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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Francis Adeline Teale || OC || 01

[aheartoffire]

[Magical. It's all so... magical. The surreality of their fairy hosts is only compounded by the whites who don't bat an eye over the racial mix of the crowd. She sashays through the mingled friends and enemies, listening to conversations, sampling food even better than the finest restaurants Thomas takes her to. No bribes to get in, no ugly looks to ignore. There's a dizzying freedom in this gathering that half-convinces her it's a dream.

She spins, the gold fringe of her dress fanning out around her for a moment. She wants to God-damned-dance.

Frankie cups both hands around her mouth and shouts.] Say! Can anybody in this hoighty crowd play Sweet Georgia Brown?

[starspangled]

[Between waking up in the twenty-first century and then coming here, Steve pretty much knows how she feels on those counts. But after a couple of years there and a couple more here, nothing surprises him anymore - or at least that's what he tells himself until something does.

Hearing her call out that particular request sorta does. Steve pushes away from the tree that he was leaning against, mostly just watching the feast, but smiling a little now as he approaches her.]

I'll second that request.

[Steve doesn't want to be one of those guys, the older ones who are always complaining about the kids and their music these days, talking about how much better it used to be. But he's never letting go of his love for those songs either.]

I knew a guy who used to love that one. I haven't heard it in awhile.

Hope you don't mind the switch - brackets are a pain on my phone...

[aheartoffire]

She swings her hips so they jut to one side before she braces her hands on them. Frankie looks him over, debating a test, knowing the debate shows on her face as a half-curve of a smile. If she looked at him this way and they were both men, it wouldn't even be a question - she's be rearing for a fight.

How far, how far, does the White Man's courtesy extend?

"I suppose someone in the cracker barrel has to have some taste." Thomas has schooled much of Tennessee out of her tongue, but there are certain ways of talking that belong to the south, a length of vowel and a sweet acidity. Both are there in spades.

not at all!

[starspangled]

There's a very subtle arch of a brow at her posture. At that moment she reminds him more than a little of Peggy, with enough confidence to take on the world. He does half expect her to put her fists up. He kinda likes it.

"You know, I'm going to take a guess and say that you're not from New York." His Brooklyn drawl isn't what it once was either. He misses it sometimes.

[venefic]

I might . . . [She stands beside the young woman, alert, amused. A spirited girl, bold in these circumstances, bold no doubt in others. Such boldness always catches Mahsa's eyes.] . . . But there is little pleasure in playing a song when I would much rather dance to it.

[aheartoffire]

"What about the pleasure of watching me dance to it?" She does a twirl that carries her around this stranger, close enough that the beaded tips of her fringe flick at Mahsa's side. "I can't play a whit, but I can dance the hall down around your ears."

[anarchos]

[It's not like he's never seen people enjoying themselves at these things before, but she's so open about it and ready to move that it catches his attention more than the people skulking. He is a master skulker himself.]

[But, you know, she's dancing. And then shouting. He's good at shouting in general too, even if he isn't shouting back right now.]

Doesn't sound like much of a fairy song.

[aheartoffire]

"Can you do the Charleston or the Texas Tommy to fairy music?" Only someone who knows her well would see the signs of Frankie being cautious. Her smile not quite so wide, her eyes hiding calculation behind their brightness. She's exceptionally good at playing the fool when she wants to. "'Cause if you can, I'm sure I'll like fairy music just fine."