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

[daventries]

[ He's right. When it comes down to it, both courts were willing to kidnap and coerce. One is not inherently better simply because they offer Order over Chaos. That is something she will need to remember. ]

A barony? And you've only been here a few months.

[ She's pleased, not for the lavishness or the power, but because Edgar deserves his own destiny and his own say in what will happen to him. And if that allows him a position in the Unseelie Court, then so be it.

Her eyes fly open wide when he speaks of death, and she tugs at his hand. ]

No. Edgar, we don't need to die. You don't need to die. I won't allow it!

[ Her heart sinks at the idea. ]

We will make this work. [ Which sounds...presumptuous, doesn't it? She flushes briefly and pouts. ] We can still see each other, no matter the cost. I'm not afraid.

[keystaff]

Ahead of you? [Well that's. New. Sakura may have the ability for prophetic dreams, but this is something else entirely. Something she isn't sure what to make of yet.]

Oh. I'm not sure I'm from that far ahead. I mean, it was...1998. So you probably figure more than I do.

[This is just. Confusing. And as for her clothes, well she can't really explain that right off like this beyond that her friend made them for dress up. Or, she might tell the truth if she comes to know and trust him more.]

[babbylon]

[Oh, heavens help him, this was one of those types. The invisible spell she has somehow cast fades, and with an irritable grumble, Gilgamesh shoves the hand away about as soon as she pulls it back. Not a moment too soon, either.

You can bet that someone upstairs seriously regrets placing Gilgamesh in Seelie right about now. Thoughts of I'm going to blow up everything and I'm going to blow up everything twice are currently sailing through his head, all courtesy of one overly curious cosmic being.

Jury is still out on the bedding, however.]

I am, indeed, the One and Only King of Kings, and of Heroes, who stands above all. [He'll accept the flattery, at least. Always the flattery.] And so you should know your place in daring to graze perfection with unworthy fingers. Apologize.

[bindsthedead]

You mean like how time flows differently between Ancelstierre and the Old Kingdom. Or between Life and Death.

[It's a disconcerting thought.]

Forgive me, I haven't introduced myself. I am Sabriel, fifty-third Abhorsen of the Old Kingdom.

hey lloyd had his reasons okay!!!

[idealistic]

[ it's most definitely a yes! all Noishe does is pant idly as he waits, dipping his head to accommodate Genis's short stature. bring on the pets, my friend.

after about a minute or so, the bushes in front of them will start to rustle, along with some frustrated grunts and an all-too familiar voice calling out for Noishe. eventually the source emerges from the bushes, brushing off his sleeves: his clothes are somewhat different from his usual dwarven wear, but it's definitely Lloyd.

he finishes brushing off the leaves before looking up at Noishe, eyes widening when he realizes why exactly he called him over. ]

...Genis?!

uh I haven't picked a court yet so WOOP

[arla]

[ Oh, then he's-- ]

You're right here with me, then.

[ Strange. She hadn't agreed with the decision to be placed in Caer Scima, though she can see why they would give her to Morla. She's surprised Bull is there as well. ]

And Dorian? I must have missed you both. I...didn't want to stay in the court.

[shamanism]

That may involve currying a certain amount of favor with the monarchs. [He's not sure he can bow his head and lie like that. He is honorable, Unseelie or not.] They brought us here, and they can send us back-- but their terms can change at any moment. Remind the others of that, and perhaps...

[He finishes the rest of that pastry quickly. Food and politics. This is the norm for them.]

How much empty territory exists?

[digophelia]

"I'm always late to you," It's good to see that his obsession for time hasn't changed, at all. He was always obsessed with time and tea, which was always hilarious considering she felt that he wasted time with tea. She brushes it off, she decides that she'll move and that he'll follow too. Why not? He was of Wonderland and Wonderland apparently follows her.

"Come on, then," She decides that staying her any longer may exasperate the situation and that more will follow along side the Hatter.

Little does she know that's not always the case, "You won't have to wait on me any longer."

[falconkick]

[ sam doesn't take any offense by it; rather the opposite, he's just a little bit delighted to see barnes willingly make contact, engaging conversation, however fleetingly. he's in good shape, all things considered, though sam catches the flippancy with his own name. steve had said he didn't respond to it, neither 'bucky' or 'james buchanan barnes'. names are important, personal.

sam keeps his eyes on barnes', says light as he can so barnes can know there's no pressure for an answer: ]

Do you have a preference?

[zangetsuha]

[Indeed, it seems strange for someone to linger around someone else they only look interested in starting a fight with. But he lingers all the same, eyes wandering about the landscape curiously, as if he sees what Thrall cannot. Maybe he does.

After a while of this odd staring, he announces with the same assured affect with which he arrived:]

If she is here, I can find her.

[That sure is an ominously large but hanging off the end of that sentence.]

[wipedclean]

[He won't... or can't, maybe, keep eye contact for long. He looks at Sam and drops his gaze, shifts it away, looks around the cafe at the street, keeping an eye on his surroundings.

He shakes his head.

He doesn't have a preference. They're supposed to be his names, but they're not yet, not really. He'll answer to them, but he doesn't think of himself as either.]

[tolivefortoday]

An orc? [ The word is familiar, at least. ] Really? My sisters told me about orcs once, that they were better off avoided, but you don't seem scary at all.

[ And something that never ventured into the forests back home, so she never expected to meet one. She sets the map down on the table and, since he went to the effort to make space, she will spread it out. It's nothing special, just something she's been keeping track of her own wanderings with, if the extra lines are any indication. ]

[shewasvery]

She freezes, just for a moment.

