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TEST DRIVE #6
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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! |
Lia de Beaumont | Le Chevalier D'Eon | Seelie
This is not Versailles. You are not home.
[It's a whisper before Lia quite realizes she's given it voice. Fingers are wrapped around a crucifix, the beads spilling out of her white-knuckled grip, leaving little indentations in her skin.
Over and over, she goes over that fact in her mind. She's been to great Courts. To Russia, to England, she's made the French Court her home. This is something else entirely, and she has to make a point of standing upright, of not huddling in the court yard as she takes in her surroundings.
Anyone who lingers near her will gain a smile, quick and polite, her hands before her as any lady's should be.]
Is this place very different than where you came from? Or have you always been here?
wildcard - sneaking around the castle
[It is very difficult to sneak in skirts. Lia has had practice, of course, in dresses far heavier and with far more layers. Truly, it isn't a fine court dress unless you can not fit through a doorway. Several pounds of dress is nothing, nor is a corset if one is used to such things.
The castle is a curious place. Lia has left the feast, crept out into a side hallway and then into another. It isn't forbidden but she doubts very much it is encouraged and of course it is not very long before she's turned around, and beginning to think it was not the best of ideas to go creeping around without a guide.
She turns another corner, nearly colliding with someone and issuing a soft noise of surprise, hand groping into her skirt for some form of protection.]
I beg your pardon. I did not see you there.
[In this possibly forbidden part of the castle.]
omg lia!!
Oh, it is very different, and familiar only as fairytales are. But it is welcoming, and others have been kind in helping me with the differences.
You are new?
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[Not since she was young enough to believe in such things but, well, here she is and perhaps she should have believed more in them.]
I am new. I am finding it very different from my home.
[But she hastens to add.]
Which I do not believe to be entirely a bad thing but I am a creature of familiar comforts. How long have you been here?
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[But at least he'd added the great and she smiles a bit more genuinely. One does have to adapt fast, when thrust into a new culture. This isn't an introduction at Court after months of studying it.]
I live in Versailles, now. France. The Court of His Majesty Louis XV who is in God's grace.
[Well that is a mouthful.]
What of yourself? Where is it that you come from?
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Louis XV! How incredible [Wait, she asked a question. Focus, son.] Ah, for my own part, I live in London, England, under Her Majesty Queen Victoria. 1881.
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[How could someone have not is the implication there, but it was happening surprisingly often in this place. She's aware of different places and different times, but his reply gets a very strong side eye. Nothing personal, of course, but there were never any etiquette lessons on speaking with someone roughly a century and a two score ahead of you.]
I have been to London, though of course when a King was on the throne. England has gone back to a Queen?
[Wait, she's being rude, isn't she? Lia sweeps into a little curtsy which probably looks more exaggerated than it is thanks to the power of giant skirts.]
My name is Lia de Beaumont, monsieur. I beg your pardon as well for not making my introduction much sooner.
Re: Lia de Beaumont | Le Chevalier D'Eon | Seelie
In truth, I wonder if any place in my own world is like this. The variety of beings is surprising.
[Easterners had been emigrating the the Dragaeran Empire for some time, but it would be rare to see one even on the serving staff: the number of Eastern nobles could be counted one one hand. Other species were even more reclusive.]
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[Of course. There are creatures here she thinks from storybooks. Faeries and faerie magic and she'd even heard talk of dwarfs. She startles a bit, dips her head.]
I apologize. I was not thinking at all of...where I am now. But why should you find it surprising, monsieur?
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[No, that makes no sense.]
Each type of...being? Would that be very many kingdoms that exist in your world, then?
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For my people, there are three: the Empire of Dragaera, and two small island nations off its coast. There are many small kingdoms of Easterners, but there is no proper census. Such things change too quickly, as is the nature of Easterners.
Cat-centaurs organize themselves into tribes, for all they occupy land formally claimed by the Empire, and, as for the Serioli, they rarely speak to outsiders.
And your own world? What manner of kingdoms exist there?
[He assumed it was much like the East of his own, given he guessed Lia was whatever her world called an Easterner.]
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[Dragaera? Cat-centaurs? It sounds almost frightful and she is almost checking to make certain her new companion in conversation does not have hooves.]
There are many countries, indeed, but to be quite honest one is much like another. We are all the same species, it is only a matter of where we are born or where we marry.
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I have been told that we have been brought from many worlds; I would not expect others to know of my home country. No more than, I'm sure, I know of yours.
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[And how strange that is. She does look at him, subtly, out of the corner of her eye because it is rude to do otherwise. At least, until she turns to give a little dip under the rustle of skirts.]
My name is Lia de Beaumont, monsieur.
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Temma, Duke of Arylle.
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[She lowers a fraction more. She has manners. Trained into her for years. They might as well come to be useful here.]
Have you been here long?
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Not long at all. And yourself?
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[Even if he's hardly had time to gather up much of an impression. First impressions are important, aren't they?]
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Your situation? Was it quite dire when you were taken?
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[That strikes a chord with her and she looks up, a little startled, but the expression smoothing over into a polite court face once again.]
That seems quite unfortunate.
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