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

[falconkick]

[ sam's laughter at loki's lactose criticism fades into something a little more thoughtful, considering his words against everything else he's been told in the last few weeks. theoretical physics is a bit above his pay grade, but the idea of the multiverse being a comfort instead of a headache - that's good. that's real good. ]

Damn, dude. You're putting my zen guru to shame.

[ +2 cookie points for loki, sam likes this kid. ]

So you're happy here, living far far away?

[ikols]

[ Waggling eyebrows at the zen guru comment, he piles a hearty meal onto a plate and slides it over to Sam, a bacon roll made for himself; with a casual wave of a hand, the washing up goes one step better, and vanishes altogether with a faint green mist.

Leaning on the counter, he munches his floury roll thoughtfully. ]

I wouldn't know, I only arrived today, but I find it's best to always make use of a situation no matter how it comes about. For example, there are a lot of angry people stomping around indignantly at either of the castles, demanding their right to go home. Are they doing anything productive? No! Not at all. Not like us.

For we ...

[ He drops a piece of bacon on the counter, sucking his fingers clean as he finishes off the rest of his meal. Above the discarded strip, the air dances in shades of green once more as the same fingers caress the barriers between realms that has a stronger signature at the Station, a bright heat fissuring in place. (Strong fairy magic, but I know this tune.) The little bright sparks die down when Loki pops the remaining meat in his mouth, eating it cheerfully. ]

We're learning all sorts of secrets over breakfast.