TEST DRIVE MEME

[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 grand feast is held in the Eaglais clearing. The food is good, the music is sweet, and the evening is lit by gentle fairy lights. All Shardbearers of all courts are summoned here under a universal truce for the evening. Nature itself has shaped itself into tables, chairs, and long couches so that the new guests can rest. When they’re ready to call it a night, Shardbearers are brought to their court strongholds in a one-way trip by fairies and imps. 02. NETWORK Take advantage of your Locket! The network can be accessed by any Shardbearer with a locket or shardless characters with enchanted devices, and is a quick way to meet new people and discuss the state of the world. 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld! There are lots of places to go, and plenty of trouble to get into in them!

Comments

[depicted]

Unless you mean the general attitude of Australian wildlife, yeah, you'll want to explain that.

Multiverse, remember? Different times, different places.

[assalted]

How am I supposed to tell who's medieval and who's just messing with me?

[Several months ago, he would have freaked way more about the whole multiverse thing. Now, it's more exasperation mingled with bemusement over the turn his life has taken.

(Besides, even the Downworlders back home sometimes manage to be up to date on their pop culture.)]

[depicted]

Set up an automatic survey?

Or you could give up the pop culture references. Bit brutal, I admit.

[assalted]

I can't. They're what keep me alive. Without them, my lungs stop functioning and my heart ceases to beat.

It's all very tragic.

[depicted]

I hear they have pills for that now. Ever considered a transplant?

[assalted]

I don't think it'd work.

[Though it'd probably make for an interesting scene in the operating room. First the panic over "doctor this kid appears to be dead already" followed by whatever backlash would come of the poor doctor trying to cut him open with a scalpel.]

[depicted]

Why, got flesh resistant to pop-culture minus blood types?

[assalted]

Sure, let's go with that.

[depicted]

You almost sound like you might be serious.

[assalted]

How do you know I'm not? Multiverse, remember? For all you know, I come from a world where people subsist on pop culture references.

[depicted]

Ah, but you see, you haven't made one recently at all. I can only assume the need is so desperate you would have died by now, were you from such a world.

[assalted]

Well, that's only if you're assuming just how many references per hour are needed. And that I'm not texting anyone else right now.

[depicted]

What is the number? For your health.