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!

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[stickanarrowinureye]

[First thought: Run! Second thought: Where? Third thought: Piss.]

Oh, great. And General Uptight arrives blowing his horn.

I did nothing. Just standing and eating.

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[candyrocks]

[Meanwhile, he has a plate piled much higher than he could ever eat of food all mushed together, and he's dumping an entire gravy boat on top. Only half listening to Wirt mumble to himself.]

Sorry, what was that? If your veggies got too twisted up to eat, you can have a bite of my gravy storm.

[snipers]

[ she stares at him for a few moments more before making a great big show out of rolling her eyes and getting up from her seat at the bench.

aaaand then she's gone. down the hall. like the caterer. but she's only gone for about ten minutes before she returns with another plate of food for wirt, setting it down in front of him and taking her seat again.

curiously, she hasn't really touched her own meal... ]

Eat up, don't just sit there.

Basch fon Ronsenburg | Final Fantasy XII | Seelie

[notruejudge]

A. Caer Glaem, stables

[Basch has had enough of the feast--he cares little for wine, nor the loose tongues that accompany it. He's heard enough of this place, spoken to enough of the people here, to know that there will be no easy way back to Ivalice. His lord is not here. What else is there to do, then?

For a start, he's come down to the stables to secure himself a mount. The attendant fairyfolk seem willing enough to lend him a steed... but when he reaches the stall that they've pointed out, he finds himself face to face with a large chestnut-colored horse. Do they not ride chocobos, here?

Anyone in the stables will see, at least for a moment or two, a tall, blond, scarred man in ornate full plate armor staring at a horse.

This is what we call "dithering."]


B. Just outside Caer Glaem

[Eschewing the Judicer's plate that seems a touch redundant, Basch has wandered outside the stronghold to the surrounding meadows, clad in a simple linen shirt and breeches. There's a sword belt around his waist, the only outward sign that he expects to encounter any sort of difficulty.

He cares little for this situation, but from what he's gathered that's nothing new or special in any way. Moreover, no amount of his own dislike will change anything. So for the first time in possibly years, Basch is going to go outside and smell the roses. Literally.

He's been a knight for the entirety of his adult life, and he's been a Judge Magister for the last year, living in his brother's shadow. For the first time in a year he can tell the people around him his true name. For the first time in longer still he can tell them his name and not be called "kingslayer" in return. There are things that must be done, aye, but there is also time to be himself for a change. Time to take a walk outside and enjoy the sunshine on his face.

Find him anywhere outside the castle strolling in the meadows.]


C. Choose your own adventure And remember kids, for those who know Gabranth, this guy is literally the same guy except for a scar across his brow. Have fun with that.

[ikols]

[ Maybe it's all an elaborate renfaire, there are possibilities within possibilities! Could be. (It's not.) ]

Something against spit, more specifically. [ Two fingers slide the bowl over to her. ] Knock yourself out if you don't believe me, Guin.

[fabulosa]

"Sharpay." There's an echo of heels since she's rarely seen without them, although she might have to eventually forego them - a problem for another day. Right now, she was far too focused on the shade of the drink. "Oh my god, it's pink." A welcome distraction to the creepy creatures bopping around.

She takes a tentative sip, eyes going wide. "How have I never had this before?" There's a beat as she gives the other woman a once-over. "So, have you been stuck here long?"

B!

[premier]

[Maker preserve her, Vivienne nearly jumped at the unexpected appearance. But she did not, through sheer force of will, which is for the better. The moment a demon knows with certainty it can surprise you is the moment it is all over. That, they taught her well.

She adjusts her clothes to occupy her hands and give her a moment's pause, and then fixes Cole - no, not "Cole," not some harmless boy who natters on and means well - the demon, with a stern glare. She musn't forget herself, no matter where she is. The Game is lost for less.]

A weapon?

[What else should he want fixed?]

[babbylon]

[Gilgamesh may consider himself King of Kings, but he remains at his core a Servant, and so senses his fellow long before he comes strolling along in all his casual splendor. And he cannot object when Lancer pours him more drink; clever as the spear from which he draws his namesake, he understands how to pay the King proper tribute and respect, and so the King respects him for this in kind.

