached to him, he could be just any guy. Harder to nail him down that way. That means he can slip from one mode to another if asked for it and he needs it.

Of course, if someone's going to go for that right away, he might as well indulge them.

Somewhat:]

So, let's see if you can earn it. Come along nicely, think fast, and you might end up with my name. Kind of like ... [He motions his hand vaguely.] Rumpelstiltskin.

[If this guy decides to be inflexible, though, Jason will drop the gag.]

lockets.

[fiamme]

[She knows that voice -- ]

There is no means of inter-dimensional travel that I've found. Technology is completely useless and the nobility will not speak to new arrivals directly.

[Does she sound mad, because she mad. ]

They are very rude. The Justice League are not here either, if that is what you were asking. I didn't check, but Superman is very hard to miss. He is very righteous and blue.

[thank god, 100% sure she does not have the patience to deal with rational adults. Oh, but -- ]

Arsenal is not here either. It's very disappointing, I was hoping he would test the food first.

[this is probably really surreal for you Jason. ]

Oh -- it's Starfire. Hello!

[skjalf]

( the way her brows furrow together and her nose wrinkles should tell him all he needs to know before she even says anything in response. who? the only name of the lot she is familiar with is george.

and the only george she's known has been dead since she was a little girl. )

Nay. My name is Elizabeth. His Grace, Edward the fourth was my father.

[depicted]

I can point you to a good book on that.

[He sure as hell isn't explaining.]

absolutely not too late! :D bring on the ancient banter!

[babbylon]

[An interesting form of response. Gilgamesh would critique the man for it, too, if not for mention of Thebes and of Pharaohs and things that precious few knew about beyond their history books.

For this reason, Gilgamesh is unusually gracious, forgoing any further attempts at pressing his ego and simply inquiring thus:]

You speak of the fertile valleys, beyond the desert sand? I would hear more of these travels.

[falconkick]

[ it wouldn't be the first time he's wished he could read what's on someone's mind, but alas, he's left to guessing. sam meets his stare with patient eyes, watches the conflict burn through him even before barnes shakes his head and walks away.

sam can't hear it, but he can guess. even if barnes found the words to say it himself, no one in the world will understand what he's been through, what he's dealing with now. but he can guess.

he waits a few seconds for barnes to get - situated, for lack of a better word, before he quietly follows after him. he leaves a safe distance of a few steps between them when he stops and asks, tone light and patient; barnes has all the room he might need to say no: ]

Is it okay if I sit with you?

[with_a_smile]

She matched his gaze, easily holding it where others might have flinched away. She was still beside him, as if carved from marble, though only her eyes moved. Her breath eased past her lips, but it wasn't a sigh of regret, they didn't feel regret. It was how they survived, how they accomplished.

"Yes. But this way you won't get bored." That faint smile quirked her lips, "Did you run the risk of that back home? After all you finally got what you, what we craved for so long."

[badlysocialized]

[ugh he so prefers human intelligence gathering to paper research. paper research is-

Finch's thing. He starts to reach for his earpiece and scratches the back of his neck instead.] Okay. You spend a lot of time here?

[uneulogized]

[Things that Jason Todd is not: familiar enough with Starfire to be spoken to this way. Sure, he guesses he doesn't dislike her, but after years of being dead and running around learning how to kill people the most efficient way possible, it's really, really surreal.

Too surreal.]

I think you have me mixed up with someone else.

[Like a certain Dick Grayson. That'd make more sense for that tone for just about everything.]

[wipedclean]

[His brow furrows and he glances in Sam's direction without really looking at him. Looking away again, down at his hands, one metal, one... normal, sort of, he shrugs once and gives a short nod. It's okay.]

[benumbing]

[What is this ceaseless babbling? No really, what is it. Saved the world? He's calling bullshit. Jack can only stare at him and wonder exactly how much of that he could take, no matter how much he enjoys watching his lips move. But he'll give him his little chance to talk about himself before showing him a real reason to brag.]

Jack Benjamin. Prince Jack Benjamin.

[Bet he's got a nicer room. Jack would offer to show it to him but he's afraid he would either burn it down or fill it with lingerie models.]

