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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[debts]

[ Her smile peters out into something more genuine, a little more directly amused. Howard Stark: first and only person to call Natasha Romanoff a dreamer.

She doesn't clarify the expression. Instead, she shifts the set of her shoulders as she stands, brushing her palms against her sides before sparing another glance towards him. It looks -- a little thoughtful, but mostly approachable. The kind of expression a diner girl might wear when she's having a good day over a bad one. (The implications of time travel are easier to digest with magic, but she's still working the trajectory of that particular conversation.) ]

Natasha.

[ Clarifying: ]

My name.

[stickseller]

(To him she is, though. Space travel is something still years off. Sputnik 1 is still a decade away, having something in space that could actually show them a picture of where they are, which he's assuming is what she means by it, that is a dream.

He returns the smile, his own relaxed, pleased. He seems surprisingly at ease with all of this for what it is, but he's always been good at putting up facades. Truth is though, it did come at a convenient time, and while he worries for his butler, he knows the man is more than capable of taking care of himself. And hopefully it'll all soon be cleared up. Hell, maybe the magic can help somehow. (even if he is still skeptical to it all, at heart. But for the time being it's better to go with the flow, as it was. He'd seen a few trying to resist and he'd much rather keep dealing with the faeries than the imps.)

Beautiful. (The grin flickers into the vague area, blurred between a smile and a smirk.) The name. And the person it's attached too.

(He is a Stark, after all. He'll reach his hand towards her.) Howard.

[debts]

[ She doesn't bother to look pleased about it. It's not really necessary -- right now, Natasha doesn't give enough of a fuck to navigate that when it's the world that comes first -- so while she doesn't smile, she doesn't bite, either. ]

I know.

[ This time she does smile. Natasha cultivates things carefully, though not nearly with the pedantic attitude some might suggest. She arches a brow, neat, and shrugs a shoulder. ]

You look a lot shorter in the pictures. [ Sort of, though in reality what she's referencing are the coroner's reports included in the initial dossier on Tony Stark. Tactfully, that does not get a mention. ]

[stickseller]

(Well well, a feisty one. Those are always fun. Howard's just going to rock back on the balls of his feet, and bark out a laugh then.)

You know I usually get the opposite, so I'll take that as a compliment and run with it.

(He's always worked his angles well, although, of course, he figure she's probably mostly seen photos of him next to Steve -- that man makes most look small, it's cheating.)

So what do you usually do, Miss Natasha? When not getting lured by faeries to a magical world of war?

[debts]

[ Dryly: ]

I'm a KGB agent working towards dismantling the lazy complacency of the American people. [ That's not being very nice. Natasha straightens, only a fraction, and shapes her mouth into a brief mue. ] Well, I was.

[ A nod. ]

1946? [ The year he's from. Trial and error, and it's not like Natasha's a history buff of the timelines concerning technological advancements in image mapping. ]