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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[leloup]

[the "o" his lips make parts into something a little softer, more amused, when she starts nudging him. she's very mild even in her curiosity, more akin to that of a content house dog than a wolf, but that could just be because very little fazes her. he thinks he knows the feeling, even if he's not as warm in his composure.]

Definitely excited. Although about what, I have no idea.

[granted, she could just be taking in the Station. it is pretty overwhelming, and definitely not what Bigby is used to. the only technology he's seen integrated with magic on a level remotely similar to this was during the Adversary's takeover, and even then it was never this advanced. it's more mundy than fairy, the best of both worlds taken and blended together into something recognizable but still wholly new. he could easily see getting lost in a place like this. hell, maybe he is. hell if he knows where's he's going at this point.]

Are you looking for something?

[illuminating]

[The Station really is something, isn't it? He should have seen it before its destruction, but at least it seems to be gaining back its old splendor. As for what she's looking for... Here, there seems to be nothing she's looking for per se, which makes her feel at odds, like she hasn't a proper goal to aim for. If anything, she tries to busy herself with tending to and looking after those who need it, who need someone. Not only a friendly presence, but maternal. She worries about those she's given life to, even if perhaps she never gave life to anyone here directly... They feel like the mortals or otherwise back home, and so her affection extends to everyone.

But! Let them not worry about such things, now. Even if she's had nothing in particular in mind prior to his question, just maybe she can weasel something good to eat out of him. She chuffs, tail raising to wag a bit, and then reaches over to gently apply teeth to his fingers. There's a couple of tugs, deliberate, and after this she trots away from him, pausing only to look back. Clearly this means, follow her.

She isn't sure how long he's been here himself, or how much of the Station he's explored, but it may be obvious that she's leading him to the kitchen. Helpless.]

[leloup]

[it's a little surreal having to decipher her body language, no matter how simple it is. the animals he's been around have all been fortunate enough to be able to talk back to him, leaving no doubt in the way of their intentions, but it's been ages since he's seen another one of his own. the only place you can find a wolf at in Manhattan is the zoo, a place he's not skipping work to play hookie at anytime soon. he can just imagine Colin's comments ("cousin of yours, Bigby?") and he's not sure whether he should snort or roll his eyes.

he quirks a brow in her direction, not in a critical way, mind you, just curious.]

Guess that's a "maybe".

[—and he follows her all the same, because really, what else does he have to do? and it's true that he's new, that he doesn't know his way around the station as well as she evidently does, but he catches on quickly enough to make a good guess where this is heading when the coppery odor of metal mingled with sweat and oil begin to fade and give way to the warm scent of freshly baked bread and sizzling meat.]

...Seriously? [oh-so deadpan.] You've only known me for about a minute and a half, and you already want me to treat for lunch? I feel like we're skipping a stage or two here.

[illuminating]

[Mirth sparkles in her eyes at what he has to say, and she steps in a small circle before him, tossing her head lightly. Come now, isn't having a conversation over pork and cake one of the best ways to make a new friend? She groans chattily at him, front paws prancing in place, almost as if she's trying to talk him into it.

Don't be stingy. You've got thumbs, pal.]

[leloup]

[likewise, Bigby's crossing his arms and giving her the hairy eyeball. not very refined, but give him a break; people usually wait a little longer until they're thoroughly buttered him up before trying to con him out of something.]

Yeah, I get it. A gentleman always pays.

[and he's no gentleman; not most of the time, at least. he can feel his brow creasing as he weighs his options (ha, what options?), his eyes not-too-subtly wandering in the direction of a nearby food cart brimming with the easily identifiable smell of pork. it's a nice, salty smell that he hasn't inhaled in a long time. those crummy hot dogs they sell on the street back in New York are cardboard compared to the real deal.

finally and grudgingly, he breaks eye contact and starts heading in the direction of the cart. fuck it. he returns three minutes later with two pork skewers, one of which he offers her, and significantly less coinage than the amount he set out with.]

You're out of luck if you're in the mood for steak. They were sold out.

[illuminating]

[She sits like an impatient child, after following him in her line of sight, fidgeting, sighing heavily through the nose. But before much longer, he's returned with the savory treat, and she stands to greet him, tail waving behind her. Teeth set to chomping down in the center of the skewer and she tugs at it to loosen it from his fingers. Or snatch it, if he makes her.

Either way, she plops onto the floor and holds it between her paws to shear the meat free. When she chews, she gazes at him blissfully, contentedly, lazily. Even thankfully.]

[leloup]

[jeeze, why don't you take his fingers off, too? it's enough to make Bigby almost drop his own skewer, which he thankfully doesn't.]

...Okay, you're a fan of pork. Good to know.

[incredibly vital information to stow away for the future, obviously. that said, she seems happy enough. call him a sap, but that's enough to erase a good deal of the prior exasperation, which wasn't really even exasperation at all come to think of it. more like low-grade bemusement. it isn't every day you meet a brazen young lady who speaks your language.

and fuck it — he's getting hungry, too. the remaining skewer he's holding isn't getting any hotter, so it's with less enthusiasm that he starts digging into his, too. the first bite is euphoric in his mouth, dripping with fat and whatever marinade they cooked it in, which really does a great deal to get him going. soon, he's tearing chunks away with as much restraint as he can afford to keep it from turning into hungry abandon.]

[illuminating]

[Typically, she seizes up for a tense moment when it seems as if he'll almost lose his share, but when he doesn't, she relaxes visibly. It's such a pathetic trait. She doesn't technically even need food. Sure, if she has an Astral Pouch, collecting it will revive her, but this is for taste more than anything.

Even if she pouts, it's still better to share a meal with someone. For once, she's trying to make hers last, but teeth as sharp as hers are made for tearing and tossing, and it's gone within the matter of a minute or so. She grumbles and licks the skewer, not allowing a drop of taste to escape her.]