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

[smithwork]

Don't you have winter weather to be spreading around?

[ Or anything better to do? ]

[winterwork]

Wow! Someone is so grateful. I'm admiring this high level of appreciation.

[Tsk tsk. He brings up a hand to conjure up some flakes that he blows over in his direction.]

[smithwork]

No, I mean ... [ Blech! Stop that. ] Aren't you the only guy that brings the frost? There's no one else saddled with that job, I don't want to mess up your schedule or anything.

[winterwork]

Right, because having my eyes open while I fly through the sky to keep a look out for a large dragon is going to result in the biggest snow drought of the century.

[It's called multitasking. He's very much capable of it.]

[smithwork]

[ This face, Jack. ]

I'm just saying, it could take a while.

[winterwork]

That's fine. Time is something I'm ... realizing I have a lot of. [Something you catch on when over a decade passes by and you're still a bit of a teenager.]

It's not a big deal, dragon boy. [Boop to the nose with a staff!]

[smithwork]

[ Owww. Have a flick to your own nose, sir. ]

Okay, well. I appreciate it. In the meantime, shall we get something to eat? I haven't eaten since before ... I came here. Yikes.

[winterwork]

[Did he just ... get flicked??? No one's ever touched him, much less flicked him before, this is a brand new experience. Much shock, such surprise.

He rubs his nose, trying to get over that unexpected action.] What do you mean you haven't eaten since you came here? I thought you were human.

[smithwork]

I've not had a real meal in a while, the last one I tried didn't count. [ He gives a small chuckle, eyes crinkling. ] My, uh, mom can't cook.

[winterwork]

All the more reason to run quick to the food as soon as you got here. But no, someone thought he'd catch up on his reading instead.

[If it was a natural habit before, his teasing instincts are even stronger than ever.]

[smithwork]

Hey, Vikings are hardier than you'd think. Some of the men in my village can survive a week without nothing more than stale bread and regurgitated fish from their dragons.

[ Hardy as fuq, son. ]

[winterwork]

Please tell me you did not actually eat regurgitated fish.

[Because that's not tough, that's completely disgusting.]

[smithwork]

A couple of times, under pressing circumstances.

[ It really is disgusting, yes, he does not condone it. But it's impressive! ]

[winterwork]

[He breaks out into a hearty laugh, because it actually is really impressive as gross as it is.]

Wow, Hiccup, you are a much crazier kid than I originally thought. I give you fifty points for the fish. Bravo. You've earned it.

[smithwork]

Well, Toothless is the one you should be congratulating, he got me to eat a bite the first time we properly sat down together.

[ Haha, terrifying Night Fury frand. ]

[winterwork]

Regurgitated from a dragon, no less. [Yeah, you're really not human, Hiccup.]

I'll make sure to never cast judgement again. You may be composed of ultra scrawniness, but you're the toughest of the tough, aren't you?

[He's totally serious even if he's, you know, just laughing. A lot.]

[smithwork]

Heh. Yeah, guess so ...

[ Hooking his thumbs in the back of one of his belts, Hiccup lets his gaze slide to the floor and lapses into a thoughtful silence for a few beats. I knew someone tougher.

He gestures to the corridors ahead after noticing the direction they're walking in. ]

We should try the Great Hall, see if there's anything going in there.

[winterwork]

Sounds like a plan. Race you?

[Because he's already gripping his staff tighter as the wind flows in from the open windows, lifting him up off his feet. Shifting on his back horizontally in the air, he begins to glide backwards ahead down the corridors with a laugh, though remaining at a slow enough speed to allow Hiccup to keep up.]

[smithwork]

Race me, sure. I'll just be the one leaving you eating my dust, don't stop to try and figure out where I came from.

[ He does pick up his pace a little, though only to a walking-jog combo. ]

You keep on flying like that, I wouldn't want you saying you didn't have every advantage later when I win.

[winterwork]

[Jack's cruel, but he isn't so cruel that he'll leave Hiccup behind. Even if he still does blow a few flakes back at the one-legged jogger in amusement.]

Wow, Hiccup, you're so fast, you've already made one lap all around and back, huh? I'm so thoroughly impressed. Maybe I should just give up now.

[smithwork]

Oooh, I see where you're going with this. Jest not, my friend, there's enough power behind this one foot to launch me straight past your smug nose if I wanted.

[ This place is so warm and he's wearing leathers and jogging, fuckfuckfuck. The snowflakes are, therefore, greedily rubbed on his face and neck.

Disjointedly, he grouses, ] The heat's terrible, can't you do something about that?

[winterwork]

[Hiccup's determination is admirable at the least. It's certainly keeping him constantly entertained.]

Heat? You poor kid, you aren't being slowed down now, are you? It'd be a shame for you to lose after all that bragging.

[With a laugh, he waves his staff to tap at the walls on either side of them, letting frost curl up in swirls along the surface in heavy layers, bringing a cool rush of air through the corridor.]

[smithwork]

Wow.

[ Touching the curling frost on the walls as they walk, he sends Jack an impressed look. Never mind the fake race. ]

How old are you? Have you been doing this forever?