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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Re: Fenris | DA2

[restandbegrateful]

"Why would anyone want to endure this mage-madness sober?" snarled Fenris, softly, in a drunk-muddled rage. He snatched two glasses from another passing tray, shoving one at the other man; his roughness sent a few others clattering to the floor, the crystal thin enough that it only chimed before it was broken still further by passing feet.

He took no heed, downing one glass as quick as he had the one he'd stolen from Will. "Likely we're just... in the Fade. And when our bodies wake, this will just be a dream." He squinted mistrustfully at Will, then, mouth twisting.

"Maybe you're the demon responsible?"

[knavishness]

"Could be fairy touched." Not that Will cared all that much about what fairies did. It was doubtful their magic could do too much to him in his current state.

Still, better not to test that theory just yet. He slowly sipped the drink as he thought about those nice, cold beers he'd enjoyed only days ago.

"I've got no idea what the Fade is, but I'm pretty sure we're all awake here." He frowned at the man. "No need to go blaming innocent people for this mess."

[restandbegrateful]

"I don't believe in innocent people," murmurs Fenris, over the rim of the glass he holds, dark eyes flitting around the strange, glittering elegance of the gala. He looks utterly and absurdly out of place-- an elf slightly short by human standards, in piecemeal armor, bare feet. He shifted uneasily where he stood, was always looking about, over his shoulder... like a wild animal uncertain of his territory.

"I... can't tell if it's drunk or dream. And I can't find Hawke, who'd know what..." What to do. He swallowed thickly, looking into the fluted glass for a moment before staring hard back up at Will. "Where are you from? The Free Marches? Ferelden? You have... something like that accent."

[knavishness]

"Yeah, well, I'm innocent in this. Imps got me too you know." He wasn't going to take the blame for this magic. Even if it had been some weird wish by Jafar, Will was fairly certain he'd remember making the wish happen.

The anxiety of the elf was getting to him. Will was generally a suspicious man by nature, but he didn't go around acting as though someone might jump out at him at any given moment. "Look, maybe if you cut back you might figure out if you were dreaming." His words might have been a stronger argument if he didn't finish off his own glass as he said them.

"Nah, never heard of those lands. I'm from...bit of all over." He wasn't ready to call the Enchanted Forest home out loud just yet.

[restandbegrateful]

Fenris stared at Will for a hard moment, lips thin, a muscle in his narrow jaw working.

"It's... when you go to the Fade, it... often involves a sort of spelled sleep. If it's cleverly done, you never even know. You might spend years in the company of demons, wearing the faces of those familiar to you simply so they can leech your warmth." He hesitated there, watching the gala from the corners of his eyes. Mistrustful. But he scanned the crowd too quickly, and it wasn't difficult to tell that he was looking, desperate for some spare edge of familiarity.

He looked down at his hand, and the empty glass in it. "... I think I'll... go outside."