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

[shewasvery]

Well, isn't that just her luck.

She does her level best not to show her chagrin, instead smiling at him as if she's just met an old pal she hasn't seen in a decade. "Tobias Matthews, as I live and breathe," she says pleasantly. Of course she's aware of the ironies of the cliché. "How marvellous to see you here."

It's said in that arch tone that you could easily take either way—as genuine pleasure or the driest of sarcasm.

[monstrous]

"That's one word for it," Toby says, not quite as pleasant as Victoria, but doing his best to keep up the act. He stands shoulder to shoulder with her, gazing out at the crowd around them, not minding the fairy still on Victoria's shoulder. He raises his glass to his lips and takes a sip. He leans closer to her, like close friends sharing some side conversation.

"So what do we think of this place? The natives seem friendly enough."

[shewasvery]

The fairy is gently plaiting a lock of Victoria's hair, in fact. She shrugs her shoulder, like a horse trying to twitch off a fly, but the damn thing has no interest in going anywhere.

Resigned to that, she raises her eyebrows just a little bit at Tobias's question. "I wouldn't want to speak for you, Tobias, but I find it all very fascinating. The sort of thing that makes you wonder if Yeats wasn't on to something."

She tilts her head slightly as she speaks, seemingly unconscious of the motion, and the fact that it makes her hair fall back slightly and expose just a bit more of her throat.

[monstrous]

He can't help but cast a sideways glance at her throat. He knows she knows what she's doing. They've both danced around this sort of exchange before. Last time it had left him frustrated, to put it kindly.

Exhaling a breath from behind clenched teeth, he purposely looks away from her, downing the rest of his drink in one go. He puts it down on a passing tray, and grabs another drink. Taking another sip he braces himself, before smiling at her again, all teeth. "Isn't it just? Brings to mind "The Rape of the Lock." Good old Pope."

[shewasvery]

She's not going to laugh at his reaction. She's just going to enjoy it quietly.

"I'm glad I can rely on someone for an apt literary reference," she says, knowing quite well that there are more than a few references to Tobias Matthews's literary tastes in the Foundation's (disturbingly) capacious files. "I was afraid I was going to be quite homesick without that sort of thing."

[monstrous]

"Really?" Toby asked, spotting an opening he could take to escape the temptation of Victoria's very pretty little neck. "Yearning for home would be the last thing I'd expect from you, considering what's waiting for you if you do return."

Toby signaled to one of the feast's servers with his empty glass, a clear invitation to bring him another drink.

"Your superiors can't be happy with the mess you made of things. I wonder, even if this place by some miracle did decide to bring you back, what would that Foundation of yours do with you? Dodgy group like that? I shudder to think."

Toby does a small shudder for effect. When the server appears with his new drink, he hands over the old one with a smiles. "Cheers."

[shewasvery]

Victoria's still only halfway through her own drink. She swirls it lightly in her glass, studying the ripple and flow of the liquid.

"Superiors? Well, considering I'm the one in charge there—no, I can't say I'm all that pleased, and I'm not too proud to admit that the whole affair could have gone better." Oh Tobias, she thinks, you're going to have to try harder than that if you want to get under my skin. "That being said, my own ... dissolution does not equate with that of the Foundation. And really, I take exception to 'dodgy'." Her eyes widen as if Tobias has made some kind of rude noise in refined company.