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TEST DRIVE #6

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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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The Feast:

[Even amongst a room full of strange people, Yrel stood out. A six foot three blue woman with long, curved horns and hoofed feet and dressed in holy armor, with a pulsating crystalline two handed warhammer strapped to her back? Not to mention the empty eyes that glowed with a soft blue light, and gave no indication of where she was looking, even as her head turned this way and that.]

[She was standing off to the side of the crowd, watching the people, mostly humans it seemed, rushing this way and that through the feast. A few months ago, this would have been impossible to her, but meeting her new friends from beyond the portal, humans and gnomes and so many others, had taught her much about the universe. She had even hoped to go and see their world once, though...not quite in this manner.]

[She hadn't fought the faeiries when they beckoned her here, not realizing it was a trap until it was too late to turn back, and she kept chastising herself every time she saw one of them flit by. A young and foolish mistake on what she thought was a growing pile of failures. Her people needed her, and now she was...what...conscripted into someone else's war? Not that she could object, she'd tried, it had accomplished nothing.]

[Which led her here, standing by the feast, watching everyone else eat. Some had just arrived, like her, others had been here long months. Yet they seemed to take it in stride. Perhaps that was what she was supposed to do? She knew she at least had to eat. So she finally drew in a breath and took a step forward...only to walk right into someone who had the misfortune of coming around the corner just then.]

Oh! [Her voice had a faint, otherworldly tinge to it, but the tone was clearly familiar to anyone. Embarrassment.] I...ah. Sorry. Excuse me.

The Station:

[The station had sounded intriguing, and in a way more like something she would be familiar with, and yet when she'd arrived she had been sorely disappointed. It was nothing like the technology from her world. If anything, it reminded her far too much of the gnomes. Not that gnomes were bad, just...well. No sense speaking ill of people that weren't there.]

[Still, she'd made the journey, so leaving without looking around would be remiss, yes? She should at least spend the day there before heading back...]

[She could be found in the electronic store, accidentally breaking something, or sitting somewhere being fascinated by television, or just exploring the still-destroyed areas of the station trying to guess what might have done the damage...]

Wildcard:

[Anything goes!]

[ There's nothing more amusing than watching what basically equates to a Draenei in a china shop; although the girl isn't familiar to Sylvanas, she tends to equate all of her kind with the same type of attitude. Do-gooders, generally more interested in proselytizing and condemning than anything interesting. In all honesty, she'd prefer to see almost anyone else from Azeroth -- with a few exceptions, granted, but one random Draenei female was not likely to cause any problems in so populous a place as the Station.

Besides, Sylvanas was meant to be on her best behavior here. Attacking someone in an electronics shop didn't seem like a neighborly thing to do in a neutral zone. And she wasn't going to become the person who instigated something out of nothing.

Instead, she watches the girl break a few things before speaking up. ]

Are you planning on ruining the entire store before you go?

I'm not ruining it. [Yrel huffed as she spoke, frowning at the microwave she didn't understand at all. She hadn't quite broken anything yet, but there was certainly some damage being left in her wake.]

I mean, you can hardly blame me for not understanding this infernal technology. Things should run on crystals, like sensible...

[She turned towards the voice as she spoke, and then trailed off in surprise. It wasn't hard to guess who Sylvanas was. She'd met many Forsaken (not...her favorite azerothian race...) and they wouldn't stop talking about her. But hearing about someone and bumping into them at the mall was quite different.]

I..ah...

[ The lack of the rampant desire to either attack on sight or shy away is surprising; she'd quite thought that being approached by what was assuredly a familiar figure would be rather disconcerting. Still, Sylvanas isn't quite nice enough to help someone when they're floundering for the proper words, so she'll let the girl sit there awkwardly for as long as possible before finally continuing the conversation. ]

Yes?

[ Her tone isn't exactly pleasant, but definitely not anywhere close to angry or murderous. So it's almost like a success. ]

I believe you were speaking of crystals.

Y-yes. [She looks back at the machine but doesn't seem to know quite where to start.] It's simply that if it were...if it were powered properly than it wouldn't...it probably wouldn't break so...

[She trails off and looks at the woman again.]

You are...Sylvanas, yes?

[She is not calling her Dark Lady that's an awful title.]

[ So crystals are not the real oddity here. Which makes absolutely no sense, but whatever. She shrugs slightly. ]

I am. But I do not know who you are.

[ Excuse, her title is great. ]

Ah...no, you wouldn't. [Yrel doesn't really see herself as important yet. She hesitates before turning to face the other woman.]

I am Vindicator Yrel. From Draenor.

[ Draenor? As in the Outland? She doesn't strictly make a habit of knowing where all of the Draenei she's forced to associate with -- few as they are -- are from. So she looks briefly confused before giving a small shrug, as if the title and the name are of no consequence to her. ]

It seems that every one I meet of your kind are some sort of religious fanatic.

[ Sigh. ]

[That comment fits right in with all the other things she's heard the Forsaken say, and it's enough to make the young woman smile faintly.]

Well, if your religion had kept your people alive for twenty thousand years, you'd probably be attached to it too, right?

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TEST DRIVE #6

Yrel | World of Warcraft | Seelie

yesss yrel, also: the station

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my fave +__+

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I was sure I tagged this...

it's alright!

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