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.

Comments

[uneulogized]

Not a whole lotta places to do that here. I'm improvising. [In a swift, fluid motion, he draws his arm back while turning to lean against the desk, half-sitting on it. Out of the corner of his eye, he's taking in the screen and the information. It's clear that this guy doesn't want to go without. He's getting intel, but that suit—oh, that suit. It's new and different. Jason's trying to decide what he's made of it.

He's just not there yet.]

But I've got a thing for pointy ears, you follow? They're eyecatching.

[schways]

[Why does this always happen to him? He leans back, very purposefully and takes the time to memorise Jason's face. The eyes, the hair -- there's a certain look about him that is familiar for all he doesn't recognize him. Uncomfortably familiar.

He doesn't want to say that Bruce has a type, but Terry's seen himself in the mirror. ]

Awh, you're a fan.

[The tone's cocky, almost light-hearted. ]

[uneulogized]

Of the symbol and all that it means? Sure, I love it. The actual guy who should be wearing it? He has a way of working things that you wouldn't believe. [The way he phrases things is partly for theatrics, and partly to see how this Batman will respond. Jason crosses his arms over his chest and keeps on smirking.]

Something tells me you're ... second-rate. Why, I found you this easily. I could think of five better ways to get what you're digging up. [He quirks a thumb toward the computer.]

And make it actually worth your while. What're you gonna do? Live here?

[schways]

[It's a slow sort of realization that hits him. Well, two relizations. The first is: this guy is way nuts. The second is: this guy is one of Bruce's dregs. He groans and slouches down in his seat, a gloved hand coming up to cover his face. There's two ways to deal with it; Bruce's way would be to close up, shields up and not entertain the dramatics.

He's not Bruce though and Terry loves to talk.]

Why does this always happen to me?

[It's an innocent enough question. They've already established that he's Not That Batman. He can afford to be a little more Terry. ]

I could live here just fine and never face an outdoor toilet. Ever.

[There's something about Jason, though -- something that reminds him of old news vids of Tim as Robin. He peaks out between his fingers. ]

But I get feeling you've been slumming it here for a while, so I'm listening fanboy.

[uneulogized]

"Slumming it," huh, [Jason murmurs. The choice of words is decidedly not in poor Terry's favor. Already judging him for daring to wear that symbol—Jason has entertained ideas of becoming Batman himself already, but he's thrown aside those plans multiple times—he finds himself judging this guy further because of the clear indications of classism. The one guy to not do that with, and Terry did it.

Poor Terry.]

I don't know why I should be helping you. Shouldn't you be a master of problem solving? That is what your ego is telling you, isn't it? [An edge seeps into his voice. He doesn't like him now, that much is clear. That flirtatious mocking has passed, now replaced with obvious agitation.]

[schways]

[Train, meet immovable object. ]

What is with the 'tude?

[He's just -- not going to dignify any of that with an answer. He's already well aware he's not as good as Bruce at all of this. ]

[uneulogized]

So far, this world's been pretty damn lucky in not having a Batman. And then you—[Jason raises his hand and pokes Terry hard on the shoulder]—show right up and cause some problems. Just by sitting here, even. And Unseelie at that? [He smirks. It's revealing a hand he doesn't like to reveal, but he's banking on this Batguy not knowing how the whole shard thing works. He's really certain it'll work in his favor.]

Wow, you really are second rate. Look, lemme do you a favor and give you some advice. Drop the costume, get along with some cute little tights or whatever without that symbol, and enjoy the show here. We don't need some loser calling himself Batman. We're good.