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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[firelords]

Excuse me?

[ She is freaking delicious, yo.

In a few undefined time units, even she will realize that this is a rather odd thing to take offense in. Probably. ]

BREAKING NEWS: azula is a brat

[firelords]

Kansas?

[ Eventually, someone will have to teach her how to put the Station's free wifi to proper use. Except that will most likely lead to even more questions, because how would Kansas ever be relevant to anything and what does a wizard have to do with that to begin with.

She shakes her head, this felt awfully irrelevant and why bother with Kansas when she knows something far more valuable that this stranger has never even heard of! ]

It's self-explanatory.

[ She shrugs. ]

Of course, you could never do it.

[backtalker]

[When will he get off this wild ride... (never.)

Serpico, for his part, has never been ecstatic about anything; this new army recruitment included. He thinks they at least have the advantage of experience, although theirs is a little less traditional than other armies. But in all honesty, he doesn't have a preference unless turning around and going home right now counts.

The corner of his mouth twitches when she just drops the idea of defecting like that; subtlety is the other thing he was never able to impress upon her... Jesus.]

Where would we go? [That's not a no, that is proper planning.]

[monstrous]

[Toby laughs, and it's not all completely there] That, that is a very good question. Apparently, I was nearly mauled by a bear, at the circus of all places, if you can believe that!

But I think I'm all right now. I should be. A friend saved me. I just can't seem to find him. I keep looking for him, but he's never there.

[Toby drifts off, scanning the station one more time, before looking at Dorian again, perking up and smiling] More importantly though, what are we going to do about you and your broken fie? Someone is going to be very cross about that.

[mines_bigger]

He grinned then, sharp and hungry against her soft hair, and the warm curve of her ear. "Well," He breathed the words out, "How bold are you feeling my love?"

[firelords]

[ she hesitates for another moment, watching him very closely for a) signs of having poisoned himself and b) signs of him trying to poison her. when anything like that refused to happen (and with some encouragement from her grumbling stomach), she picked up a tart for herself.

can lack of proper spicing kill a person? supposedly not. wouldn't believe that from the look on her face, though. ]

This is worse than being back in the Earth Kingdom.

[ not like the earth kingdom will be A Thing for that much longer. that thought seems to bring on some appetite, whatever works, whatever works.

it's probably important to note that she still stares him down as if she expects him to jump or attack her any second. a truce she can handle, generally speaking, but it's not one made under her conditions, and that puts her on edge.

her conditions usually mean she's the one who knows how and when it'll end again. ]

[depicted]

[Deeply confused, Dorian frowns and starts—but if the poor boy is all right? Yet how he could be? He does need help. Dorian should get him to someone.

Except then the boy turns it back around on Dorian, and the redness comes back to his cheeks as he remembers his sin.] Yes, I know, I don't know. I mean, I know they shall be cross with me, and I don't know what I shall do about it. I haven't any idea who I might ask to fix it, nor have I any coin with which to pay them.

oh no i can't handle him

[showmeyourwreath]

[She dips her head.] Flora. It's very nice to meet you, Dorian.

[Oh wow, but he's so unwittingly charming. She very much understands, though. Technology is forbidden at home, so there was time where she didn't know much of anything.] The faithfulness, in this case, is more about accuracy. The point of it is to faithfully replicate the conditions that facilitate a certain means of communication that can and does use wires, wirelessly. That's more or less how it's explained, at least. On Ear--uh, I mean, to the people who are familiar with this sort of thing "wi-fi" was just something someone made up, the definition came after, but it works.

[Someone probably came up with wireless fidelity on Zenith first, though.]

If that makes a little bit of sense at all.

/cackles

[cerebral]

[What changed is apparently the only person who can get through to Charles Xavier is Charles Xavier. He follows the nuances of Erik's emotional reaction with a deep seated, hidden amusement despite his other feelings (really, Erik.) Good luck getting used to that in the next several decades.

Completely deadpan:] You might have a few others. [Yes, he knows all about what you'll plan and the look he gives him communicates it plainly, without the involvement of mental voices.] But the last time I saw you, you were alive and free.

[And much like that goodbye, he's not quite ready to reciprocate old friend, although the sentiment is still there. But he looks intrigued at the word magic, because even though the years since the school closed have taken their toll on him, there will always be a remnant of that enthusiastic young man he once was.

Memories of their exploration of Erik's potential before Cuba re-surface unbidden. He tries to bat the association aside, but even trying to dampen his curiosity only makes it more obvious. Anything you could do here? It's also an opening: impress him.]

[monstrous]

Well, what are our options? We could either leave it here and walk out, steal a working one from someone else, or you could use your charms to talk your way out of it. I'm sure you would have a high success rate with the last one, so let's do that.

[firelords]

[ he reminds her of ty lee. well, before ty lee betrayed her. seemingly aware of her social station yet sort of treating her like an... average person. while being far too smiley. ]

Important, yes. Do you consider yourself unimportant?

[ so far, she kind of believed that this high king and queen picked up warriors, generals and the likes, all of some amount of prowess in battle that would suit their war properly. his katana marked him as a fighter in her eyes, but she suddenly realized that it might as well mean nothing at all. ]

Are you a soldier?

