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

[escutcheon]

[ The look on her face should speak volumes about the subject. Be that as it may, Cousland has manner enough to go from what did I just put in my mouth to something milder - a more polite grimace of disgust most nobles of any stock should instantly recognize. ]

It's fiendishly hot, and bitter besides. Certainly not to my taste.

[ A crying shame when one considers she just wasted her meager coin on it. Still, Cousland is nothing if not stubborn as a mule and will probably shotgun the whole thing down once it's cooled off enough. It's the principle of the thing.

At any rate, she gives an indifferent shrug (Andraste's tits, but her tongue burns!) and crosses her arms across her chest. ] Try it yourself if you must. My only advice would be cold water and some sugar wouldn't go amiss.

[latkje]

[ He gives a thin-lipped smile. Nash hasn't been a noble of any stock for a while, but he appreciates the gesture at politeness. ]

I usually add a good deal of cream.

[ And several lumps sugar. Really, until it doesn't taste quite like coffee anymore. ]

[escutcheon]

[ Good luck with that, stranger. As far as she's concerned, the finest cream in the world can't salvage the face-punching bitterness she's just been subjected to.

Yes, she's spoiled. No, she's not going to be reasonable about it. ]

To each their own, I suppose.

[ Judging a little bit tbh. ]

[latkje]

[ He chuckles a bit. ]

Your words say something your expression belies.

[ But he doesn't seem that offended, though. ]

My name's Nash. My wife would probably agree that I have bad taste.

[escutcheon]

[ Cousland valiantly struggles to hold an offended expression for about two seconds, tops, prior to giving it up entirely in favor of a resigned sigh instead. Haughtiness just doesn't come naturally to her. ]

You've got me there. I can hardly speak my mind on the matter if half of what's in it is particularly crass.

[ But oh! Introductions! Oh boy. c: ] There are worse things in the world to develop a fondness for. You could just have sub-par taste.

Cousland, of the Grey Wardens. A pleasure.