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!

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[lightcatcher]

[It's out of the way, and outside, and there is someone else sitting not too far away, exactly because of that, and is trying to figure out his device. The instructions that he got weren't too helpful, and so it is more trial and error.

Which he would normally be good with, but it is completely unlike anything that he has done before, so he has no real inroad. And being really bad at something and just not getting a shoe in on how it works is not a thing that he is used to, at least not in areas that he would be invested in. Which makes the already frustrating matter all the more frustrating.

Not that it means that he'll give up. He will figure this out. ...which means that he'll easily sit there one, two, three, five, twelve hours with his mind fully on the tablet, unless he is addressed by someone else.]

[pterosaur]

[Normally Janine would ignore him. A loner herself, she's disinclined to interrupt someone who's broadcasting I'm-busy-leave-me-alone signals like that. But this guy? He was here when she came through looking for food, and when she left, and some hours later when she was starting to feel hungry again, and he's still here and intent as she leaves her second meal.

Clearly he's not dead. Janine watches, considering. If Loki were here he might have snatched at that tempting loose hair, or dropped or flung a scrap of food at him, or just snapped in his face to see if he jumped. Janine is a more cautious and considerate soul, though she does imagine doing each of these things. And then wonders if he'd notice if she painted designs around him. And on his back. And if she put things in his lap.

...for all her cynicism, she's still very young. Quietly Janine pads closer. Her 'essence', the part that was her before she became a great flying lizard, is not entirely confined to this body but rather reaches out and around it. She has a form of empathy that she does not quite know how to master, and so something of that frustrated fascination blurs and becomes hers, itching at her so that she whips her beak down and scrapes herself with it to no avail.

Just leaving is not an option now. She circles him, watching out of her left eye. Then begins the work of making a paint out of flowers, shells, fruit and so on, ground with a primitive mortar and pestle made from rocks she's found, and forming a brush large enough for her from long grass stems.]

[lightcatcher]

[Focused he might be, but his guard down he has not, and when the paints draw closer, he looks up sharply, the device switching to his left hand as he frees the right for his sword, no clear intention displayed but wary, not displaying an intent to draw the blade but ready to do so.

Something drawing in on him, and in this place where judging and interpreting events is harder due to how new many things still are, he simply is more careful, even if he can feel no threat in the approaching ...person?

Seeing Janine gives him pause. Yavanna were you high.]

[pterosaur]

She'd made a great quantity of a nice strong purple-red and started by painting a circle around him set well back at around the same distance she'd kept when she'd walked around him. Then, another circle a little farther in, and the space between had been decorated with meaningless lines and shapes. Sometimes Janine held her brush in her beak, sometimes in her large, rough wing-hands.

After that had come lines and shapes and instead of circles great triangles and rectangles, sharp-edged jagged things as the whim and the itch took her, drawing closer and closer. It's monochrome art, rough and primitive against the flagstones, but not without appeal. She left herself paths towards the center to walk on, clear places like the spokes of a wheel.

Honestly she's surprised when, pushing a line towards him at the tip of her beak, he finally notices. For a moment she freezes, head down, and just blinks her milky horizontal eyelids. Then she draws her great head up and throws the brush out to the side with a flick. Her 'voice' is young - she's barely a teenager - and entirely too casual for someone who's been caught scrawling giant designs around someone.]

:Hi.:

[lightcatcher]

[More startling than her appearance is the casual way in which she invades his head, and it prolongs the pause that her looks and actions already gave him, though it doesn't last much longer. His hand drops on his sword, not yet drawing it but poised to do so.]

What is the meaning of this?

[His eyes don't go to the patterns as he speaks, resting instead on her.]

[pterosaur]

[...this was probably a mistake, she realizes, but it's not in Janine's nature to dissemble and apologize easily. She doesn't quite toss her head - that would be a dramatic gesture indeed - but she does set it, bracing against the ground, all the better to strike with her beak and then take to the air if it comes to that.]

:Didn't you notice how lifeless this place is? The decorations're as generic as it gets. It needs commentary. Lucky everyone, I'm good for that.:

[...she was a graffiti artist when human.]

[lightcatcher]

[Yeah, that position definitely doesn't put him at ease and he stands, his hand clearly on his sword still though not drawing it yet, more a statement that he could fight, announcement of capability, than open aggression. So far.

He still follows her words though.]

Why then did you decide to start with this encircling me?

[pterosaur]

:Because you were there and didn't even blink when I was walking around. Because I could.:

[Adults, in Janine's experience, do not understand this concept.]

[lightcatcher]

[He dislikes the voice in his head, the invasion of his mind that it represents. If it can get there, what else might this being be able to do?]

You claim that you had no purpose past that. [Also he perfected the ability to shut everything out exactly when there were a lot of kids around. So her reply fits well enough into the pattern for him to not follow up with the details. But she's registered as a child right now, which... does not relax him, this being is still potentially dangerous, but shifts things lightly.]

[pterosaur]

[He might be surprised. ...so might she, Janine hasn't advanced beyond transmitting maps and diagrams yet.]

:Pretty much. And, I'm bored.: [Still braced for takeoff, Janine makes a small, rippling gesture with her head and powerful neck that somewhat recalls a shrug.] :Novelty always wears off.:

[lightcatcher]

Set yourself to a task, then. Keeping your hands busy, or laying your head down in different places, helps with boredom.

[He feels no patience with such complaints.]

[pterosaur]

[Janine can't roll her eyes. They don't move that much in her head. She inscribes a small circle in the air using the tip of her beak.]

:That's what this is. Was, I guess. A project to tide me over 'till morning. I don't have little hands like yours, it's big things or nothing.:

[lightcatcher]

Do it somewhere not around an adult.

[He would have said "around me" but she sounds... so oddly child-like, at the same time as her speech is not quite that of a child. But that might also be the odd magic - as they call it - allowing everyone to communicate in the first place.]

[pterosaur]

:You're all so little that it's hard to tell.:

[...he's quite tall, but she's a very large pterosaur. Not the largest, though. ...I linked that purely because holy shit.]

:Fine, I'll leave you to whatever you're doing.:

[lightcatcher]

The difference lies not in size alone.

[He's torn regarding what to think of this being, but there is an inclination to treat it with neutrality at least, it not standing between him and anything (except for understanding this device, and he thinks he has made significant progress there) or posing a danger.]

[pterosaur]

[She turns her long head to look at him out of her other eye.]

:Yeah, yeah, eye and face sizes, neoteny. Still an important signifier.: