TEST DRIVE MEME #3

[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 Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

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{...} | Hanna is Not a Boy's Name | Seelie

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The Station.

[The modern and commonplace is about as familiar to him as the magical is, as far as reminders of home go.

The former is turning out to mean more, as he's strolling the Station, keeping his eyes leisurely scanning. It may have been distance, the relative lack of exposure to it as to the supernatural, but it was the same case in the unlife he might have temporarily left behind.

He had an unlife, regardless of anything. With Hanna he'd gotten reminders of what actually living is like in a world like the one simulated here, among other people living their lives.

He pops into a clothing place and tries on a couple hats, just because - he seems to have misplaced his in some chaos at Caer Glaem, but it might turn up. He may or may not pick up a sufficiently similar one if it doesn't - it isn't a thing he needs to overplan for, thanks to the fairy rings.

At some point a bit of combing through reminders of the should-be-normal world sees him leaning against a shelf of CDs and records. He's made note of an easily-useable radio and record player each in the Station's facilities. Face forward, eyes casting down to read the titles. He selects a Queen vinyl.

Looks over the cover. Flips it with a hand on each side, inspects the track list. Looks up to the nearest fellow Traveler.]

Know if there are any more? [Low, calm, and casual as to be deadpan. Believe him, he's letting himself cruise on sentimentality today.]

[motherbase]

Haven't looked -- [ the soldier said in a gravel rumble of a voice. but now he stepped back (eyes this guy's complexion) and contemplates the truthful comfort of a good stack of records. ] Haven't really considered this a time for...music.

[ but his hesitation betrays that he might now be reconsidering this stance. what? there's nothing wrong with a decent song. ]