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

[greenjacket]

[ he sure as bloody hell doesn't know what a damned aviator is -- but he accepts the word, files it away, and tries not to make it look like he's too thrown by it. such hard-faced ignorance was bred in the ranks. here stands a man who certainly isn't a proper officer by many stretches of many definitions.

and who the christ knows what an iskierka is except it sounds pompous and foreign enough to be the name of a ship. oh, shite. if he's tumbled into a navy man-- ]

Richard Sharpe. Major in the South Essex. [ but he gives the title as though it means nothing. for the most part, people in the drabwurld have no notion of his army or even his nation. he copes. ] Is the Iskierka here?

[ oh, and he doesn't even manage to mangle the name. bonus. ]

[aslandish]

[ His is a calming presence. Though this world is not their own, Aslan is neither afraid nor affronted by the forces that brought him here. If he is meant to be here for a season, than so be it. ]

You speak of Caspian, the Tenth. [ Yes, he knows him. ] He is newly crowned in his time.

Deal with him kindly, as you would with the Pevensies. He is learning yet, and he has a good heart.

i.

[knockedaboutthehead]

[he knows it isn't iskierka, but nonetheless granby can't help the way his heart leaps when he catches sight of the shape swooping overhead. it doesn't take long afterwards to track the dragon down, but even after reaching the hillside, granby stays a respectable distance back. of course, what was a respectable distance for him might still be seen as near suicidally close by a non-aviator. but to granby it was the closest he could come to both satisfying his curiosity and remaining safe. after all, the place's dragons did tend to vary wildly.]

[strollingplayer]

Better a pawn than a king, I say. Opportunities for advancement, for one. [Usually a few left when the game ends, too, even on the losing side.

He shrugs at the mention of the wine, swirls his empty glass around in his hand.]

Too heavy for my tastes. It might be poor manners to complain, but I prefer mine to go down easy. [There's that gag again. Everything here is laid on far too thick. He might be harping on it overmuch, but it rings true.]

Careful not to have too much. You risk losing your golden tongue.

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[somethingprecious]

[He hadn't intended on visiting the feast, not one to appreciate the large crowds of mostly Big People who can't seem to see a small Hobbit trying to move along. Even if the smell of food and drink was terribly inviting he still made a point to steer clear. He had his share of accidental foot-stomps to last three lifetimes.

So when a faerie snags a book from his hands and runs off with it into the crowds of new arrivals Bilbo has no choice but to follow after it, yelling for it to come back-

... and then suddenly he was stuck in a sea of bustling people with no faerie in sight. Grumbling to himself he worked on moving himself towards the wall where at least then he didn't have the chance of being stomped on in someone's pursuit for the food table.]

[aslandish]

[ A lion with a sense of humor, indeed.

Aslan considers the plate being pushed his way, and though he does appreciate the gesture in its way, still he does not eat. It's the scent he savors more than anything else, and he'll not making a scene with so many others milling about.

A low rumble sounds in his chest, though it seems more....thoughtful than anything else. He may not be tame, but he does have some manners. ]

This world is new to me as it is to many others.

[ As to whether he's bond or free in his homeworld...well. The look in his eyes should speak of that quite plainly. ]

I have wandered the vastness of my world, seen its boundaries, and beyond.

[ A far cry from a tame lion, truly. ]

Those who speak with the tongues of men as I do, do not serve men. They are their equals.

ty for this, I laughed

[aslandish]

[ Alas, Loki, this is not Narnia. Perhaps if you're good, you'll get to see it one day.

Settled a little distance away from the tables with all the food, Aslan tilts his head slightly as Loki presents himself. Much in the same way the God of Mischief can sense him, Aslan can also detect the other's aura. Curious, indeed, for there to be so many beings of great power in one place.

Sneaking into the Seelie court or not, Aslan is unlikely to tell. He simply regards Loki with those fathomless eyes, which may or may not have a hint of amusement in them. It's hard to tell with him sometimes. ]

I'm certain you do.

[ However: ]

Do I appear unkempt?

[ Said with a straight face. Could be trolling. Might not be. Decide for yourself, Loki. ]

[knockedaboutthehead]

Not that I have seen, so likely not. If she was here she would be doing her best to be seen by every man, woman and child in this damned place. [there are equal parts worry, consternation and pride present in his voice. it's more the attitude of a parent for a child than a captain for any type of sailing vessel. he is aware that sharpe likely thinks she is a ship and that he is in the navy (he might pay good money to tell laurence that and see his reaction), but now that he has spoke of her in such a manner the other man will surely draw the right conclusions now.

after all, everyone knows of the aerial corps, even if they don't know of the misadventures of the corp's sole fire-breather.]

[divineright]

[Utena's grabbed a hold of someone very grand-seeming - elegant robes, noble bearing, head held high - and also very short.

Aegil's face twitches in annoyance at being interrupted in the middle of her conversation, but only for a second. Soon she's smiling genuinely, looking at the ring and then at Utena's face.]

That's a very lovely wedding band. I assume your husband has its match?

[forcedhands]

Thank you, but. No, thank you.

I'm not hungry.

[Liar. And she won't go near the wine on an empty stomach.]

Fiona.

