TEST DRIVE MEME

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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!

Comments

[brainiest]

[ Hermione's expression falters and she frowns, arms slipping across her chest as she stares him down. There's no need to be so particularly rude and, honestly, she wants to give him a stern lecture on how to treat people who are just being polite. For now, however, she purses her lips and keeps that held back. ]

And yet no one around us is fainting because of a sleeping potion or passing out because of a Draught of Living Death, are there? I think if we were being poisoned it would be a little more obvious, don't you?

[consolidating]

[ she has a point. but then, so does he because!! ]

-- You seem to be overly familiar with poisons.

[ the draught of the living what, now. ]

[brainiest]

[ She tilts her head. ]

They aren't poisons. They're potions.

[consolidating]

The Draught of Living Death is not a poison?

[ wow hermione, he may be medieval but he's not dumb!! ]

[brainiest]

No, it's a potion, one that simulates death. It's only a deep sleep, however, as long as it's brewed correctly.

[ GOSH WHAT SCHOOL DID YOU EVEN GO TO??? ]

[consolidating]

[ that does make him pause. if only because he knows it. not by this odd name, to be certain but he does know it. and the memory is sharp and quick and painful ( his father's tears over his own cheeks; a father Arthur has lost and will not see again - ) ]

I know that which you speak of, Hermione Granger; 'tis a dangerous thing.

[ and he says her name right this time, his voice heavier around her. ]

[brainiest]

[ Hermione's expression hardens a little and she stands straighter, suddenly uneasy. Her wand is still up her sleeve, thank goodness, and she takes a long, deep breath. ]

Do you mean magic? What do you think brought you here, exactly?

[ She's soured towards him, now, lips pursing. ]

[consolidating]

The potion, more accurately. I know what it can do; and I know what happens if one is not careful with it.

[ or if one trusts the likes of Merlin with it but nevermind!!! ]

And if magic has taken me away from a kingdom I vowed to protect, I do not see how you hope to present it as anything welcomed.

[brainiest]

Then you should also know there is an antidote, as there is to almost every potion.

[ She purses her lips, taking a deep breath and counting backwards from ten. ]

Have you tried asking someone about it, or perhaps trying to figure out what good you could do here so you can go home?

[consolidating]

That I know. I was told that one must have it at a specific time, or one is lost to death before long.

[ he sighs; it's not that he ignores her annoyance because she is right, at least partly. if he can offer his protection for this land he would do so. but to aid those of magic is --

well unheard of. magic has taken too much from Arthur and though he doesn't hate it, no, he is not his father; but he is wary and weary of it. ]

If I can aid this land against its troubles, I shall certainly attempt to, with all that I can; but my kingdom needs my protection, we are at war. As much as I wish I could offer to stay in these borders, I cannot quite do so when my own kingdom is in peril. I would sooner aid this land from Camelot than discard it.

[brainiest]

Oh... That's not quite how it works where I come from. As long as the potion is made correctly then the antidote can be given at any time. It's a little like Romeo and Juliet, I suppose.

[ Hermione's ire relaxes a little and she steps closer, trying to offer some kind of comfort. From the sound of it something awful happened that related to the Draught and there's nothing she can really do to offer to fix it, not here and not when it's probably already too late.

Merlin help her (oh, the irony-) ]

I can understand that but perhaps there's something that can be done. Maybe there's a way to send you home? Surely the people here must understand that you have a war to fight - I'm lucky, I was finished with my war before I arrived here.