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

[gelenka]

I loved my brother. He was my only family for years, but yes, he sold me. [Viserys was her only protection and she was his shadow. She had been hurt when he had sold her to Khal Drogo, but it was their best option for regaining the Iron Throne. It was only after Khal Drogo and the Dothraki encouraged her to gain confidence as their Khaleesi that she began to fight back against Viserys's abuse.]

I do not know. [She smiles a little at the thought.] I cannot see it being possible. Dragons are quite...large.

[of_the_lake]

[He was beginning to think she was a fairy. She behaved oddly, had an odd and ethereal presence and even seemed dangerous when she was spoke. His mother told him he would scarcely meet anymore people like her, but he supposed she was speaking facetiously.]

You aren't eating, despite your hunger. Are you fasting?

[Yes, he could hear the stomach rumbling despite the crowd. Yes, he was a monster.]

[enjoymyatelier]

[Honestly, after being in this world for so long, seeing girls with cute animal parts is... barely anything, really. Why not, maybe she's got cool magic he can talk about...]

Well, everything is really very good, so perhaps you really ought to find something you like best and only go for that.

[dragmire]

"Such an easy thing to claim," he said dismissively. He had done much the same once, when he sought to bring his people out of the desert. But that was another life and he did not have the Gerudo any longer. But he did not believe her. While he agreed with her that power was neither good or evil, he did not believe her aims could ever be so small.

"Yet, I would claim the very same thing."

[shewasvery]

"Tetris!" Victoria laughs. "My goodness, Dorian, I'm surprised you came up for air from that one. After a while of that, one starts to imagine little blocks filling in gaps between words on a page, or in a skyline. Perhaps it's just as well such things are only limited to one place in this land."

She reaches into her bag and takes out her own (tiny, glass, cased in leather) phone, which of course does nothing at the moment. "You see, I've got one of my own. But I deleted Tetris off of it quite some time ago."

[shewasvery]

Victoria, like all of the Foundation's field agents, has been taught to look for micro-expressions. She's aware of something like a hesitation; blink and you'll miss it. Or blink and you might imagine it happened. At that particular moment, a minor disturbance across the room catches her attention, so she misses anything that might tell her more.

"That reminds me—do tell me that there's some kind of library to be had here," she says. "And if there is one—what manner of things might one find there? The lore of this place exclusively, or perhaps more?"

[withbite]

It really wouldn't surprise me if that was the case.

[Humans were randy, rutting things. Vampires were, too, but he'd yet to meet a vampire that was into anything other than humans. Not that he'd met every vampire, but...]

[enjoymyatelier]

[...it's really tempting to lash out, even though he knows he'd just die --- even in the unlikely circumstance that it wasn't now, it would most definitely be later. So he takes a breath that's sharpened by the pain, but... well, if he wasn't used to dealing with pain, he wouldn't be a mage, so he is able to continue the conversation on without making a scene.]

...he's somewhere or other, doing something noble, I'd imagine. Given the change in circumstances, I can't really say I care one way or another what he's up to, honestly.

[maybe someone else will adopt that poor dog...]

[spectretwo]

( If he expects Hera to be shocked or otherwise act ashamed at being caught out, he's going to be gravely mistaken. Instead she smiles at him - sliding into a seat across from him with practiced ease. He's good, and Hera likes seeing that. It's a point in his favor in her mind. )

Maybe I'm just exceptionally clumsy.

( Not a denial of her actions - what would be the point? )

[kyosu]

[ She doesn't recognize this person, so Sakura immediately puts her guard up. She's not paranoid (not too paranoid at least) but Rin had her reservations about talking things publicly, so she'll be careful not to say too much.

For now she'll smile softly, though. ]

Ah, yes. I was born and raised there.

[tamamoe]

[ Now there's an excellent idea from the nice gentleman! Just stick to one type of food and go from there. ]

Good idea! [ But now she has to face the quandary of what to choose. ] Hmmm...perhaps chicken.

[ Because she's a fox or a jackal or something. It's funny. ]

[unnatural_animal]

[He makes a dismissive noise, shrugs and turns his attention back to his drink. He still doesn't understand the whole 'other worlds' thing and prefers to ignore the intricacies of it if at all possible.]

Is that the name of your country? Westeros?

oof im late sorry!!

[rube]

Jeepers.

[he nearly falls over when she bumps against him, not expecting the contact. he ruffles the fur of her back a bit, in a you're welcome sort of gesture. amaterasu is the most human animal he's come across.]

Got an owner?

[or something? it seems weird to see an animal without someone around.]

sure can o7

[merelychewed]

[ Draco looks up from his meal, squinting slightly at the woman who approaches. By now, he has gotten used to this, that in this world not all fear his kind, that they would approach something so massive. Not that he prefers the sword and slay approach, not in the least.

He'll take a second to try and wipe sheep's blood off of his muzzle, then he will snort softly, amused, and reply. ]

My lady, I can assure you that that is not any particular worry of mine.

[babbylon]

Something noble. Unlike yourself.

[Gilgamesh only relents enough in pressure to prevent him from outright screeching. Not because he cares about making a scene, but it would degrade him by proxy, standing so close and breathing in his filth.

And he is close. Gilgamesh is very, very close and seems content on remaining that way for however long this interrogation lasts.]

Have they wrangled you into obedience, as well? Or is it simply your nature to schmooze with your betters and hope they don't notice the pig in their midst? [Another long-winded way of insulting you, just in case you were uncertain.] I suggest you start explaining why you're not a corpse right now, before I correct that mistake.

