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

[questdreamer]

Ha. [He says it, a soft statement of amusement. He knows how his 'laughter' sounds.]

If it is a hallucination, it is a shared one, and very well-constructed. I doubt it is that simple, though. [Gently, gently trying to present to her other possibilities.]. There is much that lies beyond human reckoning, I have found.

[ophiocordyceps]

Of course a hallucination would do best to prove itself as real. In the same way, someone who found himself in the same predicament as I do would reassure me of that very fact.

[ She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Thinks. What has last been her downfall? The assumption of an easy solution. Easy being relative and loosely used. ]

I'll play. Assuming you are real, are you something that would, how do did you put it, lie beyond human reckoning?

[questdreamer]

There is, however, a flavor to dreams that this land lacks. Like perfume. Fragnant, but insubstantial. Look to your hands. Solid. Familiar. [He holds up a mitten, in possibly-helpful, possibly-just-weird demonstration.]

I am well-convinced that this is real. And I would beg, ma'am, that even if you do not, that you treat it as such.

[And with that creepy bit of advice dispensed, he addresses her question. Somewhat.]

I was born as human as any other. My name is Randolph Carter. Of Arkham, Massachusetts.

[ophiocordyceps]

[ She nods her agreement to his advice - message sent, message received, so to say. ]

Dr Caroline Caldwell. Of [ London, England. Beacon, what remains of Britain. Hotel Echo military base/research facility, far away from civilization. She hesitates, if not for long. ] London, England.

[ When in doubt, go with the place of your death. ]

I suppose I shouldn't press the matter of your humanity, Mr Carter?

[questdreamer]

I would prefer if you did not. The -- complexities of my condition do not affect the basic fact. Despite all appearances. [And he really wishes he could put more intonation into his voice, because that deserves more dryness than he is capable of.]

Are you a doctor of medicine, or or academics?