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!

Comments

[depicted]

His assurance is your answer. Necessary things are often the most unappealing objects in all the world. Give me something entirely useless any day.

[His voice, like his speech patterns, fluctuate, shifting from an airy, flute-like lightness to an almost worn and jagged weight, just at the switch of his moods. The last sudden drop seemed half an aside as he sits beside her to look her mobile over, but when he looks back to her it's that pretty expression again, with all its youthful attention.

'Mercurial' would be understatement.]

Would you tell me a little of where you are from? It can be a minefield attempting to guess from what point of reference the people here hail, and I would not want to offer assistance with a mobile with comparing to a telegram if magic mirrors would be a better starting point.

[visitations]

[There's a sense of age in his voice, the way he speaks- such a contrast to the young face looking from the phone to her. She wonders if perhaps he's one of the fairies himself, or if he's been too long away from whatever world he hails from. Whatever the explanation, she can't deny the familiarity of him.

She folds her hands under her chin in a practiced, elegant motion, mouth settling in a half smile. When she speaks she doesn't bother to keep the curiosity from her voice.]

London. Specifically 1891, if the year means anything. But do feel free to compare it to whatever you like- I'm rather familiar with both the mundane and the occult and fancy myself something of a quick study.

[depicted]

[It's particular, the way he lights up hearing that year. Like an exile suddenly encountering someone from his homeland.] 1891! And involved in the occult at that. A marvellous year for it, too.

[He waves it aside, but the difference is obvious: the man's comportment changes, his language shifts, everything sliding back with great familiarity into precisely the sort of behaviour that would be required of a young, upperclass man of Vanessa's time. You can take the boy out of the Victorian era, but you can't take the Victorian era out of the boy.]

Setting that aside, this in your hand is essentially a mobile variation on Mr Bell's telephone, only adapted over the years to be infinitely more practical. Each mobile has a number, and if you put in the number of any other mobile, it will ring up the other person. I'm not entirely certain why they're selling these hear when the lockets exceed these mobiles in their function, but perhaps the redundancy of the product will make it interesting to me again. It likely can also access the Internet—if the spirit world was willing to put its untouchable plane of information into a solid form at the press of a button, that would be the Internet—and I imagine it can take coloured photographs as well.

Mind you, in the year that model of mobile is from, most people use their mobiles more for texting—telegraphing each other without an intermediary—rather than voiced conversations. Ringing others up has gone well out of fashion.

[visitations]

Mm, yes, I suppose. As marvelous as the occult can be. [For a moment there's a hint of coldness in her voice, perhaps even a trace of bitterness. It's barely perceptible and gone in a moment.] Are we contemporaries, perhaps?

[She listens and nods along with his explanation, a wry smile on her face as he finishes. It all sounds slightly absurd.] It seems I've missed the life of the phone call almost entirely. Luckily I've always been more partial to written correspondence, so I'll not mourn the loss. The- texting?- sounds much more practical to me.

[Vanessa picks up the phone and examines it, marveling at the idea of such a small camera.] I take it they've adapted the camera over the years as well. I've only ever had my photograph taken once, and that was a beast of an apparatus.

[depicted]

[He registers some of the coldness but, as is a habit and a flaw, he doesn't pay enough attention to it. Instead he flashes her his own half-smile at the question.] Something like that.

Admittedly, I prefer a handwritten letter to a text, but I am a little old fashioned. [He says it half-apologetically before he adds,] It can also record film. The modern telephone is a device of remarkable utility.