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 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

[kingship]

[ Wow rude. ]

That's still something isn't it?

[ In other words, don't knock yourself, Kougyoku!! Is what he means. Because when you do good, it means that Sinbad benefits somehow too. He is genuinely impressed by the magic carpet though. ]

H'oh? That's amazing! Did the magician get it to work?

[ You don't even need him to escort you, you can zoom off on that thing. ]

[rues]

[ oh, he does catch it, but it won't stay caught for long. just long enough for her to quip something sarcastic back at him. ]

You want something original? How about this?

[ this being the maneuver that involves wrenching his arm over her shoulder and sending him crashing into the nicely arranged table of food. she would kick him while he's down, but that's not her style. ]

Bon apetit, asshole.

[redsea]

Yes! [ Sheepish laughter follows. ] It worked a little too well. I only meant to fly around the castle, really. [ She'd never get to use it so freely back home. ] But here I am! Ahaha...

[ Embarrassing. She spreads the carpet on the ground. ]

This will definitely cute my travel time in half. Perhaps I can make it before sundown. [ A glance is all she spares Sinbad. The offer she makes is one purely out of goodwill: ] Would, um, would you like to come with me, King Sinbad? I can take you wherever you wish.

[lordof]

[..lava monster is close enough. he'll take being a lava monster over being human any day.]

And I do not care that they do not care. [he shrugs again, this time with a bit of a laugh.]

I think they ought to have had better watch over these shards of theirs, if I should believe it at all.

[knavishness]

Cheers to that. [Will wasn't going to toe the line for a bunch of kidnappers. He heard there were places outside of all this fanciness and that was where he'd eventually head]

Yeah. Seems to me if we were so important we'd have been here all along instead of living some other life. Personally, I think it's a con. Steal a bunch of folk and then tell them how special they are, 'oh and by the was there's a little war going on, so do you mind fightin' for us?'

[notavirtue]

[Real? He expected someone to find it ancient and backwards, not unreal. A bit absentmindedly, he wiped his hands across his thighs, as if ridding himself of dirt from the book.]

Then what sort of place are you from? [He considered a moment, judging the way Ben was dressed again. He hadn't spend much time among civilians on the Citadel, and he certainly hadn't been paying attention to their clothing. Now that he thought about it, though, there was definitely a difference. Maybe he was asking the wrong questions.] What was the date? The year?

[rube]

[ben only went to school until the 6th grad, he hasn't had any schooling on medieval history, let alone look it up himself.]

Originally, Milfay, Oklahoma.

[he gives javik an odd look at the next question.]

1935.

[notavirtue]

[He was going to assume that Oklahoma was on Earth, and while his grasp of its history was shaky, he knew humanity had only joined the galactic community in the past 30 years. A young species, certainly, but this was somehow even worse. 2186 was a long way from 1935. Javik looked stricken for a moment.]

19 - then you have not even achieved space flight in your time? You are still confined to one planet!

[Unbelievable. What was next, Ben wasn't even a soldier?]

[rube]

What.

[it doesn't even come out as a question. ben slows his pace to a stop and turns to face javik completely. he isn't sure what to think, what to say, or what the guy was even going on about. he had lived on a small farm with his mother and grandfather for most of his life before things started going downhill and he was picked up by the carnival. whatever javik is talking about, ben has no idea how to respond.

instead, he stares at him expectantly, waiting for a long explanation or at least something to go off of.]

[notavirtue]

[Javik stared back for several long moments, before blinking all four eyes at once and tipping his chin up. What was the point of this kidnapping and the war if their technology was completely nonexistent? What sort of edge were they hopping to gain by taking people that were probably clueless to mass effect and modern warfare? His tone was angry, even if it wasn't directed at Ben.]

This place is madness! Are you even familiar with guns?

[He unholstered the weapon at his hip, which was... pistol-like, at least. A few hundred years had had an impact on human weapons. Javik held it flat, careful not to aim it directly at Ben's face. He had enough manners to be that courteous.]

[300cycles]

That is not a question I can answer for you.

[She was exiled and chose to fight for the future of Krypton as it should be. But, perhaps, there was no true alternative here.]

Allowing others to answer your questions shows your weakness.

[rube]

[ben misinterprets the anger and takes it a little too personally, lips curling back as he speaks, tone sharp and bitter and his voice is much louder than it needs to be.]

The hell you gettin' mad at me for? I'm not from the goddamn stone age!

[he does take a step back once the weapon is drawn. he's all bark and no bite now, voice low and nervous,]

What is that?

i'm sorry the rude-o-meter just went into the red

[notavirtue]

[Ben's reaction was momentarily ignored in favor of the pistol, which should have reacted to being drawn. Snarling, Javik smacked it with his free hand, but it failed to expand so he could even pull the trigger. Primitive, useless contraption - ]

It is a pistol, gifted to me by one of your own people. Clearly an inferior design if it will not work when needed -

[He gave it one last smack before giving up. There was still the rifle slung over his shoulder, made by his own, but he'd inspect that later. When he finally turned his attention back to Ben, he took note of his posture.]

