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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[anarchos]

[He doesn't miss her grip tightening, and though he doesn't react outwardly, he understands it. They have precious little moments to lower their guard anywhere, and it extends into this court. He might be protective over all the 100 (or at least, what's left of them), but there are still those he trusts more than others, and Raven's gotten fairly high on that list - in a small list, she's one he's glad to be here with.]

[Bellamy scowls a bit. Hallucinations usually aren't collective. His own last experiences were traumatic at its finest, but at least here there aren't any corpse. So far.] Fairy magic. [He spits it out hotly, still in disbelief, but then starts to wonder - could they produce a mass hallucinogenic?]

[He shuffles a glare at at imp who looks at them in a way Bellamy deems a little too wrong. It scrambles off, and he adjusts his grip on Raven's waist.] Nowhere good, if they had to force us into it.

[Because that's the thought at the forefront right now - no matter how appetizing and welcoming the food looks, there has to be a catch. There's always a catch.] We'll have to ask around. Not everyone looks... local. [He's caught sight of people looking just as out of place as the two of them, even though their grime and hard looks seem to mesh well enough.]

[belligerents]

Or friendly. [Which is saying something considering they are used to Grounders who are pretty savage as far as people go. The people on the ground have certainly reverted in many ways, and Raven is very much reminded of the lifestyle, at least what she has seen from Lincoln and the others who tried to attack the drop ship. Her lip curls at the thought as she looks around, clearly not pleased with what they have to deal with.

But like him she's cautious. It's hard to ignore the smells of the rich food, and her eyes keep darting back to the people sitting at the tables. Could it be so bad? She knows there's about a hundred and one things they need to do, and she isn't sure how useful she'll be in a place like this. So far she hasn't seen any signs of tech, wires or even electricity. Fairies are some how still old school.

It seems fitting with the way they told those tales. Still a disgruntled Raven isn't happy about what that means for her which means very little when presented with this much food.]

No one seems to be dying or hallucinating. Whatever this magic is, I'm wondering if it's worth it if we don't have to live off dried jerky. [She nods toward an open spot at one of the tables, trying to drag him that way though Bellamy controls more of the movement with two working legs. But the mechanic is long past that. There seems to be all types of meats, pies, gravies, jams, and baked goods. This is far better than she can imagine, not having experienced Mt. Weather for self.]

We can scout the place out after.

[anarchos]

I can deal with unfriendly. [He can deal with a lot, in all honesty, and snapping at people comes easily, especially when they're picking fights first.]

[Bellamy sighs a little, because his empty stomach is near ready to punch his paranoia in the face. He hasn't seen food this appetizing in forever, and Raven's logic about it isn't helping fight that urge to eat. Nor is the way she tries to direct him towards a table.]

[He could stop her, easily. He has the strength and capacity, but he gets a whiff of some kind of pork, thinks about the words dried jerky, and he finds himself walking them both in the direction she intended.]

Seems stupid to kill off a bunch of people you just kidnapped, too. [It's half to her, half to himself, to reassure himself that the food is fine, but it makes sense too. And that they need full stomachs if they're going to do a full and whole scouting mission later, with no growling giving them away.]

[He half lowers her towards the bench, but he's not settling her - he's just moving himself, and her, to give her the best angle to get her own self situated however she wants.]

[belligerents]

[She'll take whatever excuses he wants to give right now. Her paranoia isn't quite as bad, and her own stomach is winning out at the smell of the meat. Right now if she had to sell her soul away, she just might to get a bite of that roast. Raven is so over it, Bellamy doesn't get a response as he finally gets them close enough she can at least lean on the table to set herself down. He does get a mild look of gratitude as she sits on the wooden bench. She isn't in the most comfortable position, but she can throw her good leg on the other side so she's straddling the bench.

At this point that's just good enough for her. Already she's having dishes passed to her, things only ever really talked about. Her family might not have been quite the working class, though it was mostly just her and being a mechanic as it was, but this food is much richer than she's used to, and even as she's passing Bellamy the plate with the pork loin on it, she's got a chunk in her mouth.]

So what's the plan? [Because even with the food in front of her, she's not quite the level of enchanted as Jasper or Month might be. They do need to get back down to business. There are others missing, and they need to get back to their people and the survivors of the Ark landing. Cutting up some of the casseroles, she looks to him for where they are going to go next.]

[anarchos]

[He sits down next to her, though he's not so immediate in his eating endeavors. Bellamy takes the pork plate, dumping some on his own, but he's a lot slower in choosing what else he wants. His stomach grumbling is almost enough to make him dive in recklessly, but first he cases out the rest of the table -]

[Before turning back to Raven.] I want to find out if anyone else is here. [Back home, most of his people are still stuck in Mount Weather. From what he learned via Clarke, giant fancy feasts are par for the course in the safe little killzone of the mountain, so it sets him a little on edge. At least imps and fairies don't seem the type to come after his blood, in the literal medicinal sense.]

But I want to get a better layout of where we are first. Just because there's a feast doesn't mean everyone's attending. [It's what Clarke might do too, he thinks, at last taking a small bite of the pork. He almost closes his eyes with how good it tastes - he can't even remember if he had something that edible and appetizing on the Ark.]

[His voice drops a bit:] The sooner we figure out what we're here with, exactly, the sooner we can find a way out.

[Bellamy's not sure the Earth is the best place to return to - but he's not going to stay stuck here without everyone else. He's argued with the Ark survivors enough about rescuing his people - he's not going to give up now.]

[Besides, he wants to know who thinks they can just drag him here and use him. He's done with being used.]

[belligerents]

Weapons, [She ceremoniously says around a mouth full of food before swallowing it. Sorry, Bellamy. She relates to his trust, but right now the steaming piles of hot food are just too demanding to give in to the paranoia.]

We need to arm ourselves. If they've kidnapped us, there's no telling what else they have planned.

[Although there's a pause, because there doesn't seem to be much tech here. She looks from the people around them back to him.]

Think they have any guns?

[anarchos]

[He doesn't care at all about her supposed bad manners. He's seen worse, and he's a few bites from talking with his own mouthful.]

[He drops his voice low, so only Raven can hear.] I showed up with a gun. But no extra ammo. Not sure if it's their kind of tool though.

[Bellamy pauses himself, to take another bite of the pork, and he hasn't quite swallowed when he picks up again.] Don't wanna waste it, unless it's an emergency. They've gotta have an arsenal like the Grounders do, at the very least. [You know, judging from the style of this place so far. Swords, knives, spears - if they have to make due without guns, he's not too concerned, considering how well he adapted to bladed weapons.]

If they won't give us anything, we'll just have to find it for ourselves. [He has absolutely no qualms about stealing from kidnappers tbh.]

[belligerents]

[She listens carefully, picking around some hunks of what she thinks is chicken. It could be some other pheasant, but Raven doesn't care. It's roasted and the skin on it is crispy. She isn't questioning the food right now, not when it seems safe over all.

Weapons on the other hand? She can understand where he's coming from, and she's not surprised he's packing.]

I can't believe they've never heard of guns. [Of course she doesn't know about the Station, yet, but she's not really looking forward to what she has to offer.]

There's another court though-- the imp said something about a war. Think Clark or any of the others could be there? [It's a start at least.]