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

[ben_hassrath]

[ Well, that sucks for the Fade nerds of the world, but Bull looks happy to hear that. ]

I think that might be my new favorite thing about this place.

[gordianknots]

I mostly just look grumpy if anyone drops it. The first holder of the title and I didn't see eye to eye, and I'm glad to not have to think of him if it can be avoided.

[So, a massive problem, what with Kayneth in the Drabwurld itself.]

It is an option. It's just not a popular one, because the courts provide so much. Protection, food, water, clothing, all the basics. Stay around, they put you to work for them, and integrate you into the system. [Waver's lips thin, unhappy.] An unpleasant cycle, repeated for centuries.

[dirth]

[ Ugh. ]

Of course you would enjoy it. We cannot expect everyone to understand or welcome the nature of the Fade.

[ You are the worst friend ever, Bull. ]

[magestache]

[ Dorian smiles, returning the gesture with his own glass. There's something almost funny about the sight of him, tall and powerful, holding a regular-sized glass just like the rest of them. No, scratch that, it's really funny. Dorian is saving this for future mockery. ]

I'm sure you can have something cooked up. There's bound to be ale around here somewhere-- mix in a bit of sewage and it'll taste just like home.

[ Says the guy who enjoys that sewage-tasting piss water. The shame, Dorian. ]

[dirth]

[ Solas moves, urging Cole to walk forward without touching him, still careful and considerate of the boundaries that the spirit wishes to keep. He is unique, special, and for all that he finds him curious and wondersome Solas does care for him. More, perhaps, than he should. ]

I have yet to see anyone, but that may change. I don't think either of us have looked around.

[ Stepping forward, he motions for Cole to follow. ]

Come. Outside.

o3.

[steeledskin]

Powers!

[ such mild repetition. sansa folds her hands on her lap and leans in towards her locket. ] Do you speak of magic?

[moogling]

[Sometimes age doesn't matter when you're looking for a heroine!]

I'm trying to eat it! But I can't reach it!

[She might resort to standing on the table next.]

[moogling]

[Table manners? Oh Aerich, her new parents are doing their best, but believe it is impossible.]

Well, I am hungry. This is really good though. You shouldn't miss out!

[thedominatrix]

[Irene's brows hike up. Delicately:]

Is magic a limited resource, in your experience?

[Neutral enough to hint at but not necessarily betray the fact that she had long ago personally consigned all such things to the realm of fairytales. A realm which, about an hour ago, she stumbled into.]

[conservationist]

Oh, I see. [Well, that's easily solved. He leans over to move the cake closer to her, and looks around for a serving knife.]

b.

[steeledskin]

A -- drummer?

[ she loves music: singing and the fine plucking of harp strings. she supposes a drummer must beat upon a drum. but it's a funny way to hear it called. ]

[ben_hassrath]

[ No, the worst friend award goes to the guy that peaces out with no word or explanation to anyone. ]

I understand it plenty. You dream there, demons live there, and that's about all you need to know.

[ How can you not love his interpretation, it's basically spot on, as far as he's concerned. ]

[moogling]

[When he stumbles, there's a high shriek!]

Don't step on me! It's rude!

[That voice is pipping up from a very little girl down below.]

o1

[brainiest]

[ Hermione, in standard fashion, is going around and helping as many people as she can. When she spots someone in a corner staring at the foot as though it might bite him (which, really, is a logical thought given the nature of how some people turn up here) all she can do is step closer and offer a soft smile. He seems a little uncomfortable and she wants to do what she can to help. ]

It's not poisoned, I promise.

01

[moogling]

[It's not his child, but where he's sitting, a small hand starts to grope the tabletop. The trouble is, she's not tall enough to SEE the tabletop, so she's just reaching on a moogle-wing and a prayer. Excuse her. She's just going to relieve the table of that delicious looking meatbun right there.

Don't mind her at all.

Oh, did she stick her fingers in your potatoes? Not to worry, they're still good!]

just slavery and blood magic, nbd

[magestache]

Well, this Morla sounds delightful, I must say. Can't wait to meet her.

[ For all his false-cheer, Dorian scoffs. He'd seen for himself just how easy it was to entice people into a war. "For the glory of the empire," as they say in Tevinter. Or for food and drink and a few years off your service, whichever gets you to lay your life on the line for a war no one really cares about anymore.

Huh, maybe this really is just like home. Well, the shoe's on the other foot now, isn't it Dorian? ]

And the price for such a reward? A few days on front lines, or a few 'missions' of disturbing the other side?

hhhhh

[vrykolakas]

[A dull tapping. Hard fingernails on the wood of a desk.]

Troubled by the dead.

[The voice is a low hiss, scratchy and dusty and cold and tired.]

Some of the dead are troubled by the Drabwurld.

[dirth]

[ Rude. ]

It's far more complicated than that, Bull. Putting it into such simple words completely dismisses all that the Fade itself can offer.

[ And you know it. ]

Re: Dolores Umbridge | Seelie Court

[lyorning]

Aerich wasn't exactly in the mood to mingle, but it appeared duty expected it, and he was a man of duty. So have a tall -- still shorter than Hagrid, but well past what humans normally aspired to -- well dressed man with a wineglass. "Good evening to you."

[numberonecastlefan]

[There are few people that Kate trusts are her side in the middle of an investigation. And Castle, despite all his idiosyncracies, is at the top of hat short list.

And not just because they're engaged.

But cases involving children have always made her anxious. Between frantic parents, creeps who stoop to taking children and the pressure of finding them before something bad happens, she'd rather have a good old murder case any day of the week.]

Castle, we have to find this girl. We aren't just dealing with people who take make-believe too seriously. There are real vampires here.

same old same old shrug

[metalica]

She is unique.

[ And that is the most flattering word Erik can find for her. He shakes his head, trying not to let on just how distasteful he finds the monarchy here -- because for all that he has played by the rules, at least in appearances, he has no time for anything that she asks of him. He goes out of his way to deny it more often than not.

He will continue to do so until there is no other option. ]

That depends. It can be taking part in a hunt or taking part in a battle.

1! fine with spoilers

[strollingplayer]

[Balthier's, in a word, drifting. People watching, to be more specific. He isn't really looking for anything in specific, just gauging reactions, watching the motley crew that's been assembled. All that talk about Shardbearers, plural - presumably, most of them came here the same way he did.

Well, hopefully not the same way. The sack made for a rather bumpy ride.]

Not to your liking? [He sidles his way to the man's side, back to the wall the whole time - a few steps sideways and he's there, looking at Solas out of the corner of his eye.]

If it's any consolation, the wine's not much to speak of, either. [He raises his glass and drinks what's left in it anyway, frowning as it goes down.] Too sweet, and too heavy. Impressive.

[visitant]

[ Solas, Solas. He looks and sees what cole is, what he truly is, he tells him to forgive and he does, he forgives and is lighter for it. A feather on the wind. Solas, protection, pride, sorrow. He will never let anyone use Cole, never let them twist him bind him turn him into what he is not. ]

I don't need to look? [ He says tilting his head. ] They remember, call out.

[ Ah, yes. Cole is quick to follow, keeping just a step behind him. ]

[metalica]

She is exquisite.

[ Which is true. Morgana's dragon is beautiful, dangerous, and perfect for the companion she keeps. ]

Interesting and dangerous. I hope you don't intend to go alone.

[bychance]

That's right, sweetheart. A drummer. One of the best around.

[ He's also modest and reserved, as she can plainly see. ]