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EACHDRAIDH RP ([personal profile] fairyfoes) wrote in [community profile] fairynuff2014-03-14 09:44 pm
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TEST DRIVE MEME


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!


heroyic: (( thought. ))

i can only hope i do him justice, then!

[personal profile] heroyic 2014-03-21 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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: (said,be good to yourself.)

[personal profile] smallshoes 2014-03-22 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
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.]