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

[survivra]

[ the "at war" thing lessens the mood a bit. also when their king likes to go a little crazy and rip some heads off. that makes for more of a somber party. ]

At least there's good food.

[ katsa's dropped her court manners long ago (though she can perform them when needed, mostly. she holds out a hand. ]

I'm the Lady Katsa of the Middluns. [ though that doesn't matter a lot here, and she doesn't look much like a titled lady with her short hair and men's clothing. ] If you're an enthusiast of lively parties, you missed one last month with... far fewer clothes. I assume you've just arrived, at least.

[mercurialize]

[Eyebrows raised he looks her over a moment. Far fewer clothes, hmn? No, wait. Let's not go there.]

Obvious, is it? Can't blame me for trying.

[He'll shake her hand, a little relieved himself it isn't bows and curtsies at the moment. Maybe he can relax, or not.]

I'm guessing you've been here far longer?

[survivra]

[ She raises her eyebrows right back. She’s killed men, Kylar. ]

Well, there’s only one reason for these feasts, and if you were used to being here I doubt you’d be commenting on the liveliness of it. Either way, it’s a safe assumption to make at one of these.

I’ve been living in this world for about two years. The castle itself far less. How did they get you? Have they told you anything?

[ she means the imps. the fuckin imps ]

[mercurialize]

[Yeah well, choose your topics more wisely, woman.]

Get me? I walked. Sort of.

[He waves that discussion away quickly, leaving some room for him to strategize how to go about this. He's already mentally counting all of the mistakes he's made in the past minute, starting with actually drinking the wine provided, to giving his name, the handshake, and ending with admitting he's new around here. When was the last time he counted exits? It's almost shameful. He rolls the shame off with a timely shrug.]

There's a war, two sides. That's about it.

[survivra]

You walked.

[ She raises her eyebrows, clearly skeptical with that explanation. One does not simply walk to the Drabwurld. BUT OKAY— ]

That, and a Void that’s hungry to kill everything and everyone that exists.