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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! |
Javik | Mass Effect
[A feast and entertainment were a poor and inappropriate response to a kidnapping. Javik wasn’t in the least bit placated, instead finding the whole affair as offensive as it was unacceptable. Getting dragged off in the middle of a firefight had been disorienting enough, and now he was surrounded by… he didn’t even have a word for most of them. Humans, certainly. The rest were foreign, assaulting his senses with their reeking scents and loud emotions.
He had to get out. Maybe not out of the Draubworld itself, but getting away from all these people, familiar species or not, was priority. He couldn’t see or sense Shepard or anyone else from the Normandy in here, though that didn’t stop him from looking. They’d been close together when he’d been taken, after all. If was alone, well, then that was that. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been shoved into the unknown by himself.
Aiming for what looked like the exit, Javik shouldered his way past people when necessary. He kept his fists closed, avoiding making direct skin contact.]