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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[aphrodisiacs]

[ the icing is all that matters (and alisha is quite grateful none of it is on her.) alisha glances down at his question, not really sure if it will leave a stain. she doesn't really know this shit — doesn't really go out of her way to eat cakes these days. all she knows is there's no way to get bloodstains out without really ripping apart clothing. ]

[ she doesn't sound too angry as she ponders: ] Think it'll be all right. [ she glances at him, specifically at his staff. it reminds her of a scythe, the way it's shaped. her brows crease together: ] Why're you trying to pick up a cake with a staff? That shit's just going to fall off onto the floor and make an even bigger mess.

[icy]

I wasn't, I only wanted the sweet topping and froze it so it'd stick. Just ... forgot about the rest.

[ He snaps a chip of frozen icing off what he holds in his hand, offering it over. ]

Want some?

[aphrodisiacs]

[ alisha takes the frozen icing, looking it over in her hand. her brows crease together. ] And your stick just freezes it? [ she looks at him, eyebrow slightly raised. she's seen friends die and come back to life, boyfriends turn invisible in front of her very own eyes, and a stupid prick duplicate. she's never really seen a power work through an object before — if the object was, in fact, the thing that possessed the power. ] Anything you want?

[icy]

My stick or me, whichever. [ He reaches out and picks up a cushion, freezing it solid so it slides with a rasp over the table where he drops it before slouching on the armrest again. She gets a smile. ] I'm Jack Frost. I don't know if that name means ... uh, anything to you. Winter is sort of my thing.

[aphrodisiacs]

[ her eyebrows raise, then. her gaze travels over him — and he looks the part, if she really thinks about it; ice-coloured hair, chilly eyes, and extremely pale. ] Seriously?

[ but she's never quite met a legendary figure before. it's all kind of bullshit — like superheroes; make-believe things that only exist in books. ] You're supposed to be Jack Frost?

[icy]

I am, and you're clearly a charmer.

[ Flicking a bit of icing over. Take that. ]

What's your name?

[aphrodisiacs]

Alisha.

[ she narrows her eyes; it looks nothing like a glare, but as if she's just simply trying to match the name to the face. it's a little unbelievable — and isn't that a laugh? her finding something like this, like meeting jack frost, as unbelievable, when storms can grant powers and people can do such unspeakable and unreal things back home. ]

[ she shakes her head slightly, her lips turning up because, jesus, this is something simon would probably appreciate more than her. ] Never really met someone who wasn't meant to be real. [ is that offensive? she thinks it might be. ] The only unreal thing that exists back home is superheroes — and even that's a load of bullshit.

[icy]

[ He takes it in his stride, though his lips purse thinly before breaking on a forced laugh. It eases as he rubs the back of his head. ]

Thanks. [ Moving swiftly on. ] You have superheroes back home?

[aphrodisiacs]

[ alisha seems to liven up. this is a rant she's practiced multiple times before. ]

Not real, proper superheroes. None of that Batman shit, yeah? Just … stupid pricks who think that they can somehow save the world by destroying it. [ she shrugs. it's a simplified version of her community service: these so-called "stupid pricks" try to kill anyone who have superpowers because they're insecure little freaks. ]

It's complete bullshit. None of them even get dressed up. [ that's what makes you a proper superhero, right? the stupid latex and underwear worn on the outside? ]