I suppose it is not your fault you were brought here from so long ago, though I cannot fathom why they would think you could be of any aid.

no i love it!!

[rube]

[ben shakes his head slowly, frowning at the pistol. sure, he recognized ... some of it, the shape and trigger were partially recognizable, but where are the bullets held? how do you cock the gun?

he kind of wants to touch it, to figure it out, but he doesn't dare.

to be honest, ben has an idea why the imps brought him here, why he's even wanted here in the first place, but it's not like he's going to be sharing that fact any time soon, if ever.]

Don't know, don't care. I just wanna get out of this place before it's too late.

they're best friends already :')

[notavirtue]

[Javik returned the pistol to its place at his hip, crossing his arms over his chest again. The frown that had settled on his face was apparently there to stay, accompanied by an irritated huff.]

Too late for what? Do you believe them when you say your home will be destroyed if we do not win?

[Because he didn't. He wasn't buying the whole 'green shard in your chest' thing, either. That was definitely something he would have noticed, no matter what they said or tried to explain to him. He'd spent his life fighting an enemy that could twist your thoughts to its will, and he wasn't about to fall for this one.]

[untranquil]

[ Aveline isn't Anders' favorite person, but a familiar face is a familiar face, and it could be worse. It could be Fenris. When he sees her he doesn't hesitate to press past the strangers between them to stand at her side, staff in one hand and apple in the other. He hasn't seen this much food—ever, actually, but certainly not in the last six years. ]

Guard Captain—should I still call you Guard Captain?

[ He's never called her Guard Captain in his life—not much for titles, Anders—and he wouldn't do it now if he weren't being an ass. Try arresting him now. ]

Pity Isabela isn't around. You could commiserate about your empty titles.

[whereyouneedme]

[ Anders is not the first person she would have expected to see (although what about this is expected?), but at least she knows that she is not alone. She turns to greet him with a stiff nod, ignoring the food for now. ]

Anders.

[ She crosses her arms. It's true, that her title or rank holds little water here, she can't arrest him.

As tempting as the thought may be currently. ]

Yes... are you all finished, or should I give you another moment to get it all out?

[ex_inconnu774]

I would not expect you to answer my question in the first place. Only an imbécile tries to pose a response to something rhetorical.

[she likes this person more and more.]

[nopantsparty]

Well. Isn't this an unexpected reunion?

[ Speaking of skulls Aveline might like to bash with her shield...
Isabela's taken to all of in a manner that can be described as not well, but she's also good at playing blithe. Seeing the captain of the guard is a small relief, actually. At least there's something familiar. ]

Didn't expect to see you here, big girl.

[rekhyt]

Well that's the way it's looked thus far. Except the death bit - half the time you don't even die properly, in these parts. And as for walking away... well, there's not quite a whole world to get lost in, but you can do your best with the land that's available.

[bythewaves]

I have had some experience in hiding. [ a wry shrug ]

Especially in times of war there are often many places which go unnoticed. I have time enough to find them, and plenty of inclination.

[ the statement about death gets a shake of his head ] Strange, the power of our patrons. The Eldar have ever been tied to Arda - what you are suggesting says that the Lord and Lady have power even to circumvent our fate and Namo's Call.

[rekhyt]

[He shrugs in turn.]

Don't we all! Honestly, it's in times of war that such skills are most useful, in my estimation. Those who disagree tend to also those who end up dead sooner rather than later. That they are welcome to.

Mm, yes. I've never been entirely clear what's supposed to happen to my kind after death, if anything happens at all and we do not merely vanish into the great void - which is the eventual fate of us all anyway. Doesn't seem to take here, though. Not that I speak from personal experience, of course.

[untranquil]

It probably wouldn't hurt.

[ Or it probably would, given Anders' staff and Aveline's—entire person. He polishes his apple on his coat, beneath the feathers, and smiles at her a little too sharply to be friendly. ]

I don't suppose you brought Donnic.

[bythewaves]

[ a soft snort ] True. If death might release me, I would not shirk from it. But in this world prudence seems the better path. Tis a strange world indeed.

I suppose I am glad to hear that you have no personal experience, for I do not think it sounds like a pleasant one, whether in this world or your own.

[whereyouneedme]

[ ... well. Who else was she going to run into but Isabela? Her thoughts are of a similar nature, at least it's someone that she knows but has yet to decide if that is actually... a good thing. It's still not exactly an ideal situation.

Regardless despite the slight relief, she hopes their hosts have their valuables secured. ]

I could say the same thing about you. Did you just get here?