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!

Comments

[unneeded]

Don't eat the fairy food.

[Well, he sounds English and wears a Nelson-era naval uniform, Susan. And he's got a sort of half-hearted smile on his face. Kind, but a bit unsure. Not shy, exactly, just a little awkward like any teen boy speaking to a stunningly beautiful girl for the first time. Still, there's sincerity to the advice. He sits by Susan purely by chance, and doesn't appear to have touched a thing at the table.]

[marksqueen]

[Susan gives the boy a Look. And she takes note of his dress. It's difficult to tell where everyone is from based on their clothing. She is still wearing her Narnia clothes, after all. No one would guess she's really a schoolgirl from World War II-era England]

I know, thanks.

[unneeded]

[Ah, one of those kinds of girls. Probably so used to deflecting strange boys that she thinks this is another pass. Archie gives her a bit of a dry look.]

It was only good advice. Not everyone's nurse used to cast hot coals into their used bathwater every night. I remember telling her when I first read A Midsummer Night's Dream and she was aghast at the misinformation I was being fed. She gave my schoolmaster an earful after that. Lucky she only spoke Scots and he didn't.

[Not shy at all, really. Trying to get a smile out of her.]

[marksqueen]

[she doesn't always mean to come off this way but yeah, boys do kind of hit on her a lot more than she'd like. And she just said goodbye to a prince she kind of maybe liked, so she's even less eager to warm up to flirting.

See how she moves this conversation away from fairies]

Oh, I do love Shakespeare. Which one of his plays is your favorite?

[unneeded]

[No no, Archie would rather talk Shakespeare. He becomes visibly more animated.]

You can't have a favorite, not really, but I memorized The Tempest a few years ago. Anthony and Cleopatra I know good bits of, not that you want to hear me recite it or anything else, though I admit to being capable of a thrilling dramatic reading of Clark's Complete Handbook of Seamanship. Alas that Drury Lane, while practically home, was not my calling.

[marksqueen]

Oh, that's, um... that's quite all right, thank you. My siblings and I used to do quite a bit of sailing. I don't think I need a handbook recited to me.

[unneeded]

I was jesting. [Damn, if they were about ten years younger he'd be pulling her hair and running away.]

[marksqueen]

Right. [awkward] I'm sorry, my siblings say that sometimes I can be a bit too serious.

[unneeded]

I noticed. Hence the jesting. Don't pay me much mind, though. [He's usually better at getting people to lighten up. It's harder when he's so shaken himself. And hungry.] So. You sail?

[marksqueen]

I did. It feels like it's been ages. [ahaha. Hah. That was her attempt at joking, even if the joke completely fails since he wouldn't understand the context at all]

[unneeded]

Well...Shakespeare is more interesting to talk about anyway. [He has no idea that there's a joke, and doesn't really want to talk about...work. He's peering at the fairy food, considering carefully.] You said something about favorites. What's yours?

[marksqueen]

I enjoyed Othello and Hamlet. But really, all of his plays are brilliant. I haven't been able to see one since before the war.

[unneeded]

We related, you think? [Archie offers a faint smile.] It'd be my luck. Archie Kennedy, Midshipman of His Majesty's Frigate Indefatigable.

[marksqueen]

Susan Pevensie, of Finchley. [she curtseys like a queen] A pleasure to meet you, Midshipman Kennedy.

[unneeded]

And a pleasure to meet you, Miss Pevensie. [He bows properly, right foot out, bending at the waist, looking her in the eye. Perfect form. You'd think he had status or something.] Very likely more of a pleasure for me than for you, sorry. Any decent conversation to a sailor is like finding a dry spot to stand on the moors, sometimes.

[marksqueen]

Would you like to take a walk, then? Stretch your land legs a bit?

[unneeded]

Now I know the pleasure is all mine now. [He gives a cheeky grin and offers her his elbow.]

[marksqueen]

[she smiles, resting her hand there like a proper lady should. There's no harm in walking with him, after all. He seems nice enough, and there's certainly a lot to explore]

And of course when this account expired like a year ago it left insufficient icons

[unneeded]

[His hat is off and tucked under one arm properly, just like his grandfather used to do when escorting his grandmother.]

Miss Pevensie. Were you a frequenter of Drury Lane as well, then?

[ngl it was like Disneyland for him and his parents could never keep hold of him.]

i know this pain

[marksqueen]

Before you ask, no, I don't know the Muffin Man.

[she can humor when she tries]

[unneeded]

[It does get a grin. Good, he appreciates a fellow troll.]

The theatre, of course.

[marksqueen]

When I was much younger. Once the war started, there wasn't much time for leisure.

[unneeded]

Why? Sneak off to be a ship's boy, did you? [He's only half-teasing.]

[marksqueen]

My father was called into battle. [and the teasing fails miserably]

[unneeded]

[He manages not to ask "army or navy?" for purposes of scorekeeping.]

Bad luck, [he says with sympathy.] Things must've got busy at home.