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TEST DRIVE MEME

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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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[Two young men can be found sitting in the Station, identical in appearance if not their expressions. The first is slouched back, sipping at his coffee doing his best to ignore his lookalike. The second is slumped forward, eyeing the first with a disgusted expression. When his pointed look fails to have any effect he shakes his head, speaking in a tone showing just as much disapproval as his face.]

I can't believe you're drinking that.

[Rudy One rolls his eyes, tutting irritably as he's forced to pay attention.] Will you please shut up. There's nothing wrong with it.

What do you mean there's nothing wrong with it? There is saliva in that coffee. And you're drinking it.

There is no saliva! We've been through this. This is a perfectly good cup of coffee. The only thing spoiling it is your whining.

And saliva. From a fairy. For all you know fairies could have even more germs in their mouths than humans, and believe me when I tell you humans have a lot.

[Someone please come and stop their arguing. It's only going to go around in circles.]

[Don't worry, that's what Jess is here for. While she considers herself lucky that someone from home is here at all, she's already exasperated that Rudy Too's popped his way out and the pair are already going at it. She left them to their own devices for five minutes while she went and found something of her own to drink, and having made it herself, knows it's not contaminated with anything. It's with a sigh and an eyeroll that she approaches the pair.]

Would you both just shut up already?

[The look on her face says she's considering hitting one or the both of them, and she knows it's only going to go in circles until one is appeased about the germs so the other can be appeased by not having to hear his more health-paranoid other half go on and on.]

We've only been here a few hours and neither of you can keep from bitching and moaning about things that don't matter.

[Her cup of coffee is shoved out toward Rudy, eyebrows arched up in invitation. She doesn't tell them to take it, but gives the cup a wiggle, signaling that one of them better take it or else. She'd be in a better mood right now, but she's not all that sure of being here in the first place. That on top of trying to figure out a way for both her and Rudy to settle in and stay safe has her a little on edge.]

[If there's one thing they can both agree on it's that neither of them want Jess to hit them. They shut their mouths immediately, for once wearing guilty expressions that match. It's Rudy that leans forward to grab the cup of her, abandoning his old one on the edge of the next table over.]

Thank you. [Though his tone and pointed look at his counterpart indicate his gratitude is more aimed at her "support" in that their argument is useless. Still, he seems more genuinely thankful when he turns back to smile at her. Definitely a lot more friendly if nothing else.] Or as the French might say, je m'appelle.

[Rudy Too shakes his head, choosing to ignore Rudy's lack of skill in foreign languages and stand up.] I'll go and find you another.

[She stares at Rudy for a few moments, face knotted up in scrutinizing confusion as she attempts to figure out if he's messing around or not. In the end, she decides that no, he probably doesn't know what he's talking about and so she chuckles and shakes her head, turning her attention onto Rudy Too.]

Get in a bit of looking around while you're at it, yeah? Might help you feel less...

[She shrugs as she trails off, not about to assume Rudy's other self would ever lose some of that anxiety toward each and every little thing. She pauses, pulling a welp face, before glancing back over at Rudy. Eyes are fully on him once again as she plops down to sit next to him.]

Anyway, if you're gonna try and impress me with French? It's merci.

[Rudy Too nods before he leaves, looking about as doubtful as Jess that looking around will make him feel any less anything. Wertham is bad enough, but this place... he doesn't trust any of it. He doesn't really trust Rudy One not to get himself in trouble while he's gone either, but with Jess around maybe he can get away with looking around a little bit on his own before he comes back.

Rudy One, meanwhile, is more bothered about his conversation with Jess than he is to pay much attention to his other half going off on his own. He's been getting used to him doing that more in recent times anyway, and Jess is significantly less depressing to talk to as well as being far more attractive.]

Now, why would I be wanting you to have mercy? You've got other me off my back, you've brought me coffee, and you're sitting here right next to me. Besides, that isn't even a French word. That's English, in't it?

[Honestly, it's almost like Jess managed to pay less attention in school than he did.]

[And cue more staring.]

Not that kind of mercy, don't be stupid.

[SIGH. The things she has to put up with.]

In French, it means thank you. Je m'appelle or whatever in the hell you said means you're telling someone your name. Not that any of this shit actually matters, since we're still stuck here, no matter how many languages you manage to cock-up.

[She's smarter than people give her credit for, okay. And any chance she can get to correct Rudy is always good fun. So she has a pleased smirk on her face as she slouches back in her seat, reaching over to take her coffee back.]

Bloody hell. You don't have to look so smug about it. It's an easy mistake. And you aren't even going to let me keep me coffee. [Which, let's be real, is the worst part. He's so offended by her coffee stealing.] See if I ever nick you anything from the vending machine again. You wouldn't catch our Finley rubbing his French in, and he's got himself a GCSE in it.

[Just as well he has another coffee on standby. He retrieves his previous cup, which was just as good and did not have fairy spit in it no matter what his counterpart told him.]

[Amused, she just laughs and takes a sip, before passing it back over to him.]

If you're gonna whine about it, you can have the damn thing back.

[She doesn't really need the extra caffeine anyway. She's wired enough as it is. She shifts into a more serious demeanor with that, allowing a little of her worry to show.]

Figuring out what we're gonna do here is more important than any of that.

