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

I don't know what I'm doing

[herwords]

The crowd had been too much. The noise had driven her out and the promise of green things out the window had lured her away from the feast and out into the cool night.

The damp in the air was delicious on her skin, and for long hours Capable sat in silence in a dark window and looked and listened and just breathed. Tomorrow when the sun rose, she'd go down there among the Green.

But soon she feels the pangs of hunger begin to stir in her belly, not willing to be ignored when she knows there enough food to feed all the Wretched in the world within this very fortress. It's easy to return to the feast- she follows the sounds of revelry.

...and the sound of someone wretching. That's an all too familiar sound, and she goes out of her way to see if there's anything she can do to help. The corridors are dark, and she even make out if it's a man or a woman emptying themselves onto the floor.

"Shall I fetch you some water?" She soothes a hand over their back, gentle so as not to startle them. "This is no way to enjoy a feast."

[livedielive]

It's still strange, feeling a soft hand on his skin, but he isn't truly surprised until he recognizes her voice. He turns his head, subconsciously wiping at his lip again in case there are any more remnants.

It is her. Nux straightens up, still with one hand on the wall, and takes a step away, looking at her with wide-eyed trepidation.

He doesn't know what happened after he closed off the pass. How could he? All he does know is that he was taken from the moment his death, or something close to it. And if she's here, too...

Nux shakes his head.

"No." No to what he's thinking, to what he's hoping isn't true. "You're here?"

[herwords]

"Nux." Even in the dim light, she can see that it's him. The scars across his face, the shaved head and lanky frame. The War Boy whose death she had witnessed so that she and the others might be free.

She can't breathe. If he's here, is she dead? He had spoken of Valhalla, a place where he was awaited, but this didn't feel like a paradise for War Boys. Will there be others be here? Angharad, The Keeper of the Seeds- Joe?

"I'm here," she echoes, kneeling on the ground beside him. Her hand is still on his shoulder; steadying herself. Reassuring herself that this isn't just a dream. "Are we dead?"

[livedielive]

He shakes his head again. At first, it's because he doesn't know, but then... no. This is not death. It can't be.

"We live again." He reaches for her hand and moves it inward, toward the joint of his shoulder and neck. No more tumors. "Whole-life."

[herwords]

Not quite able to believe it, she touches both shoulders to be sure. No sign Larry and Barry. No more tumours. Whole-life.

Capable had never believed in any kind of after life. She had thought about it often enough, about what happened to those who died (or small lives which were never born). Was there a better world waiting to ease their suffering, or simply a long quiet nothing? Was this that place?

It's not a question she'll find answers to now, she decides.

And as nice as it would be to sit in this dark hallway and celebrate, Capable wasn't given her name without cause.

"Then this is certainly no way to start your whole-life." She reaches for his hands in the dark, taking them in her and squeezing them. She might be practical, but she's full of joy for his sake. "Did you eat something bad?"

[livedielive]

...oh. Right. That. Nux sheepishly wipes the back of a hand across his lips, just in case there's anything left over. He'll keep that other hand tight in hers, though.

"More like water poisoning." If he had to guess. "They toss it away like it's nothing, here."

[herwords]

"There's so much of it here," she agrees. "I saw it, out the window. There's green as far as the eye can see. If they can spare all that water for the trees, it mustn't be hard to find."

And and strange as it sounds, perhaps he's right. Absently, she runs her thumb over his hand in hers. "How much did you drink?"

[livedielive]

His forehead wrinkles, and he shifts a little to get more comfortable as his hand gives hers another squeeze. It takes him a second to remember.

"Maybe a cup of the Aqua-Cola?" And a 'cup' here is a lot bigger than the ones they have at home. "'Bout the same of that sweet yellow stuff."

The mead. There hadn't been much like that at the Citadel at all.