TEST DRIVE MEME #8

[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.

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the Corinthian | the Sandman | Unseelie

[13_12]

the feast

Entertainment, food, merriment — what more could one want? Well, that's a terribly dangerous question to ask.

This particular newcomer could want so much more, not that he'll give it away, at first. That's part of the long game of it all, it's no good to show teeth (however many sets of them) too early. And there is something to be said for the fact that there are things here that set even this creature of dreams (nightmares) on edge. Now, the Corinthian wouldn't consider himself a control freak, that was the kind of label for flighty, hysterical kind of people. No, he was simply. . . someone who preferred to be the one in control.

So, he smiles (just one set of teeth, thank you very much, the others tucked away behind dark glasses) — not too much, not too little. Disarming pleasantries are his bread and butter, or rather, the key to far more exciting interactions. Turns to the closest fellow, and asks: "Say, mind sharing what the celebration's for?"

the Station

Cigarettes, coffee, heck, could a guy get a mag too? Creature comforts aren't really much but they do set the scene. And, really, over the years the Corinthian's really learned to appreciate the little things. The way people relax with a warm drink in hand, or the way they open up to a stranger with a cigarette and a light. Really good stuff, all and all.

So, he'll get a cup, marvels on marvels and move to the patio.

"Lot fancier than the other place." A conversation thread thrown out to whoever's listening.

station;

[entitles]

"Fancier than the other place, yes," Balem said, glass of wine in hand that he took a slow sip from every now and then, "But still sorrowfully primitive, I think."

Primitive to a man who had gotten used to ships that could hop between galaxies in an instant, anyways. He was rather difficult to impress, in that sense.

[13_12]

Painfully primitive. His eyebrows raise, a little, though it may be difficult to see behind his sunglasses. Not that the possibility escaped him — given the fairy nonsense and magical nonsense and now this station. A conglomeration of things is what this world seemed to be.

"Sounds like you've got quite the perspective."

[entitles]

"I suppose my situation is rather unusual, even for this place. Let's just say I'm not used to being stuck on one planet," he said, "I take it you've just arrived."

[13_12]

"That is something. Planet hopper, huh?" Just a little interest in his voice, though it was said in the same tone as one might say 'Oh, just got back from Disneyworld?' "Got it in one. Fresh off the boat."

[entitles]

"I've been all across the universe in my time," he said, "And I was the same as you a few months ago now. Not an easy transition. Especially if you come from a place that more like this and less like...out there."

Magical fairy land did hold certain appealing opportunities, but god he missed modern conveniences.

[13_12]

"Had your share of struggles then." The Corinthian shrugs. He's certainly had his own rough patches, but honestly things are looking up! Here's a place with modern conveniences and some eye candy (ha ha). Definitely, things were looking up. "What do you miss the most then — the travel? Or some other kind of luxury?"

[entitles]

"The power, I suppose," he said, not even bothering to seem humble or like less of a power-hungry tyrant, "I was an Entitled, a sovereign of the universe. Anything I wanted was at my disposal, essentially. Here...I'm afraid previous status doesn't matter much. All the more reason to stop the void once and for all."

[13_12]

That brings a chuckle out of him. "From the top to the bottom." Entitled sounded more like the kind of label you might put on a small child with no sense of decorum, fancy as the word was. "Having a hard time climbing back up to where you think you belong?"

Void schmoid, whatever. He wasn't particularly interested in that.

[entitles]

"Oh, no. The fact is I cannot conquer entire planets when I am stuck on one - but I think I've done quite well for myself so far, given the circumstances," he said.

[13_12]

"Ha!" He gives a short bark of laughter. "That would be mighty inconvenient." Things got more interesting by the minute.

"So, what do you do in your free time then, with no planets to conquer."

[entitles]

"Oh, plenty. Time passes by quite fast at my age, so it's hard to get bored, especially with the war and all," he said, "But I've also been placed in charge of one of the spires and the town surrounding it."

[13_12]

"At your age, is it?" He had figured, there had to be a catch. The Corinthian adjusts his glasses, somewhat amused. Too old, too old, always too old it seemed. "Like some kind of nobleman, with a town and spire. That's pretty fancy."

[entitles]

"Fifty-thousand years old, give or take few decades," he said, "And what can I say? I like to live large."

Usually at the expense of everyone else.

[13_12]

"Can't find any fault in that," the Corinthian agrees. Living large, especially at the expense of others, is really the best way to get the most for your proverbial dollar. "You look good for fifty-thousand."

station!

[sawcleaver]

"It's still crowded."

This coming from a woman who looks like she could fit in with the whole era of the Drabwurld, if it weren't for the pistol by her side. Her saw cleaver is tucked away under her cape for now, though it's easy to see whenever she turns. Her eyes wander to the Corinthian and blink, unsure if he was talking to her, or someone else. She answered, of course, but there's always the possibility of him being absolutely insane and is only talking to himself. That was common back in Yharnam, at least.

Re: station!

[13_12]

The disdain on his face isn't quite so obvious, but it's not too difficult for an observer to pick up on either. The Corinthian has rarely found women worth his time. On the other hand, her gear is certainly worth a second look.

"For some definitions of crowded."

[sawcleaver]

She's seen that look before, honestly- she's grown used to it by now. Being a Paleblood, an outsider to Yharnam, meant that she was regarded as filth, as the source of the problem for the beast plague. It didn't matter if she was a hunter or not. So the Corinthian's gaze is ignored in favor of at least explaining herself.

"The places back home that had groups of people usually were ones that were lost to the plague." There are no humans back home, and therefore she has no idea how to react to people who are normal and not out of their minds. Or worse, turned into beasts. Half of her is still convinced there must be some plague here waiting in the shadows. Why else would they want her here?

[13_12]

"Worried about a little sickness?" That does, briefly, bring a smile to his face, but it isn't a nice one. If anything, it's borderline condescending and brutal, just a small veneer over his truly more monstrous self.

It's not that he can't play nice, but he doesn't see a reason to. Not here and not with a woman.

"Or just paranoid?" It's a jibe — a reference to hysterical.