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TEST DRIVE #6

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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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[He watches this newest arrival, finding her vaguely familiar. Maybe she'd been here before. He hadn't paid attention. The imp on her lap had him rolling his eyes before he flicked on the video feed on his end of the locket.]

It's not imps you're supposed to be catering to. It's fairy kings and queens. You've been lucky enough to be drawn into the fun court, but I wouldn't get too attached to the little buggers. They're expendable and annoying.

[With all the Elves with hair similar to her gold and silver locks, it's entirely possible she is being mistaken for one of them. Or he really did meet her before. Either way, Daenerys gives him a cool, calculating glance, the imp - Byka - holding onto her fingers as he stands in her lap.]

Am I catering to him? [All she sees is a child.] Byka means small. In him, I see a curious child.

[His nonchalant dismissal of imp lives doesn't set well with her. Her pale brows rise in unison and she purses her lips.]

I could say much the same of you, ser.

And you don't even know me that well. Tsk, tsk. Judging a book by it's very sexy cover. I'm offended.

[He paused to take a sip from his flask, then shot her a grin.]

No, wait, I'm not. But I really wouldn't get too attached. The imps are invasive, creepy little buggers that seem to delight in crapping where they shouldn't. I'm surprised you're so congenial towards them after they likely dragged you here in a bag. That tends to put them on people's bad sides.

I am judging your poor choice of words. [Her lips twitch at the sexy comment. Really. Is he going to play that game?] Was that them?

[She doesn't look mad. Punishing the imps would be like punishing servants.]

Those they serve shall answer for that. [Lowering Byka to the ground, she gives him a little nudge.] How do I contact them?

I'm going to have to break your little righteous bubble and say 'you don't'. On the rare occasion, they accept all the little people into the throne room for an audience, but for the most part, they're non-existent. Except when they want something. And then, my lovely little sunflower, I hope you're good at jumping before asking how high.

[It's not often, as of late, that she is told no. Really, it's a novelty. But that doesn't mean she has to accept it.]

If they do not answer polite entreaties, there are other ways to gain their attention. [She has to figure out which button to push.] Sunflower?

[No, she will not smile (pictures relevant).]

Dragons do not jump; they fly.

Please, by all means, try your other ways. I'm curious to see what gets their attention -- if anything does.

[He just smiles wider at the question of the petname. Sorry, Dany, but Damon likes his petnames. You shall have many. So many. Oh god, keep a list.

And the smile she's trying to hide just encourages him.]

Maybe they do, but dragons aren't exactly in abundance here. I think there's one somewhere, but there are more trolls and bandersnitches and unicorns here than dragons. So maybe girls who aren't dragons should just be happy they can do anything at all.

I do not need your permission. [A Queen - a Mother - and a Dragon do as they please.

Like she doesn't have enough nicknames already.]

One...? [She knows where to set her sights.] I am not a mere girl. I am Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, Queen of Meereen and Princess of Dragonstone. The blood of Dragons runs in my veins.

It's not my permission you're going to need, but hey, whatever floats your boat.

[Then came the titles and the ire and the flashing eyes. It was a good look on her.

Very impressive.

[He didn't look impressed. He looked amused.]

I hope you realize that means about jack squat here. Right now, you're just a kidnapped little kitten like everyone else, brought here to fight a war for the fairies. There are plenty here who are girls and not mere girls and elves and fairies and... well, other things.

[He smiled, thinking of himself and all the other non-human creatures.]

So unless your dragon blood lets you breathe fire...

Indeed. [She has been told she is worth only as much as she can obtain in a barter her entire life. Why should she flinch at these terms?]

I fear no one and I shall prove myself worthy of many names to come. [Which isn't the point, but it will do.] Breathe it, no.

[Grabbing a candle, she puts her hand into the flame and holds it there.]

Withstand it, yes.

Well, isn't that a neat little trick.

[Since they were sharing...

