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!

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[gwynbleidd]

[It stings, like he had been slapped across the face by the palm of her hand. His fingers curl, he makes two fists by his waist that he feels like pushing through the wall nearby. She's right... again. It was Letho, not him.

He's glad for the subject change, and then again he isn't. He wants to say something more than sorry, say anything that can describe how guilty he feels about being forced to choose between her and a dragon.] The same things are going on here as they were in the Kingdoms.

[He can't stand it, how hurt she looks. He reaches up regardless of what she does and brushes the very tips of his calloused figers over, softly, the ridge of her cheek, scrutinizing the wounds, the cuts, the bruises.]

[trisscuits]

Don't - [She bites out the word hard like a hiss, pushing it out through between her teeth, as she reaches up to grab him by the wrist and roughly pull his hand away. Shoving it off to the side, away from her.

She can't, Triss can't do this right now.

There's way too much going on that she can't deal with this, with him. They're here to work through someone else's mistakes when they have their own ear-deep shit pile to fix. Of course she's happy to see he's alright and that she's not alone here but...

Because she needs that distance, Triss takes a step back and makes sure it's wedged there firmly between them.]

Like I said - we need to figure it out. It doesn't matter if it's similar, we don't know anything here the way we do back home.

[gwynbleidd]

[The persistence leaves him immediately. His hand balls momentarily into a fist, but not in threat, and then his arm lowers back to his side. He's spurned, and he doesn't pursue it any longer because he isn't one to make a scene. She even moves away, and an emptiness swallows all of his insides.

Instead, he tries to focus on where she's leading the conversation, on the sudden return of the reality of being in an unfamiliar place. The hard frown on his lips is both from her rejection and the understanding of how little knowledge the two of them have about this place.] We're a commodity in a time of war. We're the bargain for winning.

The people from the Kingdoms, they're all here: two sides fighting a battle so old they don't even remember how it really started.

[trisscuits]

Once a bartering chip, always a bartering chip.

[As much as that weighs on the headache pounding in her temples...

Triss has to pause, thinking over what he's saying and comparing it to what she's been hearing around the banquet.

Did that mean...?]

People from the Kingdoms... You mean...? [He has her attention now, fully. They can discuss them later, in private, whenever she'll allow it. But for now, she wants to know who specifically might also be there.] Who?

[gwynbleidd]

That's not what I meant. [Well, actually, there is one other from their world he knows of for the moment.]

Iorveth. He's here. [Only a small relief. There's no telling what the human-hating elf will get into.] That's all I've seen... for now.

The imps must be spiriting away everyone. [He doesn't know Seelies have fairies yet, just that there is, you know, another "side."] There's no telling who'll end up here.

At the banquet, there's people I've never seen the likes of before. [Which, ahem, may or may not be why he didn't stay too long.]