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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hey jesus meet grumpy jesus??? | feast

[rube]

[ben can't sense auras, but maybe jesus can sense his own. if he can, there is an aura of light surrounding him, even if he looks like he's from another time entirely. his hair is scruffy, his clothes are a tad too big for him, his sweater falling off a shoulder, its sleeves a bit too stretched.

he's not paying attention when jesus bumps into him and what happens next has him stumble back, patting his shirt, eyes darting from where the stain had been to jesus, to the stain, then to jesus.

the most ben can get from him is that he seems kind, familiar. there's something about him...]

How'd you do that?

yes good

[deiform]

[ oh. this is a lot like some of his saints, like some of the angels. a little like he and buddha, actually. it's.. kind of comforting, in a way. though it.. seems like he doesn't even realize it, himself? huh.

his smile softens a little at the question, wiggling the fingers not wrapped around his glass. ]

I just kind of miracled it away, I guess you'd say. It was just a little one, though.

[rube]

[miracle? that's a first.]

It ain't magic?

[it doesn't matter how small of a glimpse he gets of an ability, not to him. if this were his first time here, he'd probably be much more alarmed, but by now- there are worse things that could've been done. magic kind of ...interests him, now. more than he'd like to admit.]

[deiform]

I guess other people might call it magic, but it's a little different when I do it.

[ he chews his lip thoughtfully, head tilting faintly. how.. to say this.. ] Um. Haven't you done this sort of thing, yourself? I mean, you're a little bit like me. [ he shifts to tuck his empty glass under his arm, tapping fingertips against the center of his chest. ] Here, I mean. Your soul.

[rube]

[the statement throws him. he opens his mouth to speak, but falters. this should be impossible; what he's saying is impossible. part of him, his heart, understands, but he himself? he's having some problems even coming to terms with what jesus is pointing out.]

The hell are you talkin' about?

[it comes out more agitated than he means it to, but confusion never settles well with him.]

[deiform]

You already know, don't you? There's-- you're light. Like me.

[ he offers another smile, small and warm and loving, as if he's always known ben. ] It's-- You haven't really had a lot of answers about it, have you? [ that seems obvious. it had been really scary for jesus at first, too. especially once he'd realized just what would happen to him in the future. ]

[rube]

[what-

is this guy like management?]

I know what I am. You- [he runs a hand over his face, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he struggles with himself to even say the word. with a vague motion toward the other man, he finally forces the word from his lips,] you an Avatar?

[that's what he's called, what his father hammered into his mind. sure, ben has a lot of issues, and he knows what he is, but finding someone who's like him, in a place like this? the chances were slim, at best, even impossible, and his mind is already racing with the mere possibilities of being able to learn more.]

[deiform]

[ he considers the question seriously for a moment, finally just willing away the plate and glass and dusting his hands off absently. ]

Umm.. not.. exactly. Not in the way you're thinking of it, I think. There's only ever me where I'm from, though other religions have other deities. But Father's kind of the overall.. boss..

[ a small sigh. ] I'm not explaining this very well. Listen, have you ever heard of Christianity?

ugly laughter into the distance

[rube]

[it's only been drilled into him since he was four, but, you know. no biggie.

the amount of confusion and awe that mixes in ben's features is profound. his mouth is hanging open, brow furrowed so intensely it's as though it's frozen in place.]

No- no way. [he doesn't know how to react. he's putting two and two together and the amount of steps it takes for him to wrap the small bits and pieces of information around his head is too many steps. he throws his hands into the air, reaching behind him -- and thank god (ha ha) there's a table and a seat, because he plops himself right down.]

Jesus Christ.

[his head dips into the palms of his hands, elbows resting on his knees. he's sinned too many times, and come to terms with those sins, but this is way too overwhelming.]

throws self into the void

[deiform]

[ he spreads his hands, expression a little sheepish. ] Ta-da?

[ he hesitates for only a moment or two before pushing a chair close to ben and then sinking down into it, reaching over to pat his knee briefly (and yep, there's definitely a big ugly scar on the back of that hand). he knows now, of course, because he can't help but know-- not when ben is this distressed. ]

It's okay, just take a few breaths. I'm not actually nearly as scary as some people like to paint me, and I'm not here to judge you.

i came here to have a good time and im honestly feeling so attacked right now

[rube]

[if only ben knew that jesus had been an avatar of light in his world, too. management didn't leave him with much information besides the power and base knowledge he gave to him, and that was it. done and done. the rest had been left for him to figure out himself.

he catches sight of the scar as jesus speaks, forcing himself not to shy from his touch. but what about murder, he wants to ask, and he suddenly has so many questions flooding him that he has to hold back.

where does he even start.

maybe with something easy. he sits up, hands intertwining in his lap.]

You asked- [he has never struggled so hard with words in his life,] you asked if I could do things like you, takin' wine outta clothes. [he shakes his head,] It don't work like that for me.

headshaking intensifies

[deiform]

[ jesus waits patiently as ben works through what he wants to say, still practically radiating understanding and love and empathy. he laces his own fingers together loosely in his lap-- loosely so that ben will see that it's not meant to be a closed-off gesture.

his head tilts slightly as he listens, expression curious and interested. for a few moments, he's silent, expression soft and thoughtful, before he unlaces his hands again and offers them out, palms up. ]

Um.. here. Will you show me? [ he prefers to keep his.. pseudo godliness under wraps most of the time, but it's sort of pointless here. especially now, when ben is obviously lost and hurt and confused. ] I think.. it'll be easier for you if you just let me see your world. And you.