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

[alittlemorewit]

Yes, I...

[The girl looks up and her eyes widen in both disbelief and horror.]

Sir, you are grievously wounded! We must needs find a doctor to tend your wounds.

[unclebob]

[He holds up his good right hand to forestall her running off and finding a doctor in this place. Judging from what he's seen, nobody here comes from a future advanced enough to have Terminators in them. They'd probably do more harm than good.]

There is no need. I will self-repair in time.

[alittlemorewit]

[She desperately holds on to what is left of her countenance having such a face shown to her. Nothing of the sort had ever entered her mind to be possible. The man before her was grievously injured but claimed to need no medical assistance. He had a red eye and metal in his face and were she made of the sensibilities of most women of her era she might have fainted. She almost did anyway, but for the knowledge that things were different here.]

Self-repair?

[unclebob]

I am.... [He trails off. Finishing the sentence with 'a Terminator' no longer feels natural. He hasn't been a killing machine in a while. He thinks of suitable terms that the woman might be familiar with, a list popping up in the left side of his vision.] ...I am a robot. Cyberdyne Systems Model 101.

[alittlemorewit]

I do not understand, sir. What is a 'robot'?

[unclebob]

A cybernetic organism. [He pauses. Maybe he should break it down to basics.] I am a machine. Living tissue over a metal skeleton.