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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hooray

[testgasm]

[He tries. He tries very hard, and thankfully, breathing through one's mouth is perhaps more intuitive than trying to breathe through one's nose. He takes several deep, exaggerated breaths, shoulders heaving, finding that with each inhale and exhale, it gets a little easier. Wheatley's still leaking, but perhaps less so.]

I'm--

[The hysterics seem to be rapidly replaced by a growing despondency. His head drops and he seems overly-focused on his hands, clenching and unclenching as if trying to make them work.]

It's Wheatley.

[digophelia]

Authority doesn't belong in the hands of one single person or persons of a higher status and court favors.

[ BOY does she ever have feelings on that. ]

Because it always wields the same results, over and over. They lose touch with the cause that they have originally fought for. It's better left to those who know the cause best and have lived the life.

And not unless you intend to join the others in battle against the Seelie. Not all members of the Unseelie court will raise their weapons unless it is a last resort. Myself, included. You have the options of relocating to neutral territories like Redgate, the Barrel, or the Station. There's already plans underway to help get natives and transports out of harm's way before they descend on us. Contrary to what the monarchs say, there's still a chance for transports to have freedom.

[ Just. No raising sundered courts and being very cautious about that. Because screw the monarchs and the courts. ]

[falconkick]

That obvious, huh?

[ he doesn't wear his tags and he didn't accept his uniform when he retired, though he still wears a sweater or a shirt here and there. it's not that he isn't proud of it or that he's hiding it or anything; sam has just spent a lot of time trying to pull himself away from then. ]

Did about a decade of time before I figured my services might be better used elsewhere. I work with vets, helping them with whatever they need to get back into the world, so - still a little military, but more like the frontlines of a different battle.

[ said with the slightest cheek in his smile. who's taking bets on which side of war is more important to him? ]

[individualist]

...

[Ugh, right...even if this guy is lying, isn't it best they not fight? He'll probably be more agreeable if they're on good terms, so...]

If you must address me-- [And then her tone...shifts. It's a lot less authoritative, lot less mature...it moves aside for one that's far more befitting of her appearance, softer, more casual, but laced with mild exasperation. Honestly, it's one of those moments she shows she really deserves that Prince of Lies title.] --Hikaru. Got it? My name's Hikaru. You're not the only one who has to go around hiding their identity cause of their...family.

[Loathe as she is to call any of them that, but it's just how she speaks about them when she's pretending. Not to mention it's totally their fault anyway.]

Anyway...I've never actually met you or anything, but that doesn't mean I couldn't recognize you. You're the spiritual equivalent of a lighthouse.

[lifescratched]

Colonial life is very different to life in Europe, as I understand.

[Not that he has any idea what Europe is like, aside from secondhand accounts, though he hopes he can make it there eventually.]

no and also wow look at you using my preferred username

[akweks]

[In Connor's vast experience with climbing things, it's always better to start at a middle point instead of the ground. People will notice someone climbing a building from the base, because people stand around on the same level. But many people just don't look up, so jumping across, over their heads, is the better way to go undetected.

Usually. Most of the time there aren't people standing around on buildings already.

It's not without precedent, but he's still a little surprised. She appears to be a normal girl, not a spirit or something worse, so he takes her hand as a show of good faith.]

Apparently I am not the only one with this idea.

03: combo repairer aaay.

[winterwork]

There's plenty of us who aren't even humans to begin with. But if you're talking special powers, you're not really in a minority around here, kid.

[Kid!! Everyone's a kid to this three hundred year old man though. But at least his voice sounds deep enough through the locket, since his appearance is more kid like than most.]

yeah, why don't you guys wear big red crosses anymore, huh

[akweks]

[He lowers his hand, shrugging.]

Once I am there, I will know. [Maybe she means more immediately, though.] Down, for a start.

[benumbing]

[Jack's been in battles himself, believe it or not. War has raged between Gath and Gilboa for as long as he can remember. And he's been right in the middle of it, because it's easier to be respected as a king if he was already respected in the military.

He tilts his head a little, studying the man's - James' - arm, shiny and silver. Strange.]

A prosthetic?

[He looks up at his face again for confirmation.]

2

[wilee]

[ jesus, this kid talks a lot. Malia let's him finish, mostly because she can sense his nervousness and she actually has no interest in making it worse, and somehow she manages to catch on that telling him "there is no way home" isn't the best way to avoid that. so. that leaves her with... ]

I don't know anyone named Greg. [ but that's not helpful either, is it? she needs to take a quick moment to think about it, you know, how to be helpful and not discouraging. she's trying. ] Do you have something that belongs to him? I could try and catch his scent.

[ is that creepy? it's creepy. woops. but it's helpful! so she's not taking it back. ]

so it's perfect for us :^)

[falconkick]

[ someone, somewhere, is really enjoying the massive amounts of confusion they've hit them with. sam chuckles a little with a sideways bob of his head. ]

This is kinda like the Paris I know, as far as modern, fancy, and not all it's chalked up to be goes. So yeah, guess I'm a little more on-board here than you might be.

