TEST DRIVE #6

[fairyfoes]

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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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Dolores Umbridge | Seelie Court

[umbridge]

It had only seemed prudent to go along with the dear, little faeries to find out who their owner was and then suitably, yet fairly, chastise them for using magic so tastelessly. She'd been sure that such a display could only have been made by a petty witch that had stolen their magic from a far more upstanding, more traditionally British family. Alas, she could not have that gentle word and instead found herself in a castle, not entirely unlike Hogwarts, but even more polluted.

What else was there to do but put on her sweetest smile, take a plate of food (likely touched by mongrels in the absence of a properly cowed house elf) and mingle.

[athousandcurses]

The last feast, Grainne had missed out of sheer exhaustion and the wish to remain in bed for a few days. This time, she was out and about, smiling at the newcomers and greeting them here and there. Soon enough her stomach let her know that it was time to eat, and she found her way to the feast table to retrieve her own plate of food.

Turning, she greeted the next new face she saw. "Well met, good lady. How do you fare this day?"

Umbridge might notice Grainne spoke with a slight accent, and other mannerisms belonging to a well bred Irish lady... which may or may not be in Grainne's favor considering she wasn't a traditional British lady.

[umbridge]

They do get everywhere, don't they?

Still, pert and perky as always, Dolores manages to put on a treacle sweet smile before addressing this young woman. "I'm just taking in all the splendor and light at this feast. Have you been to many before?"

[athousandcurses]

A slight shiver went up Grainne's spine at the smile, thinking it a touch too sweet, like someone being forcibly drowned in honey. It put her in mind of some of the more... persuasive men that came to Tara to ask for her hand in marriage when she was young. She schooled her features into a mask of pleasant calm as she often did in front of her children.

"In the Drabwurld? A few here and there. The fae of this world may love their celebrations even more than the ones at home."

[umbridge]

"They do, don't they?" She's just sure they never do an honest day's work either, but what can you expect from such funny little things.

"And now, my dear, I've been oh so terribly rude and we haven't introduced ourselves," she says after clearing her throat, just so. Hem hem. It's only good manners for someone younger to introduce themselves first before they're reminded by their elder. "I'm Dolores."

[athousandcurses]

Except when that younger happens to be a Princess.

Grainne only raised an eyebrow at the very exact hem sound. It made her wonder if there wasn't something a little bit touched in the head about this lady, nice as though she seemed. It would explain the too-nice smile. Maybe she was just getting a sore throat.

"A pleasure to meet you, Lady Dolores. Grainne nic Cormaic." She wasn't quite sure why she wanted to claim her lineage this time, though Diarmuid was still keeping his own identity a secret. Hopefully, Dolores didn't know anything of their story... "Is your throat all right? I could make a soothing potion, if you wish. They work fairly well on soreness."

[umbridge]

Surely they're all on equal footing here. (With some more equal than others, of course.)

"Just a little tickle. Nothing to fret about. Winter, draughty old castles. What we both need is a nice warm drink and a seat by the fireside." Her smile is still a shade sickly, but there is a genuine interest in her tone. She might not approve of Grainne, but she wants to hear what she has to say.

[bindsthedead]

Sabriel had decided to mingle as well- and after watching the woman for a moment, decided that 'polite schoolgirl' might be a better role to take with this woman, even if she was wearing hauberk and sword. The woman's clothes were... very pink, and reminded Sabriel of the outfits she'd seen people wear in Ancelstierre.

"It's a lovely party, isn't it ma'am?" Sabriel's etiquette teacher would be proud of her polite smile, though inwardly, Sabriel was more concerned about why they'd all been brought here than the food.

[umbridge]

"Why yes, yes, it is. Although, just between us girls, it's all a bit much, don't you think?" With each new person, Dolores offers up a brief thought - not quite a prayer, but something similar - that she's only going to be forced to interact with proper witches and wizards. Seeing the state of the mixed company, she doesn't hold out much hope for it, but a young lady can dream, can't she?

[bindsthedead]

"A bit, yes," Sabriel admits, "Still, they probably want to impress us, and their magic is... interesting, if not what I'm accustomed to."

She mentions magic a bit hesitantly because... well, the woman in front of doesn't strike her as a magic user. Something about the Ancelstierrian clothing.

[thelightofdraenor]

"Excuse me?"

Yrel had lost her fork due to unfortunate circumstances, so she'd gone to the nearest table to fetch another. Unfortunately poor Dolores was in the way, so she'd most likely turn at the polite voice to see a tall blue woman with curved horns, cloven feet, empty glowing eyes and wearing armor with bits of crystal floating magically off it in random places. Clearly a thousand magical rules must have been violated, right?

She leaned past her to snatch up a spare fork, and offered her a small smile. "Thank you."

[umbridge]

"You're quite welcome." Her own smile is as pleasant as she can make it, and if necessary, Dolores can pass for something almost polite. It must be so difficult for a creature like this to learn how to use a fork. How utterly repulsive. "Are you enjoying the feast? What a variety of foods!"

[thelightofdraenor]

Yrel hesitated before she answered, because it seemed like such an odd question, given...well, everything that was going on. But putting aside all of...everything...the feast itself wasn't so terrible? "I think so?" She finally said, managing a small smile. She'd given up on eating proper food by then, her plate just had cake on it. Comfort cake.

"Honestly," she continued after a moment. "There is so much I should be doing back home that being stuck here, it's difficult to really enjoy anything. But it's certainly nice enough, really."

She paused. "Oh but...I'm sorry. That was probably rude. Are you?" A beat. "Enjoying the feast, I mean."

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."

[umbridge]

"And to you, sir. Is this your first welcoming banquet?" While not a fan of wine, from somewhere, Dolores has found a very small little glass of crème de cassis. It's deeper than blood red and doesn't quite suit her whole pink aesthetic, but it'll do for now.

[lyorning]

Aerich nodded. 'I am newly arrived," he explained. "And yourself?"

[aslandish]

What else is there to do, indeed?

Don't look now, Dolores, but there is a rather large lion stretched out in a corner. He's watching you too, as you take that plate of food. He could be hungry, or perhaps, it's all that pink that draws his attention.

Either way, there's something piercing about that stare.

[enjoymyatelier]

Ah, yes. It seems as though an intensely British man has appeared, though he's... admittedly giving this woman's outfit a confused once-over.

It's... so pink. Did they bring a completely average schoolteacher to go with all the high schoolers, then...? Well, he supposed he wasn't going to find out without a bit of conversation, so!

"Good lord, I suspect they may have outdone their last feast," he said, looking over his plate, before looking over at the woman. "Ah, pardon me, ma'am --- would you happen to have a place to sit?"

Aw man. Look at all that good old fashioned British breeding in his voice.

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.