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TEST DRIVE MEME
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! |
deucalion | teen wolf
[It isn't that Deucalion is wary of being so removed from civilisation, but perhaps there's some comfort in modernity - and in the familiar, truly. His instincts take him to the woods first, like there might be answers or escape there, but after a while he drifts to the station, following word of mouth. He still keeps all of his available senses strained, careful of this place and the power it contains, unwilling to rely too absolutely on his cane (you never know when you'll accidentally damage a random toadstool). It's an obvious marker as he traverses the space, coming to a stop somewhere that smells strongly of various hot beverages - though, disappointingly, mostly coffee.]
Is there any possibility I might get some tea?
[There's a confidence in how he just says it to the open air, quite used to waiting and hoping for one of the people he can sense in the vicinity to decide to assist him - though a little more unnerved than he'll show by how often that assistance has come from fairies, recently.]
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[ as far as assistance is concerned, there are probably more helpful people to present themselves. but there's just derek, and his wary civility. they let deucalion go, but here, in a strange place, it's too much of a strain on derek to be openly trusting. ]
How did we get here?
[ chances are, deucalion knows something derek doesn't. laying his pride aside for a moment to ask doesn't seem highly unreasonable. ]
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You don't recall the journey? Mine involved being dragged around in a sack, of all things, but I've heard others had a more gentle trip.
weird threads for 500
at home or not, he doesn't actually settle there until several hours of exploring. or searching, more accurately; for snow, for any familiar face. it's not until that proves sufficiently fruitless that he finally stops, compromises on sitting down for one drink while he comes up with a new plan.
one drink that he's not completely sure hasn't been tampered with. there's a slightly unsure glance after the retreating fairy as he picks up his coffee, and he's in the middle of missing red when the voice draws him out of it.
the first glance is slightly startling: smaller man with a cane, a bit sharp in the face. the similarities stop there, though, and there's no trace of the brief surprise in david's reply. ] I haven't seen any, but we can ask the next fairy that comes by. [ not actually a strange sentence to say, though still new. ] Not a fan of coffee?
v weird thank you
Not particularly. I've always found it a little too bitter for my tastes.
[It's a wonder he doesn't wrinkle his nose as he says it, really - the impression's still there in his tone.]
I can't say I completely trust the fairies not to deliver something more potent than earl grey.
[Which is open enough to mean anything potentially poisonous. Deuc isn't putting it past the fairies not to think it's hilarious to give a werewolf wolfsbane tea.]
hi
and then he waves a hand in front of his face.
far enough away, mind, that the breeze of his hand wouldn't sweep passed his nose, but it certainly isn't polite. then he straightens, and his hands find his hips. he's English, at least, which is something. ]
It isn't easy, one would think nobody here had a civilized bone in their bodies the way they crowd about for this awful stuff.
[ the man can't see him, but James gestures widely to the coffee shop regardless. it's mostly for himself. ]
Lucky for you I'm searching for one myself.
hi :3 :3
That and that flashing red eyes at everyone might cause something of a stir. Even here, and he'd rather stick to how he usually deals with interacting with the general public, at least until he's settled.
His tone still comes a touch dry when he replies, only ever really inclined to mask his disdain in subtleties and good manners rather than remove it outright.]
It would be luckier if you'd found some. [A beat, and a slight tip of his head.] Unless you don't intend to share.
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he doubts she intended the lesson to be taken this way, but que sera. ]
I wouldn't have mentioned it to you if I didn't, mate. [ which, may not be entirely true— but Jas understood the necessity of allies, particularly in a place like this.
he's nearly the same height as this fellow, and he eyes him a moment longer before stepping more fully in line with him and offering his arm. though the man can't see it, he expects the gesture does not go unnoticed. ]
James Matthew B. My friends call me Jas. [ his one friend, but semantics. ] Shall we?
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That's an unusual abbreviation.
[Old-fashioned, though it might be hypocritical for him to make out that he didn't appreciate that a little, considering his own name - though the touch of vanity and pretension in it if self-chosen doesn't escape him. Still, he offers in return,]
Deucalion. [He doesn't say what his 'friends' call him.]
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[ he says this a with a lofty touch, and while it sounds as though this isn't the first time he's explained this, it also doesn't sound as though he's tired of doing so. the corner of his mouth up, more a smirk than a true smile ]
It's succinct.
[ and seeing himself worthy of kingship, despite his status as a bastard son, James thinks it fitting. the forget-me-not of his eyes sweep the room, and he leads Deucalion away from the coffee shop for a more promising destination. ]
Deucalion— that's Greek, I believe? Son of Prometheus.