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

1! fine with spoilers

[strollingplayer]

[Balthier's, in a word, drifting. People watching, to be more specific. He isn't really looking for anything in specific, just gauging reactions, watching the motley crew that's been assembled. All that talk about Shardbearers, plural - presumably, most of them came here the same way he did.

Well, hopefully not the same way. The sack made for a rather bumpy ride.]

Not to your liking? [He sidles his way to the man's side, back to the wall the whole time - a few steps sideways and he's there, looking at Solas out of the corner of his eye.]

If it's any consolation, the wine's not much to speak of, either. [He raises his glass and drinks what's left in it anyway, frowning as it goes down.] Too sweet, and too heavy. Impressive.

[dirth]

[ His eyes flicker to the stranger as his nose wrinkles from the tea, his fingers brushing over his mouth as if that would rid him of the taste. Foul stuff, even here, and he shakes his head in answer. ]

No. I detest tea.

[ Not just for the taste, but for the pull that it gives him, drawing him away from his sleep and his desire to sink into the Fade. ]

It's as if they're trying to dilute our senses. Not an unusual form of trickery.

[strollingplayer]

A club to the back of the head would do just as well.

[He indicates the wine glass again, smirking enough to let Solas in on the joke.]

They certainly didn't mind the blunt approach on the way in. I'm no stranger to rough landings, but the sack was a little much.

Unless your trip was more agreeable? [Did everyone get hogtied and put in a sack, or was he special?]

[dirth]

It would, but it would be a great deal more unsettling. I'm glad they went without the violent option.

[ His lips twitch as he puts his hands behind his back, almost absently. ]

I was asked to come, as though they wanted me to walk with them in dreams. How unusual that your invitation was far less welcoming.