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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Sera | Dragon Age: Inquisition | Undecided

[stickanarrowinureye]

[No spoilers :)]

1. Feast

[Sera stands off a few ways from the food and drink tables. The punch is suddenly green and she's snickering at it. But only when people aren't looking. Don't worry, it's only coloring and maybe an extra dose of lemons. But she can't wait for someone brave enough to walk by and try it.]

3. Anywhere!

1

[detoxifying]

[ Of all the Inquisition members, it just had to be the one that seemed to take absolutely nothing seriously. He glares at the punch. ]

What did you do?

[ Still, it was a relief to see a familiar face, even if it was one that caused nothing but countless headaches. ]

[stickanarrowinureye]

[First thought: Run! Second thought: Where? Third thought: Piss.]

Oh, great. And General Uptight arrives blowing his horn.

I did nothing. Just standing and eating.

[detoxifying]

[ His first reaction is to declare that it's "Commander Uptight" to her. But, that would be acknowledging her... foolishness, and Cullen would like to think that he's more mature than that. ]

You're never "just eating". You did... something. [ Just like those "peace offerings". ] How much do you know about this place? About these rulers?

They aren't the Inquisition! They might not appreciate... green drinks.

[ "You could get yourself (and perhaps me by association) killed" is really implied by all of this. ]

[stickanarrowinureye]

[Rolling eyes to the left.]

Right. You're blind. Same as always. Lot's of little people getting pushed around by the big people. Here, all little people. Nobles or whatever probably aren't even here. Not even near here or there.

See? Everyone here? They're scared. And anyone who isn't, probably were before some time or another. They're not the big people. Once. Maybe. Those are the really scared ones.

[Sigh. She's going to have to explain all of this, hmm?]

Green, red, means nothing. Everyone thinks it's poisoned anyway. Someone actually tries it, eugh, bad taste. But not poisoned. Some get a laugh, some relax, and some stop starving themselves in front of a lot of food.

So if you're done worrying about nothing, I'd like to get back to just eating.

[premier]

[She hears that giggle. She knows that giggle. Ughhhhhhh

Accusingly:] That was red, a moment ago. [GIRL WHAT ARE YOU DOING.]

[stickanarrowinureye]

[Pfffft.]

You're going blind, Vivi. Staring at the Breach too long?

[She points to a completely different punch bowl.] Still red, see? And why're you looking at me anyways? I didn't do nothing.

[chaoticwhimsy]

I saaaaaw that.

[There's a little chaos child perched on the edge of a table behind Sera, giggling into her hand.]

[stickanarrowinureye]

[Sera gives her a quick look. Giggling is good. Don't be such a loudy though.]

I know, right? So shut it.

You going to watch or ruin it?

[chaoticwhimsy]

Mmmmmm...I haven't decided yet.

[So innocent and so not. But at least she's stopped giggling, and isn't pointedly looking at the punch anymore?]

[stickanarrowinureye]

[That's not an answer. Or anything close.]

Whatever. Just be quiet.

And stay put, or something.

[chaoticwhimsy]

[Lumina swivels around a bit on the table so she's looking out at the room instead of at the punch, though she keeps talking, her voice quiet.]

Hey, I know my way around a prank or two. So what did you do to it anyway?

[stickanarrowinureye]

Good.

[Now we're talking. Just stay quiet, you. Snort giggles.]

Color and lemons. LEMONS. Found them on the fish or something. Blends right in with the other fruity bits. Real sour though and fishy. [She laughs at her own joke.] Fishy punch.

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel saw that, Sera. She has a way of seeing things most people don't. So you suddenly have a very tall, very regal looking elf standing beside you.]

You waste no time. Most are too bewildered when first they arrive to contemplate practical jokes. [Is she amused? Annoyed? Hard to tell.]

[stickanarrowinureye]

[She doesn't look. Doesn't care. She's admiring her work! She giggles until it ends in snorts.]

Yeah...

[inafadingcrown]

Dare I ask what precisely you have done?

[stickanarrowinureye]

Right, so...

[Now, she actually bothers to look away from her masterpiece and toward Galadriel and... she squints. Really squints. You're making no sense.]

Piss, your tall.

[inafadingcrown]

[Oh. Vulgarity and the old "you're tall" comment. Her favorite.]

So I have been told.

[indomitably]

[ You know Cullen, well here comes the female counterpoint, complete with exasperated expression and folded arms.

Nothing gets by Aveline.

... Okay. Except when it does but this isn't an instance of that. ]

That wasn't like that a minute ago. What did you do to it?

[stickanarrowinureye]

Nothing! Why's everyone always blame me?

Maybe you did something to it. Or one of those... small wingamathings.

[sfoils]

[ Wedge's brave enough to try it. He's brave enough to critique it. Because he could drink anyone in here under the table. He almost wants to. ] Hm, not bad. [ A bit too lemony, though. Maybe something woodier would soften the tartness? ] Excuse me. [ He goes around Sera to grab a bottle behind her. Wedge uncorks it with learned easiness, then takes a small swig to confirm what it is. Once he's sure, he walks back to the punch saucer and dumps the entire bottle into it. With the ladle, he stirs it. ] So, I'd ask what someone like you is doing in a place like this [ He flashes a smile. ] but I think we all pretty much have the same story to our arrival here.

[stickanarrowinureye]

[She's nearly cackling when he tries it and then he gets all critiquey and ruins it. Grrr]

Arse. What are you doing? You're messing it up!

[sfoils]

[ Looks like someone doesn't appreciate the Corellian alcoholic expertise. ] No, I'm making it better. It'll take a lot less to get them drunk now, and the taste doesn't give it away.

[ Still, he does feel bad. He rubs at the back of his neck. ] I'm sorry. Maybe add more coloring? Green's a nice color.

[stickanarrowinureye]

The point is the taste. It's supposed to be euuugh not tipsy sip.

[sfoils]

[ Wedge looks around, eyeing a bunch of diced lemons a couple of meters away. He points at them. ] How about we add those? I'll make it euuugh again. [ And give the poor, unfortunate souls who drink it a terrible aftertaste. ] I'm trying to make it up to you here.