TEST DRIVE MEME #5

[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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[athousandcurses]

[Celtic Hippies? EXCUSE U APHRODITE. Grainne had been kind of excited to see a Greek goddess, but her Celtic pride is smarting just a little after that zing.]

Oh my, I did not expect to see a god here, especially a Greek one. I would have thought they were all too powerful to be dragged here.

[Ouch, burn.]

It pains my heart to say, but that is exactly what happened. We have been kidnapped by the sidhe of this realm to fight in a war that's been going on for a very long time now. They say if we fight and win we can return home, but I am not convinced of that myself.

[A pause.]

You would not happen to know Aengus Og, would you?

[taffing]

[Garrett makes eye contact with long-eared man and feels simultaneously alarmed and annoyed that he'd been noticed.

Ah, well.

He drifts over to the stranger.]

Not the partying sort, are we?

[halfdressed]

Why, is she here? [ Meh. Rising, Aphrodite paces around the stacks nearby, running a finger over the dust and pulling a face. Gross. ] Look, I have an excess of time on my hands and I'm all about helping get you out of the library if you're up for it. Out of it and into the arms of a beautiful woman. Women. Guys?

[ Squints. ]

I really can't tell whether you have a preference, twee little girlfriend aside. Help me out here, bro.

[halfdressed]

When sad little pantheons can't fix their own problems, you really have to expect the big shots to look in every once in a while.

[ Burn YO'SELF, gurl. ]

Oggy Who? That's an awful name, what a drag his mom must've been.

[dragonring]

This can't be happening, this can't be happening...

[He hides his face on his hands and shakes his heads. wondering what he's done to deserve this. The library is supposed to be a safe place, his sanctuary of sorts. But now this woman has... tainted the peace of the books. Or something. Where is a grumpy librarian when you need one?]

I DON'T need your help. I LIKE the library and I LOVE my girlfriend, so please, could you cut all-- [Vague wave of his hand toward her.] --that out?

[halfdressed]

Wow, rude much? I come down here because I see you all sad and mopey over your notes and this is the response I get? [ :'( Whiiiining. ] Not that you would actually know or care, but things are super hard for me right now despite the fact I am trying to be a good person, and you are way harsh.

[ ... Sniffling. And folding her arms. ]

Plantagenet party don't care about time/space/courts

[unnatural_animal]

[Richard shakes his head, reaching for a vessel on the table and pouring himself more wine, not bothering to wait for a page to come round and serve him. He isn't drunk at the moment and has no plans to reach that point before the night is out, but the wine he has drunk has loosened his tongue somewhat. Talking to a woman about music is easy and inconsequential. Years spent in his mother's court have made him as adept at princely niceties as he is at warfare and he slips easily into that courtly role now.]

It isn't the pitch, lady. Listen to the tone, the beat. [He leaves a pause to do so, the fingers of his battle scarred hand marking the beat upon the tabletop.] Do you hear it? Dull and slow, like monks chanting at a funeral. His song has no blood in it.

[dragonring]

Oh, come on, don't--

[He sighs. This isn't fair. Girls have always ran way from him, why isn't it happening now when he actually wants it to?]

I'm not... sad, alright. Just missing home a little bit. I-- [Oh boy, does he really have to say this?] --thank you for offering your. Services? I guess. But I don't want any kinds of multiverse hooks up right now.

[halfdressed]

[ Stamping a kitten-heel!! ]

But that's my gig, you could at least let me set you up! Ugh, this is so typical. Even the weediest little dork doesn't want my help when I'm basically prostrate and at the end of my tether! Air would he laughing his butt off right now.

[ Slumping in a heap on the couch like a slob, she magics up a frilly handkerchief to blow her nose. Loudly. Multiple times. Look what you did, Dave. ]

What else am I supposed to do around here? Check in and see if the local hairy barbarians need some help? Yeah, no thanks, I haven't fallen that far.

gently holds your face and kisses it

[showmeyourwreath]

[Oh, she knows you.

She's known you for years.

But wow, even Stella isn't that bad. Maybe.

But wow this frustration, exasperation, and desire to rebuke sure are familiar.]

You shouldn't talk to people like that, it's not nice or respectful. Secondly, beauty is subjective, and believe it or not, not everyone is preoccupied with it.

[She can't help but try but she's also prepared for this to be useless BUT SHE ALSO REMAINS OPTIMISTIC.]

[athousandcurses]

You have an excellent point, Lady Aphrodite. The Queens do seem to be the types to bring in useful people.

[GOOD THING THIS ISN'T GRAINNE'S REALM. She might have been steamed.]

Oh, the Celtic god of Love and Poetry. I thought you might know him since you travel in the same circles. It was silly of me, I suppose there's not much mingling between the gods of different lands.

[unnatural_animal]

[It's clear from Richard's expression that his patience with the strange man before him is beginning to wear thin. He inherited the temper of both his parents and, while he is still outwardly polite at the moment, only time will tell if it manifests as his mother's calculated cruelty or (as is more likely) the blind, blunt rage of his father.]

A very humble opinion indeed. What is your name? And what is your land, this land of whiskey and bourbon?

audio;

[cagedinflesh]

Well, all people have at least two distinct sides to their personalities, after all. We can't expect all to fit the same mold, or to never act contrarily. It is good to hear we are not all at war with eachother, on a more individual basis, however. Some opportunity for dialogue between members of each side is important.

