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

[sextings]

[ That's cute and that's also how you get herpes, Cesare. ]

You know more about this whole conflict? Because I got a quick run down earlier, but that's not going to cut it.

[ He steps a little closer, just to catch the same vantage point of the room as you. Looking down into his drink, he contemplates it, for a shorter period this time, before taking another sip. I've never been to war. Never been in a war. Never thought I'd ever be in a war. Fuck. ]

[naytheist]

If you have never fought before, I would not suggest trying to do so now. I would suggest that you keep to what you are best at.


[The hint is not exactly subtle and Cesare is judging the other man solely based on appearances but can you blame him? Cesare has seen many a man attempt to become some sort of great warlord only to be swiftly slain or shamed back into their rooms.]

Where do your talents lie?

[sextings]

[ No. He can't blame him. Connor knows when he's being sized up. He plays the game and knows when someone is making their move, lifting a piece, assessing between words. He thumbs the rim of his glass slowly, as if smearing the line where the stranger's mouth had been before. He stifles the nervous "uh" that swims up his throat. There's no place for nerves here--he's already bleeding enough. ]

Law. [ He squares his shoulders a little more. Law school, jackass.

Whatever. Law. That works. ] Among other things. [ Secrets. Lies. Sex. Getting what he wants. Connor may be new to the literal battle field, but he's not new to this. You're a lover, not a fighter--make it fucking work. ]

[naytheist]

[Cesare smirks and lets out a little huff. Having studied law himself, and with the majority of his peers having done so too, to declare yourself skilled in "law" seems like an odd claim. Rich boy privilege is not a concept that Cesare has been taught just yet.]

Are we all not schooled somewhat in that field?

[Sorry that you picked the one area of study that has withstood the test of time, Connor. So much for prostitution being the oldest profession.]

Canon or civil?

[sextings]

[ Smh. ]

You'd be surprised at how many people aren't and how much money those who want to be taught are willing to shell out for the education.

[ The wonders of privilege. Connor thinks about it, knows about it, is decently aware of it. But that sort of thing lies more in Laurel's domain so he'll let her get her fingers all over the injustices of The System and the underprivileged (not that he doesn't care, but... it's just not his specialty.

He takes a sip and looks at him over the lip of his cup. ]

Criminal.

[naytheist]

[Cesare laughs slightly and smirks, biting his lip as he looks at the other man. Ok, Connor. You have become slightly more interesting.]

I thought criminals had no laws?

[Are you a criminal, Connor? Are you useful to him? You don't exactly look like the illegal type...]

[sextings]

[ Connor holds a beat, makes up for it with a man crossing his path who is wearing a voluminous cape of indigo and silver strewn throughout it.

The guy wearing it isn't hard on the eyes either.

Nice. ]

Even criminals have laws.

[ He thumbs the bottom of his glass. He's certainly learned that much. All the work they've done. The floor that Annalise has worked, the sharp tap of her heels against the floor and the case turned on its head. At it's most basic-- ]

It's the difference between redress and punishment. Civil and Criminal.

[naytheist]

[Cesare raises an eyebrow and shrugs before taking a swig of his drink.]

And there I was thinking that men should be punished for their misdeeds. Perhaps my view is archaic.

[Is Cesare being archaic? Maybe, maybe not. Draconian? Most certainly. He is not the type to forgive easily and he believes in strong punishment. How else can you deter the others from misbehaving? He smirks.]

Of course, I have never done anything wrong, you see...

[An obvious lie, deliberately such to acknowledge his hypocrisy.]

[sextings]

It's. A little dated.

[ Connor follows the line of his smirk, the way it cuts like a knife over his lips and for a moment his gaze might linger a little too long. Cesare makes a good distraction, looks good in the soft light. He drinks when the other does to fill the silence before he speaks again, making him tilt his head just a bit. ]

The epitome of innocence right here. [ He leans against a nearby pillar lightly. He lifts his glass, a small gesture as he speaks. ] So who do I have to thank for the... reassurance?

[naytheist]

[If Cesare is being flirted with, it is entirely lost on him. He knows that there are men who prefer the company of other men, after all his own best friend was so inclined, and in Drabwurld it seems even more common. Yet the prospect of being a recipient of such an advance seems unthinkable and thus Cesare does not think of it. Instead he smiles, nods his head and unknowingly reciprocates.]

Cesare Borgia the Bloody. I swear I acquired the title through far less violent means than the name suggests.

[The point is entirely true. The fact that he lived up to the name and all it's grizzly connotations shortly after is not mentioned. It's best not to scare away the new boys.]