Because that's a face and a name she knows very well indeed, and they parted in far less than salubrious circumstances. And here he is, talking to her as if she never hunted him, never double-crossed him, never poisoned him—

He could be toying with her. But some prickle of intuition at the back of her neck suggests that his disingenuousness is genuine.

And so she smiles, warmly even, willing away that moment of astonishment, and shakes his hand firmly. "Victoria Lowell. The pleasure is all mine, Mr Gray. You've been here a while, I gather?"

[foraneye]

[Anyone can claim the rank of captain, but under the circumstances Èlise is willing to extend the benefit of the doubt—but only to the man, not to the monstrously large wolf that accompanies him.]

Èlise de la Serre. [She gives him a short nod, but doesn't take her eyes off the beast.] And what of this animal?

[babbylon]

Keep secrets and I'll kill you, mongrel.

[Less mindreading and more an uncannily precise guess of what Waver's cooking up in that overly gifted brain of his. But in either case, Gilgamesh lets the matter go. No use would come of prodding him here, and as always, Gilgamesh's overly inflated ego assures him he has nothing to fear, even without his Noble Phantasm.

No sooner does he brush past the topic does he move onto one arguably worse.]

Are the women of this Court all so disappointing in bed? The few I've taken seemed... lacking.

[ABORT MISSION.]

[foraneye]

[She eyes the horse, but doesn't immediately mount it.]

And what of you? I'm not so delicate that I must ride while you walk.

[But she will give the beast a pat on the nose.]

You don't have to travel alone now. Many of us have been brought here unexpectedly.

[ikols]

[ You make that abundantly clear, he thinks, and he offers to take the plate and fork off her. ]

Shall I be mother? A lack of tea abounds, but I can fill in quite nicely if you'll make a few concessions. [ See? He can help!! Also, this is riotous fun. What better way to fit in? ] Just tell me what you don't like and I'll steer well clear.

[magestache]

Yes, exactly. Bringing the Imperium wherever I go, that's me.

[ Dorian smiles back, even if it's something of a glare. It wouldn't be right if they didn't barb at each other at every chance. It's just the way of things.

Familiar is good. ]

That's one way to put it. Getting forced into a war neither of us has any stakes in is another.

Wirt | Over the Garden Wall| Undecided

[palaverous]

1. Feast
[A boy in a cape and bizarre gnome's hat is sitting at the feast and looking.

Well, terrified. The food at his plate is completely untouched as he's just staring at the hall in something that is in between awe and abject horror.]

Welp. That's it. We've gone from being lost to being kidnapped. It's just all going down hill from here. Trapped for all eternity in a dark in twisted land until our souls become like the land.

Lost and twisted.

[And hungry. He looks down to take a scoop off his plate when suddenly one of the caterers comes and grabs it out from under him. He stares at the empty spot in front of him.]

Oh. I wasn't going to it that anyway. Well, I was. Or I was thinking about it about if I was going to eat or if I wasn't.

[No one cares. The caterer is already out of sight.]

2. Around

[And now the kid is approaching you. He looks rather nervous and at the same time, completely put out. Like he really really doesn't want to do this but he has to. He shuffles up to you and starts a, clearly rehearsed, question.]

Hey, so my name's Wirt. And I'm lost. Or I was lost. But I guess now I'm kidnapped. But I don't know where this is either, so lost and kidnapped.

Anyway, me and my brother have to get home. [He gestures to the empty space beside him. Then blinks, realizing the mistake.] Well, he's Greg and he's... somewhere. Probably not getting into trouble No, he's getting into trouble. But anyway, if you could give us, or me, some directions and I'll go find him that would be great.

Or if you've even just seen him and could point me in that direction. That would be a good first step.

[Brother of the year, clearly.]

[lakeman]

I would offer you a drink, but you have beaten me to that as well.

All the same, if we are to be neighbors in this land, then you are welcome in whatever quarters I can claim as my own. Sir.

[video]

[bonnypiperlad]

[It definitely is - which might mean that what comes next isn't so much of a surprise.]

Bagpipes. Although I've experience with some other similar instruments as well, I used to be a piper. Well. I still am, but I'll admit it's been awhile since I've been able to properly play. You'd not be looking for someone right away, would you?

[gordianknots]

[Waver wonders how well Gilgamesh will take to the fact that the whole place runs on secrets - starting with the monarchs and trickling on down. He's about to say something to that effect when--

--well, give him a minute to formulate an answer.]

I couldn't tell you. I don't reside in either court.

or you fix one thing and there were actually two things wrong...

[magestache]

And what language is it you speak?

[ He's heard of words not being adequate for expressing the... vastness of the Fade and all that, but "cat" is really not up there on his list of guesses. ]

So he's like family. [ Dorian sounds almost fond at the thought of it. Family... Even weird spirits have family, huh? ] That does explain the ever-present nagging.

[typemoonmoon]

Ohhh did I offend you? [ It isn't an apology, but she does recognize that she may have. Her hand stops mid-air to collide with his own, unmoving as testament to her own strength. It isn't as if she means to show off--the result of stopping results in her doing just that. ]

You didn't seem to mind it just a moment ago.

[ Bringing her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear in thought, she fails to acknowledge how dangerous the situation is. ]

Since you introduced yourself, it's only fair I do the same. I'm the White Princess of the True Ancestors, Arcueid Brunestud.

[second_time_around]

[He shakes his head.]

I don't remember being here at all. Last thing I remember, I was in the Halls of Mandos.

[You can see how this is confusing to him, since he was dead.]

When... how long have you been here? Where are our other sons?