[ edging closer to: war - or azula's idea a normal conversation topic! ]

the dumbest baby

[depicted]

[A lot of those things are words he knows but that he can't understand in these circumstances. He tries to puzzle through it, and while he can get some, it will take a little bit.] A . . . little.

What kind of communication?

[playmakings]

Troy-- [ No, he just pinched his arm. Kelsi smiles in the most reassuring way he can. It's time to be the playmaker. ]

--It's going to be okay. This place is actually really neat--and if we're here, that means Gabriella might be here, too! But there's food and a lot of neat and interesting people. And you know, we could really use a basketball class.

[rappresaglia]

[those don't look like cultists, but you never know with the Outsider. faith appeared from the highest nobles to the sickrooms of the gutter.]

I wasn't aware I was supposed to be somewhere.

[what is he late to, because he likely didn't want to go in the first place.]

[depicted]

[Dorian stutters in his shock.] To—to abandon responsibility, or steal, or manipulate? I couldn't—to yield to a sin for the sake of the soul is one thing but to deliberately fall to such an act as if it's—as if it is natural—! Why would you suggest such a thing to a perfect stranger? We haven't even exchanged cards!

[rappresaglia]

...I've been called such.

[he doesn't relax, she's got a knife drawn after all, but if she's not fleeing to call someone or automatically trying to kill him, then she's a bit better than most of the strangers he meets. drawing away from being pressed against the wall, his posture returns to being stiff and formal.]

[monstrous]

You're right, aren't you? [Toby shuffles his feet, ducking his head and scratching the back of his hair. He looks up at Dorian with a helpless smile] I apologize. I - I am not quite myself as of late. [He pats down his pockets] And I'm afraid I am all out of calling cards to boot. [he holds a hand out to Dorian] Maybe a handshake could suffice? Tobias Matthews.

[prehistory]

[ Methos resembles your average twenty-something grad student (on purpose), so if she can't place his age? Good. He prefers the harmless variety of camo. Right now he's sprawled in a chair, looking like a human-shaped cat. ]

Of course not. Rules and contracts take the fun out of everything.

[ Yes, that is indeed sarcasm. ]

Fish is a poor substitute for decent beer.

[bokator]

[ If it were anyone else she'd glare back, tilt her chin up, dare them to come right at her: she might be small but she's nowhere near weak. Him, though, he's too taut, his shoulders set instantly and prepare for an attack, something in his eyes makes her think of a caged animal. He doesn't flinch at her weapon but - he didn't expect her to do that, either. Something about that bugs her. If he can use a knife like that, why should she pose any threat to him? He's bigger and stronger. If anything, she should be the one worried. ]

[ She puts away her knife, and keeps smiling, just standing where she is. ]

That was pretty cool. [ Tilting her head curiously, ] Army?

[digophelia]

You and everyone else in the welcoming hall.

[ Anywhere else, Alice may have used her knife to retaliate. Not now, it would draw too much attention even if some wouldn't put it past her. If he doesn't do anything to her, neither will Alice, who finally relents before her stubbornness takes hold of her, sliding it back into place so that she can worry about later.

Maybe.

She maintains a heavy personal distance from everyone, there's never been an exception.]

So really, there's no need to lurk about.

[wipedclean]

[It's pretty simple. In his world, either you're a threat, a target, or irrelevant. At least, that's the way it was. But old, deeply ingrained and conditioned habits die hard.

His hand stays ready around his knife, but his shoulders lose a little bit of their tension as the attack continues to... not happen.

And she keeps smiling. It's strange.

Something in the back of his mind mutters show off, but it doesn't mean anything to him.]

No.

[...well. If that exhibit was trustworthy, he was at one point, but he doesn't think he can associate with that. Not yet. Who he is now is not what he was then.]

[lakeman]

What use would I have for court clothing? I'm only a bargeman. [ And formerly the captain of the Esgaroth archers, but that's over and done with now. No use crying over things that can't be changed, right? ]

Suppose I'm decent enough at minding children and hauling things about. Make enough to keep a roof over our heads, aye?

[lakeman]

[ His expression remains neutral, but it loses some of the edge when Bard decides to believe him. Faramir is the sort of person who comes across as very genuine, one of those men with a good heart. Just few and far between in Bard's experience. ]

It's a collection of buildings on a lake. Not much to look at, m'lord.

[cinnamoned]

[If he hasn't yet, if he is here, Snow is certain he'll find them soon enough. She's not too worried, or, she's trying not to be. Focusing on the fact she has Emma at least. Her own outfit perhaps fits in a little more than Emma's, and isn't quite so rustic as her bandit getup.]

When it's more private and we have more time. Yes.

[Once they retreat back to their rooms.]

Yes. I suppose so. I know such celebrations were rare back with the Ogre wars. So I can understand them taking advantage of this and....letting loose a bit.

[showmeyourwreath]

It's alright, I didn't grow up with this stuff at home, myself. I was introduced to it a lot later than some people.

[Okay, the tricky part, how does one explain the internet. Where is Tecna--Flora is the Fairy of Nature, this is like the other end of the spectrum.

Okay, but she does use it, and Tecna has talked about things, naturally, to let her just take a moment.]

The internet. It's this system that connects networked computers on an incredible scale. Global, at the very least. The tablet in your hand is a computer, though they come in all shapes.