[scanners]

[ rise is all bright smiles at the kid, who seems kind of shy; no matter! rise has dealt with everything from cute little kids to slobbering old fanboys, so she can most certainly handle it. so she just pulls the chair out and settles down in it, setting her coffee down and shaking her hand as a "no, no" gesture with the other. ]

No, definitely not! You were here first--we can sit together. Drinking coffee in a nice place like this all by yourself is kind of lonely, don't you think?

[ settling, she fixes her skirt, and then offers her hand. ] I'm Rise. What's your name?

[scanners]

[ target acquired: +1 kid with a school uniform that looks familiar. rise had been eyeing the sleeping guy from across the coffee shop when they made her iced mocha, trying to figure out what, exactly, was totally familiar about him, and it clicks after he sits up and she sees the armband.

rise's eyes get wide and she immediately sits down, learning forward into the weird guy with the hat's space with zero regards for anything besides the fact that, omg, someone familiar. sort of. maybe?

well, whatever. ] Did you go to Gekkoukan?

[dragonring]

Yes, I suck, thank you for the reminder.

[After wincing when the nose blowing starts, Dave closes the book on the table, finally giving up on trying to go back to what he was doing (which is totally fun by the way, stop the judging).]

You can't tell me there are only nerds and barbarians in this castle, there are men coming from hundreds of different universes! ...probably thousands but I doubt you wanna hear about multiverse theory. [Those are calculations on his notes, yes.] You should, ah, not give up so soon! Yeah.

!! ouo smooches

[halfdressed]

Uh, exsqueeze me, if I'm not in the mood to look at a bunch of rank losers, I won't.

[ Hmm, tilting her head. ]

Funny! I also don't remember asking specifically for annoying nags. I guess you jumped the gun, huh?

Dasha | Native OC, Classy Bitch & Brothel Owner

[hercruelhand]

C A E R _ S C I M A

Attending the feast was little more than a formality beginning the long-term contract of one the finely trained courtesans which it was her business to provide to discerning politicians and nobility; in the hours before the festivities, they had met the client, signed the necessary documents, gotten the bank note approved...

Now, from across the distance of the feast, Dasha watched the young woman whom they had traveled all this distance to deliver with an air of vague satisfaction. A master craftsman reviewing her work, as a jeweler might admire how another wore a ring or necklace of their making.

Dasha herself was poised and refined, wrapped in a gown so finely tasteful and elegantly ornamented that it transcended fashion to brush at art; and she reached with a graceful motion to pluck a wine goblet from a passing servant's tray, handing it to the hulking, dark-haired brute of a man who was her constant shadow.

She drifted about the festivities, an observer more than a participant, and was frequently seen speaking quietly near the elbow of those who seemed to be doing the same. She danced, but only once: with her burly guardian.

[gordianknots]

[Awesome? Good lord, what master was he hanging out with that a Berserker would have picked that up?

Lord, let it not be Flatt.]

The Barrel, we're located in the Nimh Gleanne where the two major roads - eastern and southern - meet.

[halfdressed]

[ LOOK AT THIS DAVE LOOK AT HOW UPSET SHE IS JUST ??? ]

I don't even have a te—uh, uhhh —emple ... ! [ Flopping her wrists on the couch at her sides, she makes a high-pitched noise only upset women and dogs can manage. ] I'm working in a library.

A-And you're being so mean —!

[ Cue one crying goddess. ]

[halfdressed]

Love and poetry? Sounds like a yawn. What does he do, go around simpering his trade? Aha! Nice. Well, the important thing is to always do your best when you're on the bottom rung of the ladder, I suppose. I wouldn't know. [ Meh, other gods. ] I bet he's nothing compared to my Kyewpee.

And hey! I mingle. I met the Norse boys.

<3

[showmeyourwreath]

[Flora folds her arms.]

And I'm not annoying. [A beat.] Or a nag.

[One of these things may be patently false.

No yeah, this is definitely worse.

For all that Flora is euuugh, her voice is perfectly calm and even. And patient. Somehow.]

No, what you did ask for was answers. I realise being brought here is very stressful, and I hope you don't get greys or stress lines for it--[is she being sincere is she not we just don't know], however, you're not going to endear yourself to many people, nor get what you want if that's how you choose to address them. If you watched over humans back home, there are many that are many here that aren't, for a start.

[cagedinflesh]

[Close but not quite. At least his Master isn't a doofus, only a regular teenage boy...in the early 90's, no less. Actually, it's only partly his Master's doing. Berserker is sure to listen to the way young people speak while out in the city, as it's important he blend in!]

That's great, thank you very much, sir. You must have gone to a great deal of effort in acquiring the materials.

[athousandcurses]

Simpering? [Aengus was nice, but...] Well, no, not simpering... but he did kill this one bard who was spreading lies-- ah! Norse? [She makes a face.] Why would you want to mingle with those barbarians?

[dragonring]

[Oh boy. He bets even Tank can hear that from the other side of the universe. Dave throws his hands in the air, not knowing what to do. He barely knows how to behave around women, crying ones only make him feel worse.]

Actually asking someone to cheat on their loves one is way meaner...

[Oh god, she's crying more now. After sighing again, he searches through the many books on the table until he finds the one he wants and, after some hesitation, he approaches her to show her a particular chapter: the one on the Castle of Mair.]

Have you tried this place? It sounds like the kind of, ah- fun you're looking for.