TEST DRIVE MEME

[fairyfoes]

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!

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[wilmington]

[ mid-way through his approach to the table is when jesse takes more resolute notice of him. one eye somewhat wider than the other, his eyebrow lifting. all and all, an incredibly pointed and leery look. he's not only bent at the shoulders, practically at the waist too, with arms propped on his legs facing outward. the slouch of youth, of someone who might throw on the same clothes from the previous night, if only because it's easier.

in that short period, his gaze has traveled — darted — away from him and back again. that edge of paranoia to him surely won't go missed. half of him is trying to distinguish the real from the not-real, and the other is making a desperate attempt to pick out who looks familiar (if anyone). at least the station, over all, doesn't look entirely like something out of a bad dream, inspired by a combination of stupid movies and memories he's unable to shed himself of.

when he does sit, jesse swallows visibly, and by now, he has his full attention, though the nervous air to him only seems to intensify. it disperses into obvious, impatient annoyance, even before the question is entirely asked. don't think he hasn't picked up on that hinting tone. he gives the wall opposite an agitated, harsh stare, and thumbs the side of his phone after closing it. ]

Uh, yeah. Thanks. [ mobile pinched between the knuckle of his first digit and thumb, he holds it up to gesture with it. this dry response is coated with doubt, and for a bit, he nearly doesn't say anything more. drabwurld. he's glued himself to it, staring at the edge of the table before him, eyes widening steadily in spite of himself. sherlock receives another pointed gaze, but jesse still doesn't look positive of anything. of himself, or the stranger in front of him.

finally, he does angle himself to face him now, leaning toward the table. ] Yo. Um. You said, 'Drabwurld.' Where is that, exactly? I mean, like, what continent?

[ he'll eventually come back to the likes of us. ]

(not at all! it was lovely, i've been beaming over working out a response for you. i'm embarrassed to say, i'm super, super new with jesse, too! gah. so, please, if you can, excuse the clunk and clumsy of it. eee! i'm excited to thread with you, hehe.)

[eclecticism]

Drab. Two [ spoken with a degree of grandeur and in the manner of one seeking to educate and explain. the breath of a pause between utterances is punctuated by a brief wave of his hand, the gesture not quite broad or wide enough for him to symbolise the 'two' with his fingers. ] etymological origins, one from French — drap — related to the colour of fabric, dull and disinteresting. The other, Gaelic, drabag, relating to prostitution. [ a brief, wry curling of his lips. ] Given our circumstances, the latter seems a touch more apt, wouldn't you say? [ a beat giving jesse — effectively — little enough time to verbally respond. ] Wurld: self-explanatory, I should hope, given your southwestern [ barely a hint of a question; jesse's accent is recognisable, placeable, and though sherlock is going to assume that he's not putting an accent on, he's not going to rule it out. he's not, after all, got enough information about any of this to be able to place as much faith as he'd like in his own deductions. ], Anglophone origins. Nevertheless, in this case, both are functionally useless.

[ it's a convoluted way of admitting that he doesn't know. as far as his understanding of linguistics go, it's a nonsense word with no discernible etymology that would (or does, even) lend itself as to locale. the topology has served to help little, particularly when one keeps in mind — considers — that the individuals brought here are from (claim to be) from entirely different locations themselves. given jesse's question, however: ] You're not much of a traveller, are you? I assume you've stayed in the southwest for most of your life. I, on the other hand, have travelled, but for what it's worth, I was in New York. You weren't. One could assume from that piece of information that we're within the United States, but that would be wrong.

[ or: the popular name for magic, if he recalls correctly (he does), in relation to fairies, is glamour. assuming the folklore has any basis in fact, they're capable of disguising themselves, other people, objects and, he'd guess, entire places from the vision of ordinary (ha) mortals. in theory, this realm could be anywhere. that said, the folklore is, he believes, to be primarily western european in origin. if the realm does have any real-world comparison, he'd lean towards germany, or to the british isles. the lay of the land, he believes, does support that (and the linguistics — perhaps. he'd need to hear and read more.) as for the folklore— if he were in new york, besides a trip to a library or two, he'd consult an expert. he's never seen much need to delve into all of it in an overly in-depth manner. the crux of it, then: they could be anywhere. ]

Honestly, it's all very fascinating and I'm at a bit of a loss as to the hows, the whys and the wheres, and I don't, therefore, have much interest in discussing a hypothesis at present. There's [ a larger, more broad hand gesture this time, as if he's pushing something away. ] still far too much that I don't know [ "and understand" ] that makes questions, at this point, absolutely worthless. What I will say is that the bare bones of it is true. Your resolute — but entirely understandable, I assure you. There's a reason they say ignorance is bliss, and that's because familiarity is a comfort — desire to believe that none of this is happening is not going to get you anywhere. The sooner you accept that we are here, that your coffee was served by fairies, the happier you'll be.

[ sherlock leans forward after this statement (series of statements), the palms of his hands resting downturned on the table. his studying of jesse, this time, is wholly undisguised. ] What was it? Either you believe you're dreaming, or you believe this is all a bad trip. You're far too physically unsure about this entire situation to really believe this is a dream, so it's the latter. I can't imagine anything you've taken mixing too well with fairydust, so I'd recommend taking a bit of care with what you consume in the meantime.

[ a glance downwards and across at the coffee. ] They're not entirely shy about slipping something, or spitting, as it happens, into mugs.

[ he leans back again, his own posture becoming a little more relaxed. getting that all out was quite cathartic, it would seem (or: you may speak now, jesse. if you tried to interrupt, sherlock would have had none of it.) ]