They are not equals and could never be, but Gilgamesh will dine and drink with him, as he would his own men. He gestures to the empty seat beside him, to indicate Lancer is welcome there as long as he doesn't start running his mouth.]

Don't expect such flattery again, lest your ego swell overmuch.

[Rich words from Gilgamesh, but it also might be a jest. Might.]

[sangilak]

[ there's a friendly laugh, and then the shaking of the locket as korra climbs onto naga's back ]

Of course! If you're near Caer Glaem I can find you — but if you're anywhere else, we might have to meet at the Station.

a because i can.

[duodecimal]

[ Now if you'd have told the Doctor he'd hear that voice in anything other than a memory of times— long past, he'd have told you that you're an idiot. Also probably that it was impossible, but calling you an idiot would have been the far more important part. The point is that hearing that voice— that particular voice that even after as many regenerations as he's had he hasn't forgotten is a little weird. Not bad, but weird and enough that it startles him for a moment. What on Earth is doing in Unseelie? Shouldn't he be in Seelie with Clara? Maybe, the Doctor isn't one hundred percent sure on the exact reasoning behind picking people and placing them in one court or another.

Still, what Jamie says has the Doctor letting out what sounds like a snort. It should have been a laugh but he honestly had tried to smother it so he wouldn't draw attention to himself. At least he mostly manages to smother the smile he's got going on. Even he still looks ever so slightly amused. ]

I don't think your friend flew you here. At least— not in the middle of the fairies. [ See also: My aim wasn't that bad back then. Probably. ] Reasonably nice. Less festive than the last one. They went all out for Yule, surprisingly enough.

[ A pause. ] I don't suppose you've seen your friend around here yet.

[typemoonmoon]

During the last Full Moon, I chose to speak with the planet itself. [ Arcueid speaks resolutely, without a hint of untruth to her words. Lying is something she has no use for. ] There are many Greater Powers channeling into it in an attempt to keep it alive.

[ Dropping to one knee before him not to exalt, but to place a hand against the ground, it seems as if she's confirming her words for herself. ]

That's why I chose to not form a pact with this world. During the next Full Moon, I'll seek it out instead. If the planet can't support a system like myself, then I'll have to protect it via reflection of the moon.

[tolivefortoday]

Well, I think I like the sound of your orcs much more than the ones they knew.

[ But at the mention of the map, she turns her attention to that topic, looking down at it the same as him. ]

These? Mmhm! They are! I've gotten far, but there's still so much more to see. I'm trying to get to all the different forests right now.

[snipers]

[ almost immediately yukari freezes up, frightened that this girl only knows of her name through gossip and heresay, and of course that makes yukari sick to her stomach. it's not that yukari's not a cuddly girl, it's just... well, no, that's exactly it. she's really not big on physical affection and that alone would make her extremly uncomfortable in this tight hug.

it lasts for only a second before she pushes minako back by the hips, putting a good space between them. ]

Uhm, sorry, but... do I know you?

[moogling]

[Eiko scratches her head at the question.]

Well, I haven't seen anyone I know yet.

[Though that might not be exactly what he meant. Since he called her child, he might think she can't take care of herself, which is not true, of course. She has taken care of herself for a long time!]

[anarchos]

Because I like to time my kidnappings with inconvenience. [Hello to you to, Raven. Fortunately, he recognizes that's her form of greeting.]

[Bellamy also recognizes the kind of person she is, and makes no sign that he's going to help her, or pity her, or anything of the sort. Not unless she asks, or he needs to get her out of there fast. What he does instead is let his eyes dart around them, looking for more familiar faces, on guard for possible threats.]

I don't think here is Earth anyway. [Which is kind of baffling and frustrating to admit.]

[moogling]

Hurt my stomach? Don't be silly! I've eaten all kinds of stuff.

[You don't even wanna know. The idea of hurting her stomach over cake is just some old wives tale, anyway. Something to keep her and cake apart. She's not falling for that.]

[premier]

[No blood rituals, if you please.