Fangs dropped and his eyes darkened to red, the blue standing out starkly. And he gave her a toothy grin.]

Any others you're hiding up your sleeves?

[She bends over the locket, her hair tumbling over her shoulders in gentle waves.]

What is it you crave, ser? [With teeth like that...] I am a woman of many talents.

[Ruling, in the bedroom, ruling in the bedroom...]

Many, many things. Maybe those things could be talked about over drinks and a warm fire, mm?

[His eyes slipped to the tumble of hair and, yes, he liked the way that looked. Damon was easily distracted by the fairer sexy and promises of... other things. And he'd been here long enough that those other things were barking at him to be seen to.]

I am intrigued. [To bat away such an offer would be foolish and reckless. She might be the latter at times, but she strives to never be the former.] Where will this fire be lit?

Well, that depends. What are your quarters like at the castle? Because mine aren't nearly up to par enough to entertain such... luscious company. And here, well...

[He spread the locket around, showing the pavilion he was set up in. It might be nicely furbished, but it was still a tent.]

Construction is a bitch.

[She has seen the full extent of them and they are nicer than the accommodations she had in Meereen. The Fae, despite their rough handling, are treating her like royalty in that respect.]

Worthy of one with Targaryen blood. [The wine is sweet - she has had some sent to her room - and there is a fire crackling merrily in her grate.] I do hope you won't get lost.

[Her room - or, rather, rooms - are situated high in the castle where she can clearly see the sky.]

Well, if you plan on being there keeping the fire stoked and waiting, I can be there in... oh, give me an hour?

[That should give him enough time to use the fairy ring, stop by his quarters and clean up, then meet her at hers.]

I have no plans. [Then again...] It would be a shame to let the wine sit for too long.

[For his benefit, she raises a glass of it, letting the fire pick up the different hues.]

The color reminds me of Arbor Gold.

Don't think I've heard of that. I'm a bourbon man myself, but they don't seem to have that here.

[No, just crappy flasks of scotch. That's not what he'd asked for, fairies.]

Does your palate prefer sweet or sour? [Surely some strong red wine can be found in an hour?]

My palate has something to occupy itself I'll bring along.

[Wine was okay, but he preferred stronger spirits. It helped keep that other thirst tucked away and manageable.]

See you in an hour, Dragon Lady.

Bring enough for two.

[She isn't afraid to try something new.]

Do not dally.

[Well well, wasn't this a lovely new predicament. He gave her a salute and a wink before turning off the locket.

Now, he just had to get to the ring, the palace, then to his quarters to clean up and hope his leg wasn't being pulled. Not that he wouldn't take advantage of being at the castle if it was, but... a man had needs, okay? No teasies.]

[Her appetite, shall we say, is no tease. He'll be a delightful end to a disgraceful and disturbing day. She plans on looking at her problems anew tomorrow.

Tonight, she plans on drinking her fill until she feels freed of her burdens and then she will make good use of his...generosity. Won't it be nice to ease some tension?]

[Dany, play nice with the needy vampire.

Just under an hour later, he'll be knocking at her door, holding a single white rose and dressed in his own clothes from home, which she might find a bit odd.]

I hope you're hungry.

[He had a hand behind his back. Guess what was in it?]

TEST DRIVE #6

Locket - Did you order one flirty vampire? Too bad. That's what you're getting

Locket - Doesn't everyone order a flirty vampire? Come on.

They should. Everyone should have their own.

The best accessory ever.

You should see his plug and play abilities. >>

Well he's just too much fun.

He tries so hard.

Keep tryharding, Damon.

It's what he does second best.

Is flirting his best skill?

... Well, it begins with 'f' and ends with 'ing'...

Fanging? :D ...amIrite?

/facepalm No, Dany...

Darn I was one letter off.

Oh, you sweet summer child.

Nothing like those heat-waves~

Oh, he's got something hot for you, Dany. >>

She appreciates all forms of heat.

Ooh la la

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