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]

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.]