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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[sfoils]

[ Looks like someone doesn't appreciate the Corellian alcoholic expertise. ] No, I'm making it better. It'll take a lot less to get them drunk now, and the taste doesn't give it away.

[ Still, he does feel bad. He rubs at the back of his neck. ] I'm sorry. Maybe add more coloring? Green's a nice color.

[stickanarrowinureye]

The point is the taste. It's supposed to be euuugh not tipsy sip.

[sfoils]

[ Wedge looks around, eyeing a bunch of diced lemons a couple of meters away. He points at them. ] How about we add those? I'll make it euuugh again. [ And give the poor, unfortunate souls who drink it a terrible aftertaste. ] I'm trying to make it up to you here.

[stickanarrowinureye]

[Well. That's something. Maybe. She thinks on it.]

Fine. Toss them in. But it needs something else now... Lard? No, too easy. Beans? No taste. Too weird.

[She looks around in debate. Suggestions?]

[sfoils]

[ Wedge grabs the entire platter, unceremoniously throwing in its entire contents into the mixture.

At Sera's question, he places his fist underneath his chin, thinking. This feels like I'm playing along with one of Wes' practical jokes. ] We shouldn't use anything that'll alter the color too much. It'll give it away. [ Strategizing over the sneakiest ingredients to add into a punch might not be what a commander should be using their military skills for. But the gaiety's nice because it's so rare in Wedge's life.

He eyes some cakes. Spongy, with caf dust on top of them. ] How about those cakes?

[stickanarrowinureye]

[She laughs out an eeeewe.]

Mushy bits.

It has to look like punch or they won't get the punch. Mushy bits? Not punch.

[sfoils]

[ Some tables ago, Wedge saw a massive stack of pancakes, and a pitcher of syrup to go with them. ] Syrup?

[stickanarrowinureye]

What color's green and brown make, not green.

[Tricky, tricky, tricky, hmmmn...]

Not mush, not colored, belongs but really doesn't. And nasty taste.

[sfoils]

[ Wedge wishes Wes were here. Not only would he really get along with this woman, but someone would end up running around naked, or wake up in the punch bowl tomorrow. ] I thought nasty taste was the point. Because if not, we could add more hard liquor.

[stickanarrowinureye]

Right. But. Green punch is punch. Brown punch is piss.

[Her logic sometimes...]

[sfoils]

[ Wedge wants to argue that brown urine (instead of yellow) is a medical condition. But that's not the point here.

He crosses his arms, watching people pass by. ] So, it needs to be green or green-ish so it'll blend with the punch without discoloring it. [ Pureed green veggies?

He's still of a mind to just mix hard liquor into it and watch as people stumble after a single drink. ]

[stickanarrowinureye]

Oh, finally you get it.

[At this rate, she may just approve the liquor idea.]

[sfoils]

[ Wedge raises an eyebrow at that. It's meant as friendly ribbing, however. ] All this thinking is making me thirsty. [ So he picks up the bottle of whiskey and downs half of it in a single go.

This is not as impressive as it looks. ] I'm Wedge, by the way. Wedge Antilles. Nice to meet you. [ Even if the circumstances are very, very strange. ]

[stickanarrowinureye]

[Snort giggles ensue.]

Wedge! Wedged in where?

[sfoils]

[ Oh, sithspit, Wedge knows this game. Still, he takes it in stride, because it's harmless. It is an odd name in some worlds. ] Wedged nowhere, it's really my name.

I get the feeling you would get along with one of my XOs. He started the Wedge Pledge, then when that fell through, the smash hit Wedge on a Ledge.

[stickanarrowinureye]

[She's still laughing. This is GOLD. Did she even hear him? Who knows.]

Wedgie.

This thread is gold, thank you so much

[sfoils]

[ Wedge looks pained.

This is not the time to mention his childhood nickname is Veggies. ]

Nooo thank you! This has been great fun :)

[stickanarrowinureye]

[It takes her almost a full minute to recover from laughing. The only shock is she didn't end up rolling on the floor. Still some little snickers get in between her words.]

All right then, Wedgie. Pour in that liquor. They want sips, they got sips.

[sfoils]

[ He's not going to bother correcting her. If there's one thing you learn when one of your best friends is Wes Janson (and a squadron whose maturity levels hover just a couple of years above Janson's, so the 10-12 years range or so) is that protesting against a nickname just makes the nickname stick harder.

Two bottles of whiskey go into the punch. You could light it on fire. ] Even for Corellia, its alcohol content is probably illegal.

[stickanarrowinureye]

Brilliant.

Now we sit, they sip, we watch, they tip.

That'll loosen these tight arses up.