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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[hewhoisalone]

[Well, that's one way of putting it. He nods, his face beginning to redden. No one likes being reminded of the fact that at birth they were seen as disposable, even if they were rescued and adopted later.]

Yes. Senmut, physician to the poor, and Kipa, his wife, who found me were my only family.

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[babbylon]

[Gilgamesh couldn't care less for details or for excuses. But after a time of simply staring into his locket, as if he were assessing the man at the gallows instead of from the floor, he declares:]

By the grace and glory of my crown, I pardon you, in all your helplessness and misery.

[But just in case Sinuhe thought that entitled him to kindness...]

Do not forget yourself around me again, mongrel. Learn well from this lesson.

[...there's another reminder that it wasn't.]

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[hewhoisalone]

[Sinuhe was raised in a world of strict order and hierarchy. Just as he is naturally higher than a slave or a peasant, so there are men placed above him by the will of heaven. The fact that Gilgamesh is a) unknown to him or b) talking to him through magical means instead of being in his immediate presence doesn't change anything. If anything, the inclusion of obvious magic helps the aura of power the other man puts off.

As he's already sitting it doesn't take much more for him to bend forward until he is prostrate with his forehead touching the ground and arms placed at his sides. It is only the proper form of respect for kings and gods alike and he doesn't necessarily find it degrading. Besides, the gesture can't hurt.]

My lord is both wise and gracious, and I do not deserve his favor.

[babbylon]

[It can't and it doesn't. While Gilgamesh does enjoy flattery in due measure, he also quite clearly distinguishes genuine shows of respect from transparent groveling. He went down in the history books as a hedonist, not a tyrant beyond all law and reason.

So Gilgamesh waves the display off, and confirms Sinuhe has avoided his wrath. And hopefully has indeed learned not to tempt it in the future.]

What service did you provide your Pharaohs, son of Senmut? Perhaps you might serve me the same way.

[hewhoisalone]

[He sits back up once more now the physical formalities are out of the way. His speech remains formal though, especially as he goes into the specialized bragging that this bit usually requires. He wouldn't have gotten far with humility when it comes to his skills.]

I am a physician. I open skulls, restore sight to the blind, and bring those who are as the dead back to the fullness of life. I have treated Pharaoh himself, as well as the kings of Amurru, Hatti, and Babylon, where I was borne to the palace on the chair of foreign ambassadors and gods that forty slaves must carry.

[babbylon]

Mind yourself well and I shall not treat you as a slave.

[In name, at least. Gilgamesh tended to push around whoever he wanted however he pleased, but he's not overly fond of slaves on principle. Better they worship you of their own free will than be whipped half to death for the sake of compliance, unless circumstances merited punishment.

He also excuses what might come across as a bit of ego, as Sinuhe is correct: one did not hire a physician based on their modesty. And there's potential in this, which he'll eagerly pounce upon.]

Would you say, then, Sinuhe, that attending your duties offers you ample opportunity to observe others? Especially those of some... importance, as you've described.

[hewhoisalone]

[Ah. This is familiar. It wouldn't be the first time his skills as a doctor and his (as Horemheb put it) truly guileless face and manner have been asked to be a mask for some sort of spying.]

There is no place that does not welcome a physician, lord, and no man keeps secrets from him -no matter how great- if he fears his life is at risk.

[babbylon]

Then you already know what I might ask of you.

[And Gilgamesh has humility enough, shockingly, to look honest about it. He's not beating around the bush for what he wants, not this time. Perhaps Sinuhe's quick and clever retreat to good manners paid off.

Gilgamesh goes on without sparing a single thought to those others who might be listening in. What does he care? He is the natural ruler, and so has nothing to fear from them or anyone else.]

I grant you leisure to act freely. So long as you report back to me, what interesting things you learn as you go about your business... we'll overlook your ill-born status in service of a higher authority.

[hewhoisalone]

[There's a moment of uncomfortable silence that Sinuhe can't entirely disguise before he speaks again. This has rather put a kink into his plans of learning what he could of this place's medicine, then going off to follow in his father's footsteps. He can't imagine Gilgamesh would care to hear what a physician of the poor has to relate about his patients.]

And where shall I find you, lord, when you have need of me?

[babbylon]

Indulging myself in this realm's spoils, most likely.

[Gilgamesh speak for getting drunk, getting laid, with a strong chance of both at the same time. He seems to find his own joke rather funny, chuckling in an unnerving sort of way, but it's probably a good sign that he's laughing instead of... well, laughing while splitting someone else apart.

He supposes he could give a clearer answer, after several awkward seconds of this.]

Ah... well... they call this palace Caer Glaem, I'm told. You may summon me with your finest wine, otherwise. Rest assured I'll find it.

[hewhoisalone]

[He doesn't mention that he already knows the name of the palace, or that he's already inside of it himself. Or that he doesn't intend to leave it for a good while. (At least until the white stuff outside disappears.) This seems to be a situation where it's wisest to give his new liege lord a wide berth for as long as he possibly can.

He doesn't bow as he did before, but he nods, deep and respectful.]

As you will it.