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!

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[burningdaylight]

He pushes back up onto his feet, wincing. As much as he'd like to buy into her attempt at reassurance, using his fucked-up leg as a frame of reference makes him doubtful she's doing as well as she thinks. Bullets hurt like a sonofabitch and that's not half of it.

"Nngh - well, you're gettin' rest soon's we're out of the open. You start feelin' off, you lemme know."

The first order of business seems to be getting some food in them, though, before either of them pass out. They'd need to keep their strength up. "I can't believe it. All that food jus'... lyin' there. S'like some kind a' mirage." His stomach burning dully as he eyes the feast like a small animal trying to decide whether it can snatch a bite of food out of the jaws of a trap before they snap around its neck. It should be fit to eat, he'd think, seeing as others have been sampling the fare without a second thought.

[littlesurvivor]

"I won't argue on that. And...I will. You too. With your leg...."

That's what she's more worried about. But they'll probably both feel better after having their share (and likely then some), if even a normal portion wouldn't make them feel ill after so long without and on canned food in comparison to this fresh variety. Clementine can't help but laugh as he straightens more and comments that it's like a mirage.

"Well. If everyone else is able to touch and eat it, I think it's real. And safe."

She says, giving a wry smile as she reaches for some herself and takes a bite. It's fresh. Not cold, not from a can. It's almost enough to have her in tears it's so good. Almost. Bringing back memories of actual home cooked meals with family in days long since passed.

[burningdaylight]

"Should be."

There are crispy-brown, glistening roasts and salads and platters and platters of hors d'oeuvres he's never seen in his life, and the hardest part isn't restraining himself so much as it is trying to figure out which foods won't turn his unaccustomed stomach inside out after getting by, more often than not, on whatever food could be scraped out of a can. He goes for a palm-sized bread roll after a moment, tearing off a small piece.

Holy shit.

It's warm and soft and chewy, everything fresh bread should be, and the pit of his stomach gapes open at the first crumb of food in days, body begging for more. He devours a second roll and then snatches a large orange off a plate, taking a moment just to press it to his nose and breathe in the sharp, clean scent of it before he digs his thumbnail in, pulling it open. Hands trembling, eager. Finally - some fruit that isn't rotten or shriveled or drenched in syrup. He pops a few wedges into his mouth and it's good, so mindlessly good, bursting with a sharp, tangy sweetness that takes him back to the farm, to a lifetime ago. In a matter of seconds he's eaten the rest and is wiping a bit of juice dribbling down his chin, looking to Clem. Just chewing and swallowing alone has left him a little breathless in the shape he's in, but hell -- he's already feeling a little better, a little more human. All that keeps him going for more fruit is the pain cutting into his appetite.

"Jesus... I ain't had nothin' that good in a long time. How's that treatin' you?" The ghost of a smile hovers at the edges of his mouth but his eyes are tired, so tired.

[littlesurvivor]

Clementine herself is trying to remind herself to be cautious, to take it slow and not eat too much too quickly, nothing too rich after their previous fare over the last months. Years since the walkers showed up and all.

Of course, once she starts, choosing a hunk of the bread as well, it's hard to remember that as the taste of it fills her mouth. It's so warm. So fresh. The way the butter and yeast of it all but melt in her mouth. She can't help but practically inhale it before reaching for more, another. Some fruit. Those sorts of things shouldn't be too difficult on the stomach in comparison. Or so she hopes, anyway.

"Mm....'s good. Really good." She replies between mouthfuls, giving an amazed and grateful smile right back at him. Regardless of the circumstances, things could never seem nearly as dire with food like this around, surely. In time, that tension and exhaustion they both feel might ease, as they recover and get more treatment like this. Even if the back of her mind has her wondering what the catch is, recalling the farm back home.

[burningdaylight]

They're on the same wavelength - because after spending so much time out there it goes without saying that few good things come without a catch, and it's that much harder to keep his suspicions from running rampant when nothing about this place adds up. Something's off - and it's not them. He scrubs at his face, casting his weary gaze past the tables and chairs. There's something more he feels he should be doing for Clem, though the shock of being thrown headfirst into here with no sense of how he arrived, of how he lived, and of what had become of the rest of them is hazing his senses. Running on fumes is not helping.

"You'd best fill up while you can an' take some food with you 'fore we go around tryin' to figure out who runs this place." His eyes narrow thoughtfully. He regrets having to hurry her along when she seems to be enjoying herself for the first time in a long time but he can't shake the feeling of being a sitting duck. "Might be a while 'til we see somethin' like this again."

He pockets a bread roll for the road, so to speak.

[littlesurvivor]

She can't help the smile as she digs in, relieved even as part of her wonders how much more there is. If they had out this much to welcome people. There must be a lot. Nothing like back home. That could only mean some sort of improvement, right? At least, on the 'getting enough food and not starving' front, anyway. Wherever this is. It doesn't entirely get her letting her guard down with the crowds and all, that would take more time, but she gives a nod.

Pocketing some of the food in her hoodie, she agrees. There's probably more than this, but she can't help the habit of trying to save some for later. Not after so long starving back home and trying to make whatever they did find count. Taking one last apple, she bites into it and chews, swallowing and wiping some of the juice on her sleeve as she gestures for him to lead the way.

"We may as well try asking around a bit. Can't hurt. Worst we get is nobody else knowing much more than we do?"

[burningdaylight]

He dries his forehead on the grimy sleeve of his sweater, letting her finish. But soon she's ready for whatever awaits them - maybe even readier than he is. That just means he has to fake it and push on, and damn if he hasn't gotten good at that in a world where their options boil down to do-or-die. As long as he's moving and alive he's responsible for keeping her and what's left of them safe as best he can and he won't let his sorry state slow them down anymore than it already is. The sooner they're off, the sooner they'll find someplace to hunker down for the night.

"S'a whole lot smarter than wanderin' aimlessly to me." Then, more softly as he limps forward, looking to her at his side: "C'mon."

With a kid beside him, he's inclined to think it'll soften any pricklier reactions they might otherwise have earned working separately. It's a big crowd and splitting up might help them make headway faster with info-gathering -- but after what happened, he has every reason to keep her that much closer.

[littlesurvivor]

She wasn't even considering or yet quite noticing the looks either or both of them might be earning, given their state of hygiene, the blood and assorted more minor injuries readily apparent for both of them. Combined, they are probably even more of a sight. But he isn't wrong that others could likely take pity on them with Clementine there. That's been the case even back when she was younger and traveling with Lee.

"Right!"

She's quick to follow and fall in alongside him as they mingle through the crowds, keeping an eye out for any other familiar faces, overhearing any more information. Let alone where they are supposed to be staying.

"Someone around here has to know more." she mumbles, probably more to herself but also loud enough for Luke at least to catch.