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EACHDRAIDH RP ([personal profile] fairyfoes) wrote in [community profile] fairynuff2015-11-15 07:52 pm
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TEST DRIVE MEME



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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[personal profile] nightflowering 2015-11-19 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lan doesn't have a hope of blending in. When she arrived, she took a deep breath and couldn't catch a single familiar scent and so resigned herself to being the lone representative of her kind. It wasn't so bad. She'd grown used to that particular set of circumstances in the past and would likely do so again. ]

Tell me, would you rather make small talk or just appear to? I'm weary enough to agree to either.

[personal profile] serpentking 2015-11-19 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
[[ Now this was interesting. He stared at her for a long moment, still as stone, inwardly overwhelmed with the want to touch that strange skin-- reminded him of some Tzimisce monstrosity, made beautiful. ]]

Small talk. Does that fine skin burn easily?
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[personal profile] nightflowering 2015-11-19 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Scales go a long way.

[ With a simple gesture, Lan holds out her arm for Tzilan to see or touch as he sees fit. She offers it, palm up and showing the inside of her wrist where the scales are finest and feel almost like sharkskin. The pale blue-grey is lightest there, but it's not delicate. ]