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!

Comments

[babbylon]

[Gilgamesh did not sign off on tentacles for these potentially scandalous endeavors, but finds himself strangely curious all the same. Most of his subjects would also find said curiosity not at all surprising.

She does have a gift for subtle redirection, though. Clever girl.]

The plight of mortal craft. I soar above such idle concerns, as suits me.

[In a magical ancient throneplane. Don't ask. He'll never stop talking about it.]

[wholesail]

[A tactic needed for working in a male oriented profession, if it was to ever be asked about. But really, that there's no surprise at the mention sounds about right. Giant bulls from the gods. Massive squids. Same difference.]

That part of your history was never handed down to my family. Could you elaborate?

[babbylon]

I don't give away such secrets for free.

[But Gilgamesh is fair, or would judge himself so, and after a moment of thought concedes:]

When I receive my map, I shall compensate you with good stories and good drink. I swear it upon my name, the great Gilgamesh, who seats the greatest of thrones.

[wholesail]

How mean, hinting at something that fantastic and then re-embedding it into something else agreed on.

[She does laugh though, bright and loud, to indicate that it really is no offense at all.]

A good way to give further motivation, although you hardly needed to.

[The name coming from his lips though, that's still something too impossible sounding to be real. But it is absolutely real, and beyond a little awe-inspiring.]

Captain Sua Nudimmud, should you ever need to find me by name.

[babbylon]

I recognize your title and bid you favor while in service of my crown.

[Which he would consider more than magnanimous, if questioned again, which means it's in her best interest to continue rolling along with the pompous punches. Those who sate Gilgamesh's ego, and appetite, generally find their lives long, fruitful, and prosperous.

The knuckles of her hand are brought to his mouth and ever so briefly brushed.]

You are welcome to find me in my quarters, should you ever have a need.

[Not that he won't find her anyway, of his own accord, eventually.]

[wholesail]

It may be a while before I have business in the caer again, should you wish to not be disappointed with something in the short term.

[Besides, baring some odd twist of fate, Gilgamesh is still a man, and Sua's preferences are most decidedly not there.

Even if that gesture has her bright red. That's in reaction to status, and a very, very unexpected gesture.]

totally barking up the wrong tree: the epic: the saga: the award-winning comedy

[babbylon]

[Gilgamesh seems none the wiser to any such preferences, nor would he judge, as the loyalty of every subject belongs to him along with their lands. He simply assumes this is another one of her games to lead him in circles, which just provokes laughter.

Now may not be the ideal time to inform him otherwise. Another matter to consider for the long journey abroad: batting off a suitor who has zero concept of intimate discrimination.]

Then don't keep me waiting too long, Captain. On your map or on your company.

[She may have her hand back. Again. He's fast growing fond of it, apparently.]

ESPECIALLY THE AWARD WINNING COMEDY

[wholesail]

[That hand would pat his hair if he was any other person, and there weren't particular lines already drawn.]

Barring a massive sea storm back home, I don't think that'll be a problem. Thank you for the return of my hand as well.

[She can imagine the discussion of 'so I accidentally think I might have lead on a particular king from great-great-grandpa's homelands into thinking I'm into him' going on with her brother. A discussion that begins with a groan, and ends with him gently resting his face on his desk, asking whyyyyyyyy into the furniture.]