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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02 because i literally cannot resist

[melhekhul]

[Thorin has, eventually, found his way to the the Station for many of the same reasons, being unwillingly curious and unable to keep from caving to it in the end. Supplies during war, as he knows it, tend to run thin, and while he's not entirely sure what he's expecting when he finds it, this definitely isn't it.

Usually the stockpiles aren't nearly so grand, though the best did tend to go to the soldiers doing the fighting, while those at home sacrificed to make it so. That's something that has always been true, and something Thorin knows very well. But this?

After a passing glance at the Man in the kitchen (filing away his clothing as something very familiar, definitely from his own world), instead it's the coffee that gets his attention. It's been months since he's seen coffee, after the loss of so many supplies at the troll hoard with the ponies bolting, and before then it had been tightly rationed. So the idea that actually drinking coffee is a very real possibility has him entirely too tempted, despite his suspicion at...Well. Everything.

I never expected differently, tbh

[grimness]

[ His clothes might be familiar, but they're old and worn. Balin wasn't exaggerating when he commented that Bard's boots and coats had seen better days. Lake Town had been a small, impoverished town, with everyone struggling to get by. Except, of course, for the Master.

But Lake Town is no more, not after the attack of Smaug. And all that remains of his clothes is what he wears on his back. Most supplies they had before were burned and lost. They had little before, but they have nothing, now.

He almost feels guilty, looking at the sight of coffee and chocolate, of plenty of food and drink for everyone and more besides, when he knows there's so little at home. He'd gladly go without, if only he could send a portion of this surplus to Dale.

But, to his knowledge, he can't. And he's certainly not about to let this coffee go to waste, is he? He's in the process of trying to puzzle out the Coffee Maker when he hears the door open. When he glances sideways at the door, he's expecting to see yet another unfamiliar face, but what he gets instead is Thorin Oakenshield. He braces himself for a rude comment, as they hadn't exactly parted on the best of terms, but what he gets instead is... silence?

He glances again at the dwarf and finds him just as entranced at the sight of coffee as he had been. Deciding to err on the side of caution, he keeps the quiet, jabbing a finger at a button on the coffee maker, and hoping he hasn't broken something when it begins to make noise. ]