[ if this isn't even a vague resemblance of the paris he knows. his clothes look the part of displaced, but sam can tell fuckall from when arno comes. ]

[wipedclean]

[He tilts his head.]

Similar. Stronger than my other arm. When it's working.

[stickanarrowinureye]

Don't injure your butt.

[Okay, so maybe this was a bad idea. But wait. She can fix it.]

Hey stupid, have any rope?

[lifescratched]

Transports? [He raises an eyebrow beneath his hood. He thought at first she was talking about some kind of supplies convoy or the like, but now it's clearer she's referring to people.]

Do you mean us?

[He'll try to memorise the names of those neutral territories for later. He's done enough fighting battles for other people to last him a lifetime -- he has no intention of continuing, unless caught in the crossfire.]

[trainable_lout]

[Koudelka could go green with envy. If he were sober, he might go a bit stiff and defensive, but he is not sober. He is drunk, so he just looks glum.]

Oh. [A pause.] We don't...have anything like that, on Barrayar. Usually we don't retire at all until we have a decent pension waiting for us.

[Or if they're medically discharged. That had been Bothari's fate and would have been Kou's as well, if Vorkosigan hadn't swooped in to the rescue.]

text.

[ex_heirborn755]

Oh, are you a God?

[cockade]

300? Where is your home, monsieur? [Arno sounds puzzled, but also curious. Can this place truly bring people from that far back? Or from other places with different times compared to his own?]

I come from France. Paris, more precisely. Have you heard of either?

eeeh Amaterasu! ♥ The Station

[dragonring]

[How can Dave not notice her when she isn't like any other wolf he's ever seen before? She's beautiful and not scary at all, which is very important considering Dave's experience with wolves. Though after a meeting with another Seelie wolf, he's come to the conclusion not all of them are out there to eat him - he can friend them after all. And as a dog lover, he can't let the chance pass.

The heaving of her breaths is noticed too, and so Dave returns to the kitchen he just came from to get something else besides coffe: a bowl of water, which he leaves on the floor near her, waiting to see her reaction before trying anything else.]

Someone is a little tired. Here, it's fresh, I promise.

[foraneye]

It's nothing to boast about in recent times. It seems that France has looked to your countrymen as an example. We're in the midst of our own Revolution.

[digophelia]

I don't like the term "shardbearer".

[ She decides to make that clear right about now, just in case he has to deal with that later on. There's a reason for this dislike, a really painful reason. ]

An essence of your own world. There are some who will try to rip it from you or use it for their own desires. Some of us only see us for that stupid jewel and nothing else.

[chestbeard]

He gave her a sly grin. "Pay me, you mean. I don't recall you being in the business of... being in business."

BREATHES ON THIS

[smithwork]

[ They've gotten so used to the fact dragons are all but extinct here that when Hiccup and Toothless actually see one, they have to exchange a wide-eyed look of astonishment before shooting off after it. They bank around nearby, with enough distance to get away if needs be but still close enough to gawk. Toothless, especially, is crooning a welcome before Hiccup can properly hush his own Wow under his breath, his heart racing like it hasn't in months. ]

Easy, bud, easy ... I know, he's huge.

[ Way smaller than the Red Death, but. Still. A cross-breed, maybe? Looks like a Monstrous Nightmare with a bit of Gronckle-based bulk. ]

[chestbeard]

"That's me, always the thing I'm not supposed to be. But I haven't rubbed shoulders with them since the day they threw a sack over my head." The Unseelie were hardly accommodating for their captured shardbearers. "And as your Seelie... well, I just as soon keep my distance from either side."

Right about now he was hoping for some Champion or Inquisitor to show up and start talking sense.

[chestbeard]

"You'd be surprised how often I hear that." He gestured for her to sit beside him. He may not go in for all that affectionate hugging business, but he liked his friends as close as he could keep them. "You been around here long?"

[with_a_smile]

A fairyworld. That's what this patently was, down to the sparkling, flitting imps, the glittering guests, the feast on the table. It looked like something out of a child's book, the world delicate and perfect, crafted from fancies and utterly delightful.

Claire can't help but trace back to the roots of the fairytales you told children, back to original stories where virgin princesses were taken away, trapped and lost in a foreign world forever.

Her smile widens, just barely, long fingers clasped around the goblet of wine in her hand, more prop than anything as she scans the crowd. Her expression is cool and pleasant, not repelling, but not inviting, her armor solidly in place.

It almost cracks when she sees a familiar figure, neat suit and bland tie and for a moment, she doesn't believe. But there is no such thing as luck, only opportunities that are taken or lost, and Claire was never one to let such a thing slip away.

The click of her heels is calm, her pace measured and calm as she slips through the crowd, murmuring soft apologies as she slides through, but never deterred from her target.

She slips in close to him and she can see the tension in the tight set of of shoulders so she lets one hand lightly rest at one for just a spare moment before sliding her hand through his elbow, the left one, as always, sliding into her customary place.

"Francis." Her voice is as cool as ever, but her hand tightens ever-so-slightly on his elbow, and the faintest hint of relief flashes in her blue eyes.