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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Pink Floyd | The Wall | Court Undecided

[backatthehotel]

[There is a man, long and lean, with wild dark curls and eyes like black holes in the sky, sitting at the table and staring at the food. That sumptious spread, plump juicy fruits and steaming puddings and great roasts...

And he isn't touching a bit of it. Hasn't even dirtied his plate. It's not that he's not hungry. He hasn't eaten in... longer than he can recall, and his stomach is making loud protest at his reticence. But he grew up in the wild English countryside, his head full of stories of the creatures that might populate those woods and hollows, and everything, everything about this situation feels straight out of one of those tales. And there are rules in those stories.

So his plate stays empty. His cup stays dry. Until he can be persuaded otherwise.]

here is the last creature who ought to meet him but...

[steeledskin]

[ she is reaching for a lemoncake when she sees him. he does not put her at ease -- no, not at all. he frightens her, perhaps, as many strangers are wont to do. but she sees some wild echo of her own first impressions stacked inside those dark eyes: faithlessness in the food before him; uncertainty in the hospitality; tension in the jaw.

sansa glances down the table -- eager to ascertain that she has friends and shields within shouting distance should this go poorly -- and then she reaches out and reverently places the lemoncake she'd chosen on the stranger's plate. ]

The guest ought not to be ignored.

ahaha, yay

[backatthehotel]

[And isn't that just the way? His will looks like it might hold strong -- for the moment, anyway, for once in his life -- and so, life had to push a bit more. Without him lifting a finger, there's a piece of luscious lemon cake on his plate, and a sweet young lass offering it to him. He tries to remember what the rules are, for taking fae gifts. Will declining be considered rude? Will accepting it be as much a trap as eating it all on his own? Christ.

He smiles, thin lips pulling up, nothing joyous in his eyes, and shakes his head.]

Naw, love. No thank you. I'm -- well enough without.

until i realize i forgot a whole word in my tag.

[steeledskin]

The guest right is...it's important.

[ she repeats herself. westerosi ways are rare enough in these lands, but she adheres to them like a castaway clinging to her floating piece of ship. ] Partaking in their food at their table is a covenant: a good one. You ought to respect them.

[ an undercurrent of it will be easier for you if you do. ]

[backatthehotel]

[A covenant. That feels very close to a confirmation of his suspicions. Or maybe he's reading too much into it. Or maybe he's not. Regardless, he's a stubborn fool of a man, and doesn't feel inclined, just yet, to abandon his fast.]

I'm not a man for covenants. [Well, no. Bad way of putting it.] I don't like making agreements without knowing all the terms.

[steeledskin]

The terms are merely hospitality.

[ she inches forward on her side of the bench. and she places a second lemoncake gingerly upon the centre of her own plate. ] Where I am from, the guest right is a staple every visit.

[ perhaps she wouldn't ordinarily know that it needs explaining...except that she's been here long enough, spoken with enough non-westerosi, to know what they hadn't yet learned. ] Guest and host share bread and salt, and that act binds them in hospitality. Neither will let harm befall the other so long as they share their roof.