Well, you don't have to give it me. Got me own, don't I? [Just don't tell Too and everything will be fine.

Unsurprisingly, Jess' concerns are something Rudy hasn't even considered. He looks perplexed at her worry, shrugging his shoulders as though acting like it doesn't matter automatically means that it really doesn't.]

Since when did we start figuring out what we're going to do? It seems all right so far. I mean, nobody's died yet. No one's making us pick up any litter. I vote we just sit around, do nothing, and if things go to shit we worry about it then.

[ it shouldn't surprise alisha that rudy is arguing with himself over something incredibly daft. it's what she would expect from him — stupidity. it's how she remembers him. at a distance, she finds herself smiling — just a little bit — at seeing that rudy hasn't changed much (if at all) since she, well, left. it's not something she likes to bring up around him, her having tasted blood in her own mouth, since he cries and slobbers and snot goes everywhere — and she very much prefers to be in denial about that part of her life. she doesn't want to cry. she doesn't want to miss him. because she's here and she's not buried in the dirt — cold, alone, and completely and utterly forgotten. ]

[ god, he is so fucking annoying. ]

[ alisha approaches with a coffee in her hands and a frown. ] Are you finished moaning about yourself?

[Rudy (the self-proclaimed original) looks offended.] It weren't even about me. It was about the coffee. If you're going to eavesdrop, you could at least have the decency to do it properly.

[Rudy Too doesn't look all that grateful for Rudy's poor attempt to defend him, however. In fact, he still seems put out about said coffee.]

It was about you being disgusting enough to drink it. Alisha, tell him he's going to make himself sick if he don't throw that away.

[ alisha makes a face. how am i eavesdropping? but she doesn't bother to ask. rudy's special in the worst kind of way sometimes. both of them. she wonders if there's two of them so the special is evenly split. ]

[ turning to rudy too, she shakes the coffee in her own hand. ] I'm going to drink it. [ she arches her brow, argumentative: ] Does that mean I'm disgusting?

[Rudy Too looks uncomfortable at the confrontation. His faces twitches slightly, glancing between the coffee and Alisha.]

Did you see anything spit in it?

[ alisha arches her brow. ] Do you think I'd drink something someone spat in?

[ seriously, rudy. she's getting ready to punch him. hence: questions for questions, no answers. ]

Of course not. That's not stopping him, though. [He edges back from her a little. Just to be on the safe side.]

You're being ridiculous. [Rudy shakes his head at Too, then leans towards Alisha dropping his voice to a stage ridiculous.] He's being ridiculous.

[Because he totally couldn't hear that, right? He takes an extra large gulp of coffee, mostly to spite himself, then raises his voice back to its usual volume.]

Don't listen to him. He's just being paranoid. [He shoots himself an offended look.] D'you see what you've done to her? You've gone and upset her. You're a miserable prick, you are. You really are.

[ back up, bitch. ]

I'm not upset! [ she is, though. is he calling her disgusting? why is she being overly sensitive to what rudy thinks of her? oh, right, she's sort of dead. she'd like to be remembered for good things, like … ]

[ we'll come back to that. ]

Just because you think the worst in people doesn't actually make it true. [ she'd cross her arms but coffee. she glances to rudy prime, nodding her head slightly in belated agreement at his comment, and then turns her guns back onto rudy too. ] You're being fucking ridiculous. It's just fucking coffee!

Yours is just coffee. His isn't.

[He shoots a pointed look at Rudy One whose jaw drops despite this being an ongoing argument and this being far from the first time he's heard it.]

So now you're calling me disgusting? I am not disgusting. [He turns to Alisha for back up. She'll support him, right? ] Alisha, tell him. Tell him I'm not disgusting.

[ alisha arches her brow and chooses this moment to drink her coffee. she doesn't particularly like lying, especially not in a situation where she'll contradict herself seconds later. ]

[ and she pulls a face, almost poking her tongue out. ] Fucking disgusting. Only drink that shit if you hate yourself.

[ drink up, rudy. ]

I hate him. Does that count?

[He'll assume yes and drain most of the rest.]

[ alisha thinks to toss her coffee, but she crosses her arms and uses it as something like a bouncing ball instead. her hip juts out and so does the cup. ]

Does that mean you hate yourself?

No. Of course not. I fucking love meself.

[God, Alisha. Why is that such a hard concept to understand?]

[ she doesn't need rudy to tell her that he loves himself. it's quite clear in how he goes on about his cock and his prowess in bed. ]

[ or lack of both. ]

[ she uses her coffee as if it's a pen, gesturing with it in his direction. her eyes are narrowed. ] But you hate him, yeah? [ she points at rudy too. ]

[See. Now she's getting it. He nods decisively at where Rudy Too is slumped, watching them both sulkily.]

Him? Yeah. Him I hate.

[ alisha tries hard not to laugh, instead, she schools her features into something of a blank canvas. her brows crease together, though, and her tone morphs into a you're dumb. ] Isn't he you?

No! Yes.

[Their answers come at the same time, both equally insistent. Rudy looks at his other self in disbelief, then shakes his head.] No.

[Rudy Too continues to look at Rudy with a steady, disapproving expression.] Yes.

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bypassing reunions to save it for later

Good thinking. Rudy can snot on her when we intro for real.

i will be sure to have her wrapped in kleenex.

She'll need it.

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