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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just because i want this to happen

[avisionofwar]

[ What is this strange, dwarfish thing scuttling about beside the tables?

Serving staff, likely. Celegorm inclines his pointed chin, his thin-lipped mouth curving into a faint frown. Neatly-- because he's faster, more precise in movement-- he presses an empty glass into Samwise's chubby mitt as the Hobbit passes him by. It's the sort've elegantly irreverent thing one would do to a servant they expect to be seen, not heard, and no sooner is it done than Celegorm turns back to his previous conversation across the table, ignoring Samwise utterly. ]

[keepgoing]

[ What is this? Sam's startled in that instant that suddenly, though he was minding his own business, there's something being thrust into his hand. A quip sits on his tongue about how he's a hobbit on a mission and he doesn't have time for being festive when he's been up and kidnapped like this, but it drops off at the sight of, well, wow, an elf. He feels like he's seen so very many elves now in the last short but infinitely long stretch of his life and yet he's always in awe of them, always stunned.

Well okay perhaps he can be a bit more polite about it all. ]

Begging your pardon, Master Elf, but I've not got the time for drinking, for all I'd like to.

[ And so he thrusts the glass right back. ]