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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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[she had played guest to one court, and now she finds herself here. and ugly thing, still with long white hair and gangling limbs, new skin and an empty head. she is important because she is the last, but the last what?

human?...no. there are many here. something else? possibly. a glint of faded white, a flash of a horn...something so beautiful it makes her wish to weep for its loss and its loneliness.

but she is important here too. a precious thing. a precious shard. something small to something larger, as most things are in the world. but it's too much thought for her current state and instead the young woman remains as she is in the court, in the middle of it all like some ghostly figure, staring down at a cup held in a familiar and unfamiliar hand belonging to her. the words here are familiar, whispers of something she should know. presences of those who had been in her wood (her wood? yes, she had a wood. a whole forest. animals and trees and rivers and grass and a butterfly...) and those who had been outside her wood.

if she were human she would cry. if she were human she would panic. but instead she looks down at her cup, watching the reflection of an unfamiliar looking back. if Schmendrick were here he'd know.]

[A little boy with bandages around his torso and arrows tattooed on his arms, legs, back and head notices the sad woman after passing by three times. He has been exploring after having had some medical attention, and trying to get a feel of the people around this place.

Of course, it took him embarrassingly long time to notice that the lady isn't, in fact, a statue.

He stops in front of her, blinking curiously.]

Um... excuse me? Ma'am?

[He awkwardly waves at her, wondering if she'll even notice him. Maybe she's one of the natives and doesn't want to talk to him?]

[it takes her a moment or so to realize that the young voice is addressing her, and she looks up from her goblet, her expression remaining stoic and forlorn. large clear eyes trace the tattoos and she tilts her head in a subtle manner that's not entirely human.

she doesn't rise from her seat and she doesn't wave back. it's not that she's unfriendly (although maybe it's because she is) she's just an old proud lonely thing in a new dying body.

so she's a bit aloof. though there's something about this boy that keeps her from ignoring him. a certain something she can no longer sense.]

You are marked.

[it's said bluntly, again looking at his tattoos.]

[Aang has met a lot of creatures that are not human, but he has not yet met one that takes the form of a human (unless, of course, one counts Yue, but she was still pure human when he last saw her). Thus, he notices how something seems a little... off, but it makes him do little more than cock his head.]

Uh, you mean the arrows?

[He gestures vaguely to the arrow on his brow.] Yeah, they mean I've mastered airbending.

You have a mark too. [It only occurs to him after the words are out that that might be rude.]

[she confused by the word 'airbending', but despite her confusion she asks nothing of it. one hand still holding the goblet, she brings her opposite one up to touch the mark on her forehead. she's seen it in the reflections of the castle, in whatever Molly has managed to polish clean during their stay, and in the reflection of the nameless drink in her hand.

her fingers remain there, unaware of the possible rudeness of his observation. she forgets what the mark is for sometimes, and other times she remembers and it hurts.]

It means I have lost something. [her hand drops back to her lap lamely.] It's not the same.

You lost something?

[That sounds mysterious and sad. Clearly, this is something the Avatar can fix.

Aang sits down on the floor next to her chair with a gentle gust of wind, looking up with wide gray eyes.]

What'd you lose? Maybe I can help you find it?

[she looks mutely startled at the gust of wind, and for a moment she feels as a human woman in awe would have felt, the Lady Amalthea who is to be courted and kept, but the sensation is gone again, fleeting.

she's lost many things. herself, her people, and now her companions. she's as alone as ever and it's a loneliness surely no human would understand.

the unicorn shakes her head.]

It is not something that can be found here.

[She would be surprised how much this little boy understands loneliness.

Aang hugs his knees to his chest, still staring up at her.]

Are you sure? Sometimes we think we've lost something forever, but it can still turn up.

[she probably would.

she looks down at him, eyes clear and unblinking.]

What I'm looking for is not here.

[her voice catches in her throat and soft skin furrows in what resembles frustration.]

I will die here, trapped, and everything will remain lost.

If you think like that, sure it will.

[In one fluid motion, he's on his knees, his chin perched on her armrest and face upturned to meet her eyes. His voice is gentle with sympathy, but he's not withdrawing from her.]

How long have you been here? You can't have given up on home already.

[Basch has no need of parties. Were his need to return to Archades and to his lord less pressing he would still find them largely useless. He's a soldier at heart, a protector, and possibly the only thing more useless than a party is Basch himself at a party. No diplomat is he, nor does he consider himself particularly entertaining.

And so he spends this time roaming the hall slowly, keeping to the fringes. Perhaps some clue as to how to escape this mess will present itself if he is vigilant. He eats nothing, drinks nothing, but keeps his eyes on those who do.

Eventually his gaze comes to rest on the young woman with white hair. To look lost or forlorn is not only valid but almost expected in a situation such as this, but there's something about the girl that catches his attention. Maybe she reminds him of Ashelia, in a way. Regal but lost. Or maybe it's just that inherent drive in him to protect.

A blond man in ornate full plate armor approaches, the horned helm of the suit tucked under one arm. He pauses a polite distance from her and bows.]

My lady.

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/gently howls this book is my favorite thing ever