[babbylon]

[Well, he's not letting Rider cop out, either. Fair's fair, Not Friend.]

Keep him out of sight and out of trouble, then, before I steal him away. There are several uses I could think of...

[babbylon]

Then you already know what I might ask of you.

[And Gilgamesh has humility enough, shockingly, to look honest about it. He's not beating around the bush for what he wants, not this time. Perhaps Sinuhe's quick and clever retreat to good manners paid off.

Gilgamesh goes on without sparing a single thought to those others who might be listening in. What does he care? He is the natural ruler, and so has nothing to fear from them or anyone else.]

I grant you leisure to act freely. So long as you report back to me, what interesting things you learn as you go about your business... we'll overlook your ill-born status in service of a higher authority.

samantha grimm | doom | seelie

[microscopes]

Caer Glaem:

[you know who's warily eyeing this whole place? Samantha is. it's some fairy tale gilded palace, not a place that should actually exist anywhere outside of a picture. and this isn't her dream, where it was reasonable enough to follow little pixies that wanted to show her the way, this is real life. she'd even discreetly pinched herself and the pain was enough to convince her that this whole crazy scenario was definitely in the waking world. shards, Allaidh Darach, mentions of a war...

okay. she can work with that, since these fairies don't seem to listen to her protesting that she's no soldier. the next thing to do, since it doesn't seem too dangerous at the moment, is to take a look around if this is to be her "new home". it's pretty, she thinks, if a little--or a lot--bit too much.

eventually she ends up in a courtyard somewhere, taking a break after getting turned around and somewhat lost in the huge structure, and she sits on one of the stone benches to rest her feet. as she does, she looks down at the material -- well maintained, but not brand new.]

Must've taken decades to build this place...

[it's said to herself, as she thinks about all the physical parts of the castle. the magic, that would have to be something she came to terms with later.]

locket, voice:

What's the best way to make sure fairies stay out of your room? They've been rearranging my things, and I'm sure locking the door doesn't matter to them.

or wildcard.

[hewhoisalone]

[There's a moment of uncomfortable silence that Sinuhe can't entirely disguise before he speaks again. This has rather put a kink into his plans of learning what he could of this place's medicine, then going off to follow in his father's footsteps. He can't imagine Gilgamesh would care to hear what a physician of the poor has to relate about his patients.]

And where shall I find you, lord, when you have need of me?

caer glaem!

[chromosomes]

[ John's missed the last several feasts, and truthfully, he doesn't exactly want to come back for this one. He feels like he should, though; some half-formed feeling in the back of his mind, a tug in his gut that urges him forward.

He tries to dress like he would at home for the feasts, just in case; as much as he wouldn't mind seeing a few people from home, John could do without the bullshit. (Especially if it's from someone he doesn't actually want to see, someone like Sarge who may or may not remember what had happened on Olduvai.) Black pants, an old (even older for them, considering the year they're from) band t-shirt from the Station and a hoodie -- not exactly too warm in the cold night air, but John isn't actually expecting to stay out in the courtyard for long.

But he hears a voice that's familiar, that he's known since he was born, and everything stops. ]

Sam?

[gallopingarcher]

Grandfather is always going on about how my cousin and I would have been princesses if we'd lived even a couple hundred years ago. I wonder...

[But she'll jump that obstacle when she comes to it. If the room is too small, maybe someone will listen to reason and help her get a bigger one. It's not like she's demanding to be treated like a princess; she just wants space to move comfortably.]

Like being in a period drama? Oh, that sounds so exciting!

[Then her ears droop.]
But I don't know any magic...

[babbylon]

Indulging myself in this realm's spoils, most likely.

[Gilgamesh speak for getting drunk, getting laid, with a strong chance of both at the same time. He seems to find his own joke rather funny, chuckling in an unnerving sort of way, but it's probably a good sign that he's laughing instead of... well, laughing while splitting someone else apart.

He supposes he could give a clearer answer, after several awkward seconds of this.]

Ah... well... they call this palace Caer Glaem, I'm told. You may summon me with your finest wine, otherwise. Rest assured I'll find it.

[microscopes]

[the outfit she was wearing when she left Olduvai isn't very warm, but fashion had been the last thing on her mind when she'd gone on her little exploration. it's getting chilly, and soon she's going to want to go back inside. after she's done calculating how big a team must have worked on the halls, of course. that type of guesswork was familiar, comforting, a touchstone in this entire ball of weirdness.

and then a voice she'd know anywhere in any universe, and she looks up.]

John?

[he'd been dragged into this, too? Samantha gets to her feet, craning her neck in the direction that his voice had come from. it could be wishful thinking, she knows, some fairyland induced hallucination, but it had an equal chance of being her brother.]

[ex_halberd259]

( Hm, interesting. She'll give this one a pass, because there's only one sunstone. Or is there? This is merely what she is aware of. )

To chart a course. Else we could not sail into open waters.

( Screw computers, and written alphabets! Runes beat out everything. )

His restraint was impressive. We didn't make it easy for him. ( Oh, this is good. ) You would surrender without a fight?

[hewhoisalone]

[He doesn't mention that he already knows the name of the palace, or that he's already inside of it himself. Or that he doesn't intend to leave it for a good while. (At least until the white stuff outside disappears.) This seems to be a situation where it's wisest to give his new liege lord a wide berth for as long as he possibly can.

He doesn't bow as he did before, but he nods, deep and respectful.]

As you will it.