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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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What? [Ice-man continues to baffle.] No, it's clan.

Ohhhh, I think I get it. [No, he doesn't, not entirely. Sorry, Dancer.] Well, my "clan" is the X-Men. I probably won't tack that onto my name, though. It's not as nice sounding. [Though it does have a lot of meaning to him. That is something he absolutely cannot deny. Being an X-Man is everything to him, so he doubles back in his head to make sure it doesn't sound that way, and decides to leave it.]

So, uh, now that that's out of the way ... [He waves a hand toward the end of the balcony.]

Nice night, huh? Nice ... food.

That's...alright.

[That's...not what it means. Like. At all. And what's an ex-man? The confusion continues and it's obvious by the look on his face, but Dancer doesn't bother pushing the subject further.

And strangeness of the whole situation aside, it's kind of nice being treated like anyone else.]

I haven't tried the food yet. It seemed kind of suspicious.

[But if others have been feasting so far without symptoms of anything bad, maybe it's not worth starving over.]

It didn't occur to me that it should be suspicious. They were nice enough about asking us here, weren't they? [Come to think of it, he really should have been. Another point in the "loss" column.] But it is pretty good, and I don't think I've been indoctrinated to do anything super war-like, so you're probably okay.

[If you call "being tricked in a dream" nice. Still, the guy made of ice seems well-meaning enough, and Dancer's not one to stomp all over a person's best intentions, so he just shrugs, a hint of a smile working its way onto his face.]

I guess I can give it a try. I've already been effectively kidnapped, so it can't get much worse.

[Well. Poison or something, maybe, but that'd make the whole kidnapping part kinda pointless, wouldn't it?]

You're one of those quiet and thoughtful types, aren't you? [Bobby studies his face carefully. His presence honestly reminds him a little of Scott. He doesn't give too much information away, and he's pretty unyielding otherwise. He doesn't give in to Bobby's presence in any way, as those things go.

And while he doesn't alter his presence overly much, he is aware of it.]

But yeah, it can't. Unless what they said about why we're here is really bad. [He's still hoping it's some kind of exaggeration.]

If it is, best to eat up anyway. We don't know if we'll ever have a hard time of it.

[He doesn't answer that first (probably rhetorical) question out loud, but there's a quiet kind of mischief in Dancer's expression, an innocent look with wide blue eyes that practically says aloud, "who, me?" Quiet and thoughtful doesn't mean humorless.]

That does sound like the beginnings of a good plan. Take advantage of their "hospitality" while you can, and then run when things stop looking so welcoming.

[It's what he thinks he'll do if he has any say in the matter, anyway. Monarchs and wars really aren't Dancer's thing -- he'd been involved back home, maybe, but that was a conflict he had personal stock in, with friends to look after who were liable to get themselves killed otherwise. Unless they give him a pretty convincing reason to get entrenched in this mess here, he isn't really interested.]

Yeah, it is one, but run where? I don't know about you, but this doesn't look like Kansas anymore. [Saying that they should take advantage of what they have is one thing. That's a simple decision. But if things get bad, where are they supposed to go? The fear is obvious on Bobby's features. He doesn't want to head out into some great unknown. Turning up in Atlanta, getting arrested, and everything involved was bad enough.

Who knows what people will make of people like him once he leaves the castle? No one has gone screaming in the other direction about mutants or anything, but there is still a chance. This is a whole weird world, and he's unable to ignore that.]

I think I might give it a good shot anyway. A fair shake without expecting bad to happen.

I'd rather just disappear into the mountains than play soldier for a queen who doesn't even show her face at the welcoming feast.

[And there's a stubborn set to his jaw that says he's serious about that. Anything's got to be better than living in a palace like he's playing blueblood while waiting to be sent off to war, even being alone.]

—Was she supposed to be? [The way that Dancer is looking at him tells him yes, but the question bursts out before he can say anything about it. After a beat, he adds:] I've never met a queen before. That would actually be pretty cool.

Edited (nouns are good to include in sentences.) 2015-07-13 04:37 (UTC)

Why shouldn't she? Is she too good to grace us with her presence right after pulling us into her war?

[Sorry for the bitterness. He seems to catch himself pretty quickly, because he grimaces and glances away as if embarrassed to be so intense about it.]

Maybe I'm holding her up to a particularly high standard. I met the queen where I came from, and I like to think she's better than most.

[The first set of questions is met with a very animated shrug. Bobby obviously doesn't know the answer to that question, but it sounds like a matter that's important to this guy, so he actually keeps his mouth shut on the string of queen-related jokes that come to mind.

(As a hint, most of them involve "Bohemian Rhapsody.")]

We, uh, don't really have queens where I come from. Unless you're in England, and then it's ... [After a moment, he raises his hand like he's drinking tea with his pinkie out, and he's put on a really awful British accident:] You bloody well better respect the queen! Cheerio and top of the morning to you! I'll have my tea now.

[The specifics of the joke are flying right over his head, but the point is pretty obvious. And while he can't say how accurate the impression is, it's silly enough to drag a grin out of him, and he leans back against the balcony railing with new ease.]

I think I get it. [More or less.] The southern countries back home didn't really have queens either. They have kings instead.

[Southerners have funny ideas.]

... You only have one or the other? [That is a little strange for Bobby to grasp. In all of the stories he knows, there's usually a queen and a king.]

What about democracy? Ever heard of that? It's all the rage! Without the raging emotions, unless you're really, really upset. I, uh, guess.

I believe they call the kings' wives "queen" in the south, but the king is still the one with all the power. They don't bother with the false titles in the Fells, though -- the queen's husband is just the royal consort, that's all.

[And he gives Bobby a curious look, dark brows arching over blue eyes.]

"Democracy"?

[Crap, he has to explain democracy to someone. Bobby knows he really stepped in it.]

Democracy ... the whole idea is that the people get to vote in the people they want in power. [Basically.

Only it's more complicated than that. Please accept his crappy explanation, Dancer.]

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accident = accent* though i'm sure it sounded like an accident.

just don't do any impressions for people from any version of earth and you're fine

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