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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my ACTUAL FAVORITE FILM. i can't express the depths of my excitement to you.

[smallshoes]

Oh my goodness.

[This place is very stressful. Magical, yes, but that's kind of stressful too because fairy stories are supposed to be just that: stories. Elizabeth is supposed to be too old for tales like these. She's supposed to be a young lady and all that comes with it, and none of this is very Biblical, you know?

Anyway, she isn't home, and that's been grating on her; her mother and her brother and her fiance, and her great big lord father, none of them are here to protect her. Which, realistically, is kind of good, because she doesn't have to protect them either. And she would, you know! She'd protect any of them, because she loves them so much. But she wants their comfort and being without it is terrible. This new place has made her skittish.

So this man with his noise and his language, it all makes her jump. Still, her sweetness hasn't been hampered, and she flutters over, yellow curls bouncing anxiously. Her handkerchief is out and ready and her green eyes are cast low even as she pushes it forward, hands thin and a little forceful.]

Are you all right? There, there. Goodness.

aw, yeah, it's my favorite too. you have good taste. c:

[heroyic]

[ Roy's always had a soft spot for kids; at one point, back before life bludgeoned him in the face, he'd wanted to have a whole brood of his own. It's easy to adopt the shadow of surliness around adults, who don't seek their self esteem in the reflection of Roy's face upon them, but - kids? Kids are guileless. Kids don't know better.

That's why he meets the soft sweet gaze with a smile readied and pasted on. The gentleness, at least, is no farce.

He takes the handkerchief with a murmur of thanks. ]

I hope I didn't frighten you, little missy. [ Because it's already been made clear to him — there are much scarier things hereabouts than one foul-mouthed cripple.

Miraculously, none of the fairy brew had ended up spilling on him. Instead of mopping at the mess on the table, Roy folds the handkerchief into a floppy little bird, tweaks its neck with a conspiratorial glance up at her — and hands it right back. ] There. Nothing to be scared of.

so do you! seeing roy was such a pleasant surprise. i'm still reeling.

[smallshoes]

Oh! [Overcome by the gesture, Lizzie takes the little bird in both hands, looking down at it like it's a treasure.] How lovely! What a nice— [And then she blushes, feeling like she's going about this all wrong. She'd wanted to help; she wants to help everyone she sees here, all the people brought by the fairies, because on her honor as a Middleford, it's her duty. But instead this man had cheered her up just like that, and she's not very good at cheering someone up when they turn the tables on her first.]

It's not you who's scared me, [she murmurs, looking down shyly.] It's this ghastly place. [And then she looks back up, to his face.] Are you scared too, sir?

i can only hope i do him justice, then!

[heroyic]

[ He laughs, numbly — a low, soft susurrus of sound. She sounds like every British stereotype he's ever heard on the radio. The big yellow sausage curls are the proverbial cherry on top of the whole picture. ]

It's no place for kids, that's for sure. [ And so he not-so-neatly sidesteps the question.

—yeah, he's scared. He's terrified. More than he's ever been, maybe. ] Which means I don't belong here any more than you do. [ Might as well pass the time, and this kid's better company than all the rest of the room put together. ] I'm Roy, by the way. You can pull up a chair and tell me your name in return for the bird.

[smallshoes]

Mister Roy, [she addresses lightly, gathering her spirits and using them to puff herself up. If Lizzie's good at anything (aside from swordplay), it's cheer. She smooths down her skirts and works on dragging a chair closer, avoiding eye contact with any of the fair folk.

She settles in, and the bird takes its seat of honor atop the table, just in front of her. Well, maybe the cheer is just on the edge of hysterical, taut and out of place. She folds her hands in her lap and tries not to drum her fingers.]

I'm Elizabeth Middleford. It's very nice to meet you. Despite, the, ehm... [Now she does drum her fingers, oh dear, that's not very ladylike, is it?] Circumstances, [she finishes, smiling more awkwardly than she'd care to.]