Tell me, Wedge. You just arrived here as well, yes? By what method, do you remember?

yes.

[stickanarrowinureye]

Pfffft. I don't trust them.

That'd be crazy.

[huntedby]

Strange, that you deem this place has hope, only after you have amused yourself on your own.

Surely you have to find more worth in it, than simply your existence here.

[Vanessa looks vaguely amused, quirking an eyebrow.]

[greenjacket]

[ alas and alack, he simply isn't that clever. and perhaps too inclined to see navy captains as soppish sorts always soft upon their ships. joel chase is a good man -- one of the best, sharpe believes, but even he'd been a little too sentimental about the pucelle. his derision is hypocritical of course! where the sailors worshipped their boats, a rifleman honoured his baker pattern rifle. ]

She's a pretty one then, is she? [ he nearly yawns. best to indulge the man his pride. ]

Feast | native oc with sumerian shardbearer ancestor, ftr

[wholesail]

[Gods below but the feast is huge.

It isn't really the most elegant first thought, but Sua's not inclined towards elegance. Mostly, she's inclined to get out of Caer Glaem, since she's completed the need to settle a disputed bill on her family's trading company's behalf, but fuck it. If you aren't a shardbearer, these are fabled things. She remembers reading about them in her great-grandfathers journals besides.

She slips into the hall, her long captain's coat the same colour as the finest lapis lazuli. The letter portfolio tucked under her arm proudly displays a lamassu - the company logo - and she takes care to be unnoticed.

One plate of food for the road. Then she's gone.

Lingering on the mainland isn't safe these days.]

[sfoils]

[ Well, now Wege looks like an idiot, holding a plate of cheese towards someone who clearly doesn't want cheese. But, mild-mannered as he is, Wedge takes it in stride; he puts the plate down, then crosses his arms as he too leans against the wall. But to think, not to pose aloofly. ] I was bagged. [ He says it like he can't quite believe it himself. ] These creatures they call imps threw me into a bag. Then I found myself here.

[ A shrug. ] It's not glamorous in the least. I hope my squadron never hears about this. I'll never hear the end of it.

[stickanarrowinureye]

You're in the middle of a wooded... thing! There is no one else.

[She still wants that arrow back, so don't mind her approaching now to get to the tree.]

Whatever. Arse.

[stickanarrowinureye]

[She doesn't look. Doesn't care. She's admiring her work! She giggles until it ends in snorts.]

Yeah...

[wipedclean]

[The man quickly gives up struggling, which is good, but he doesn't let up at all, keeping him pinned there easily. If he had use of both arms right now, he'd have one of his knives at the man's throat, but hey, can't have everything apparently.

He snorts derisively at the comment.]

Not available.

[knockedaboutthehead]

[granby can tell when he's being humored, lord knows he did it enough to officers he disliked when he was a midwingman and a lieutenant. the thing is, he's happy enough just to be speaking with someone from home that he is willing to let it slide for the moment.] In her own way. Of course, to hear her tell it she might be Venus herself.

[He gestures helpfully towards the sleeping dragon at the end of the hall as a comparison.] She's a Kazilik. Much larger than that one there, though the wingspan may be comparable.

[forcedhands]

Bagged? No, I wouldn't call it embarrassing if you've never come across something like them before.

[Not exactly that she has. She thought they were something else. Wait. You fit into a bag? Never mind. Moving on.]

Then, you're in a military, of some kind?

[unnatural_animal]

What else should I be pleased about? The fact that my lands and power and men have been stripped from me? The fact that I must swear fealty to a third king? Or perhaps the fact that I am trapped here indefinitely?

[While he speaks he keeps plucking fitfully at the instrument's strings. Half of it is part of an old tune and half is him still messing about with the tone.]

Who else should I be hoping for and amusing if not myself?

[sfoils]

[ Wedge smiles. ] You don't know the Rogues. We use practical jokes to boost morale, for bonding. Some say letting my men get away with all this nonsense makes me a bad commander. But the Wedge Pledge was very clever. I like to reward ingenuity.

[ A nod. ] Commander Antilles of Rogue Squadron. "Impossible is our stock in trade, and success is what we deliver."

[demotion]

[altaïr sniffs, squaring his shoulders. he chose the wrong man to ask, but perhaps there is something this man has heard that he has not. the bite in richard's tone has him tip his chin. he should watch his tongue.]

None of us are native. You have just arrived?

[this is so frustrating.]

[huntedby]

I always find it curious that the ones who complain the most are the ones who had the most privilege in their previous lives. You still are given a higher station here, with your own quarters, and servants.

No one is asking you to swear anything with sincerity--enough people do not, here.

[Though being trapped here is troubling, of course. But everyone is in the same place, with that.

The only Kings she has talked to here have had glimmers of brattishness. The Queens, do not. Not surprising to her, in truth.]

I merely pointed out there is more worth to be found here than a lute you play yourself.

[But after his outburst, she's no longer surprised.]

[aslandish]

[ He does indeed have a locket. It's just hiding in that mane somewhere. Tying it around one of his paws wouldn't be especially practical, after all.

He glances at Aerich, and yes - there is an intelligence in his eyes and face that is unlike an ordinary beast. ]

You are not.

[ Intruding, that is. ]