[rememberyoursin]

"Humans are rarely invited to the functions of witches." She almost gloated. "But oho, you must be quite the gentlemen to have been to so many grand affairs in the past. "

[fiamme]

[-- sweats. ]

Are you certain? Your voice is very familiar.

[You know for a girl who says she doesn't remember, there is a tiny voice inside praying please don't be Nightwing. Though Nightwing is probably being replaced with that dude I don't wanna remember.

He definitely doesn't sound like Red Robin, but if she's being honest Red Robin's voice was kind of like a high pitched drone with words. ]

That is unfortunate. Who is this?

[hewhoisalone]

I have traveled to many lands. Amurru, Syria, Hattusa, Babylon, Crete, and others. Which would you hear of?

[falconkick]

[ damn, if that distant gaze isn't a sore sight. sam measures out a breath carefully before shuffling over to the opposite wall of the alley, so he can sit facing barnes an arm's breadth away.

he won't say anything, though, not for a short while. barnes found a small and quiet place to tuck himself away, welcomed sam into some small corner of it. he's content to leave it at that, if that's what b wants; he'll just drink his coffee quietly, patiently.

he'll start talking again in a few minutes if barnes doesn't wanna break the silence himself, but for now, sam'll simply wait at his side. ]

[babbylon]

[To ask for all of the above feels too much like cheating, even for Gilgamesh, and he need not hear tales of the very empire he led. No, a better request would be...]

Your favorite.

[hewhoisalone]

I have no favorite among them. Some nations were possessed of great wonders and others of great horrors, yet a man who has drunk of Nile waters cannot quench his thirst elsewhere. I was but a foreigner and observer in each. They are all therefor equal in my eyes as all are not the land my heart longed to see.

[Yeah, he's a little formal, but it's just the way he writes. At least there aren't actual hieroglyphics involved.]

[enjoymyatelier]

[...Kayneth tilts his head and squints a bit.

...you know something does look kind of familiar here...]

...ah, wait, are you a... distant cousin, then...?

[depicted]

Oh. He doesn't notice the particular details, but he does witness the lack of ring. "My apologies for the assumption. But no, I am not much of anything, truth be told. Rather, I am a gentleman. That doesn't much carry over here."

[babbylon]

[A slow, steady raise of eyebrows follows. He may not have offended yet, but best to tread cautiously with this touchy Servant.]

Not even if you were in the presence of a King among them?

sorry for the small delay!!

[lefthands]

[ She's well versed in means and ends and everything in between; she certainly doesn't doubt that there was more to his coming to offer his knowledge and help than simply good will or intent. But it was knowledge, and that was a currency she enjoyed dealing with (even if it was jut the slightest bit unnerving, how nondescript everything about him was; how little she could actually trace).

She hums, a quiet little melody beneath the near ambient sound of those around them. ] I would have been truly surprised if they did offer water at such a - celebration.

In fact, I'm rather surprised that was just tea. Our hosts seem adventurous, after all. [ There's a tint of annoyance, there, one she doesn't care to hide too much. There was too much unknown here still, and what she did know was unnerving at best. Only fools would see this merriment as that alone. ]

[hewhoisalone]

I have met many foreign kings and princes and count some of them as friends. Their presence would change little.

[bolincredible]

[ She's the best friend he has in terms of not leaving him to look lame all by himself. Bolin trusts to her word of waiting and gets to work on politely shuffling over through the lines of people headed in and out. This, at least, he's pretty handy at doing by now. ]

You have no idea how great it is to see you again! Like, you might think you know, but you totally don't.

[ I'm sorry he's going straight for the bearhug. ]

[wipedclean]

[He watches Sam sit, but his gaze shifts back to his hands again and he just sits in silence, listening to the noises of the Station, which sound a little distant here in the alley. There's nothing he wants to say, and instead he tries to just... keep from thinking about... everything.

Easier said than done, really.]

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[bolincredible]

[ Aww, little guy.

Bolin has totally been down that road of wonderment before. He's one to strongly encourage it. ]

It's all totally free! Believe me, if it wasn't, I'd be in a lot of debt by now.