Vivienne has somehow, in the scant few hours she has been here, managed to cow an imp into washing, dressing and behaving more properly, and the poor thing precedes her march to the table carrying her food and drink.

Please, like she can be expected to handle her own food before the eating of it? When it is set down at the table for her, she waves the creature away and settles Dorian with a Look. She would die before admitting it, but it is a comfort to see the other mage here after the day she's had. Certainly better him than the apostate, the demon, the unwashed Grey Warden or dear Sera. If one must be stranded with a terrible pariah, at least the tevinter dresses well and cleans himself and can hold an intelligible conversation for more than half a minute.]

My dear, that is because no one would poison something so gauche as ham in Orlais. Wines, soups and deserts. One must be able to disguise the scent and the sight of it for at least two courses. [Orlesian light deserts: the real ominous foodstuffs.]

[belligerents]

[She's not entirely sure what she can do from this position. Raven has moved her leg around so she's at least sitting on the ground, but standing is altogether a different beast. She's glad she isn't in pain, and that surgery could have certainly gone worse, but she isn't doing any better here in the Drabwurld, and she doesn't have an engineering friend to rig something up in the mean time. And Raven isn't going to ask.

Looking put out she finally settles on listening to him, because she can't get up and what he's saying makes absolutely no sense.]

How did we lose our planet?

[depicted]

"Only a few months, but I find that I have not had much difficulty settling here. The castle is very welcoming." Indicating the seat beside her, he asks, "Is this seat taken?"

(The two months have done much for him. The flustered looks and stuttering words have mostly been washed out of his system. Fewer blushes, fewer hesitations—more social grace and confidence. He would not have been able to ask her that so easily on his arrival.)

[palaverous]

...

Greg.

That's disgusting.

[babbylon]

[She is either very deluded, very confident, or some mixture of both. Gilgamesh finds her answer curious all the same, this talk of Moons and Powers that even he doesn't recognize. And he does recognize that, to some extent, an edge has been taken off his awareness and his strength.

To that end, it may be best to let the Princess think and believe as she pleases until he can better figure out what do with her and her peculiar visions. A gift potentially worth many risks, which also meant it warranted much study.

At least she won't lie. This much he can discern with just a look.]

I will accompany you on this task. [For entertainment factor, if nothing else. Reflecting the moon? Really?] But be warned that I also dislike wastes of my time. Am I understood, Arc?

you're my favorite.

[sangilak]

Unfortunately for Dolores, there are no traditionally British families in this moment, just a girl and her dog. A large dog. A large, bear-sized dog that happens to be laying down on one of the empty tables with her paws in the air and her tail wagging excitedly back and forth.

Korra sat in front of said bear-sized dog and appeared to be sewing something up as the people feasted at the other, more occupied, tables. And then, from out of nowhere, Korra produced a puff of air from her fingertips to clean the fur off of the coat she was working on patching up.

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[notruejudge]

[Oh dear, Tumnus. The tall, scarred man you've bumped into is clad from neck to toe in full plate armor, with a rather fearsome horned helm tucked under one arm and a sword at his hip. Probably the last sort of person you'd want to bump into--especially if you're already nervous. Which you certainly appear to be.

...fortunately, it doesn't look as if this guy minds.

In fact, Basch is rather content to simply take a step back, to give the other some room, and his free hand comes up halfway to steady the faun should the need arise. When he speaks his voice is low, gravelly.]

It is no matter, you've done no damage. Are you all right?

[moogling]

I will!

[She will let him know. And she will need another plate.

Eiko sits down right on the floor and puts the plate on her lap, then begins to eat. It's all quite good! Maybe not as good as her home made oglop soup with its special seasoning... thespecialseasoningislove. But it's pretty darn good!

The question doesn't appear to faze her. She answers matter-of-factly.]

Well, Mother and Father got sick and returned to the stars. Then Grandfather did, too. So I took care of myself!

I got adopted by a new Mother and Father, but I don't think they're here.

[oldest]

-- Is this some weird ass code word between all of you guys? because I am really not going to accidentally sign myself up for a threesome with you and and princess peach.

[ she eyes the bowl. ]

I'll bite though. What's wrong with the mayonnaise?