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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[greywar]

( ronan always feels a little cowed when gansey frowns at him, but never quite enough to stop being an ass immediately. the corner of his mouth is skewed, halfway to a sneer, but it's gansey, and ronan has never really been the pit viper people like to call him when it comes to his best friend. )

Yeah, hold on.

( he shrugs his bag off his shoulder. opens it, digging deep into the bottom. what? he had his schoolbag on him when all this world-shifting shit happened. it's tattier than it already was, already bearing the marks of the drabwurld's idea of adventure. he sniffs and holds something out to gansey. )

Don't let faeries steal this shit.

( it's a workbook and ronan's pencil case, full of pens. the workbook is well-used and filled mostly with ronan's latin notes, but it's got plenty of room left for when gansey runs out of room in whatever he's writing in now. )

[wakens]

( oh. gansey takes both almost reverently. it's not much, and back home he can buy himself thousands of those if he wishes, but here, this has value. ronan could make use of these himself. )

I won't.

( out of the question. they're a gift, and that makes them something non-disposable or replaceable. )

Thank you, Ronan. ( then, with a tiny smile: ) I won't be running out of ink any time soon.

[greywar]

( ronan shrugs, like it's no big deal, and he goes to zip his bag back up and hesitates. his hand reaches in. he's remembered something else. he already finds it hard enough to sleep, but his conscious won't let him sleep if he knows these are in his bag and not with the person who needs them.

it's a box of epipens. a secret, albeit a little one, laid bare. one of many boxes that he's dreamed up and stashed around. )

I know you won't have any of these with you.

( he opens it – it's a two-box – and tips one into his hands. holds it out to gansey. there's a grim look on his face that begs gansey not to ask why ronan is carrying epipens around with him. )

Don't lose this, either.