TEST DRIVE MEME #7

[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 not with mirthful revelry, this time around dear friends. There is a seriousness in the air, though the food is still hearty and the imps still mischievous. 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! Be mindful, though -- the monarchs are watching and cross court communication should be done with the utmost secrecy.

Comments

[withbite]

Am I?

[Look around, Roman. No one here was going anywhere near the two empty thrones on the dais. There was also a hushed air to the entire feast, like they might wake a sleeping bear.]

Feel free to test that theory.

[mesmerisation]

I'll just wait for you to get your skin peeled off instead.

[ He's joking. Sort of. It's hard to tell. He's too chickenshit to test the theory himself; whether or not Damon's full of shit will have to be decided later. ]

What're their names? The heads of the court.

[withbite]

Morla for sparkletits and Reul for... I haven't thought anything up for him. He's not the one that signs all my presents. Let's call him Evil Overlord the First for now.

[mesmerisation]

[ Roman's frown deepens and he crosses his arms, slouching over even more than he'd been previously. ]

What presents?

[withbite]

So far? A title. A pet of sorts, though I'm told there's more to it if I bother to 'open up to my magic side'.

[Snort.]

Oh, and this.

[He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a silver flask. He shook it at Roman.]

Neverending booze. It's scotch, not bourbon, but... better than fairy wine.

[mesmerisation]

[ It sounds like bullshit, all of it. Who'd look at this guy and give him a title? Who'd want him to open up his magic side — which, quite frankly, just sounds like they want him to try shrooms? The alcoholic equivalent to an Everlasting Gobstopper is creative, but ridiculous. The claims aren't bullshit in the sense than he doesn't believe him, though. A lot of bullshit turns out to be true. He looks the flask up and down. ]

Prove it.

[withbite]

Do I look like either a member of the Ringling Brothers circus or some kind of supplicant looking for approval from a master? I'm going to go ahead and answer for you since it was rhetorical, but that would be a 'no' to both. Meaning I'm not jumping through hoops or making a puddle for the beasties to lap up and get drunk off of to prove to you that magic is real.

Take a bit of a look around, junior. Breathe in the smell of not-Kansas.