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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John Constantine | Constantine (TV) | Amethyst

[bollock]

[John Constantine is a barely contained hot mess wrapped in a tan trenchcoat and a very sloppily tied... tie. About thirty seconds into his new Drabwurld vacation, he abandons the cautious approach and makes a beeline for the drink tables, flirting brashly with any of their hosts flitting about, trying to weasel useful information out of anybody that he can. As much as he knows, as much as he's seen, fairy feasts are brand spanking new to him. Trans-dimensional displacements by cagey old men with cups of good tea, too. It's a deal more pleasant than most of the weirdness he stumbles into by virtue of being John Constantine, though, so there's that.

He sprawls out on one of the couches made up of trees and planets, propping his feet up on it without regard for the grime on his shoes, and fishes a slightly squashed pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of his black slacks.

He cocks his head up towards the nearest person a-wandering by his resting spot even as he places one of the cigarettes between his lips, letting it hang there so he can employ both hands in the task of patting down his other pockets. Apparently the effort is useless, because he huffs out a laugh and flashes a smile up at whoever stopped nearby.] 'Ello, love. Don't suppose you've got a light?

[erythristic]

And if I say I do?

[he's new, she can tell, because she would have remembered his face. she likes to come and see who the newly pulled ones are, just to find out who's noteworthy and stay abreast of current events - and that means that being sociable comes in very handy. not that it's any stress to do so.

reaching over without waiting for a response, she touches the tip of his cigarette with her finger, a small flame blooming between them, which she sends away when it's lit.]

I do hope that'll suffice.

[bollock]

[John's eyebrows inch up and his lips quirk even while he sucks air in through the cigarette so its tip will stay lit after her hand drops away. When he finishes exhaling the cloud of smoke back out of his nose, he shifts and slides his feet off the couch, making room for her if she decides she'd like to sit.]

Now there's a pretty trick. [He's actually got his trusty lighter in one of his back pockets, but it seemed as good a method as any of starting a conversation with someone that he hopes has more information about the place than he does. Plus, he just got to see that, which he wasn't entirely expecting. Very interesting.] Can't thank you enough, luv. What's your name?

[erythristic]

Grell. Yours?

[she needs no more invitation to sit down, turned so that she can study him in full. no way of telling where he'd end up, but he's got an accent that reminds her of home, and that's enough reason to spend some time.]