TEST DRIVE MEME #4

[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

[gwynbleidd]

And that's the catch. There's really only one answer, and Geralt would feel worse lying to this suspicious elf than he would admitting the truth.

"To suit another," he admits indifferently.

[restandbegrateful]

It's enough. Somehow. Enough to quiet the loudest of his suspicions and reservations, if only for a while. Later he might tell himself that the wine emboldened him; or the stranger's frank, simple earnestness.

Fenris caught Geralt's gaze and held it, offering his gauntleted hand between them.

"I'm called Fenris."

[gwynbleidd]

Typically, he doesn't really shake many hands--mostly because not many people want to shake his--but he does reach out to shake Fenris' out of politeness. "Geralt." He would add the usual of Rivia, but that's a bit irrelevant here.

Better than being jumped after coming through the doors. "You haven't seen any familiar faces here, have you?"

[restandbegrateful]

The grip was firm and brief.

"Only one," Fenris informed, with a fleeting look towards the sound of the revelry, thin lips drawing thinner still.

"And I don't mean for us to linger. The smell of so much bullshit offends."

[gwynbleidd]

Geralt follows the elf's eyes to the doors, considering how lucky (or unlucky?) it would be the find someone familiar in the midst of the festivities. Depends on who was found.

"You sound use to political discord," he says, looking back. "But you're not the only one. This place is home away from home."