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!

Comments

[depicted]

[Tobias Matthews is a siren's song, and Dorian takes one step towards him. It is as if his soul calls out to Toby to answer the pain it feels. But his voice still trembles, and fear still has its say.] I don't know if—I don't know what you should do. [His voice becomes small.] I don't know what I should do.

[depicted]

[He takes it, very uncertain of so many things right now, but still, he takes it back.] What do you mean by the 'hard stuff'?

[aheartoffire]

[Blink.] Jeepers Creepers, bunny. Alcohol?

[depicted]

What of it? [alcohol. sure is delicious. Americans drink too.]

[monstrous]

I think you're right to be afraid.

Call me Toby again. It means we're friends. And friends don't usually devour friends, do they? [he laughs, nervous, but his eyes keep trailing to Dorian's cravat, and he wonders how long it would take to remove it, and he wonders how someone's pulse can sound so melodic and welcoming.]

[depicted]

[The response to the movement of Toby's eyes is instinct. He obeys Toby, because he doesn't know what will happen if he doesn't. But his voice cannot help but break.] Toby. You mustn't do this. We are friends.

[boutant]

At least they'll have a very hard time taking your Shard, I guess?

[aheartoffire]

What... [She's caught between laughing incredulously and genuine confusion. He cannot possibly this sheltered. SURELY HE KNOWS WHAT'S GOING ON IN AMERICA BECAUSE AMERICA.] It's illegal. No ossifaction for us-ski?

[depicted]

[um] That can't possibly be true. No one has said anything about it.

[monstrous]

You're right, Dorian. You are right. Just sometimes I lose myself I think. [he reaches out and puts a hand on Dorian's cheek, gentle, like petting a cat] It's alright now though, Dorian. You don't need to be frightened anymore.

[withbite]

They might have a hard time with me ripping their head off as well. Not like I plan to make it a cakewalk for them. Unless they can find a way to remove it that doesn't involve ripping my chest open. Been there, done that.

[aheartoffire]

1920 to this very dreary day. [A thoughtful pause.] I wonder if I could take some magical hooch back with me.

[depicted]

It—it will be all right, Toby. [Dorian still speaks quietly, afraid of disturbing this with the wrong word. But although the tremble stays in his voice, every instinct calls for him to relax into that touch. To trust the sensation. To embrace it.] We'll find someone to help you.

[depicted]

[A pause. And then he laughs in understanding.] Oh, now I understand! You're from the future. You see, I'm from 1881.

[aheartoffire]

[There a pause, before she whistles, grins, and takes his wrists in her hands because one of his hands is full of tablet.] Horsefeathers! Is that why you're wearing those clothes?

[depicted]

[AMERICANS ARE SO TOUCHY. HE HAD NO IDEA. THE ONES THEY INVITE TO CRUSHES ARE NOT THIS TOUCHY.] Yes, it is. [he is tense but can't tell her to unhand him because dummy]

[aheartoffire]

[She sees the tenseness, though. Her smile softens into something understanding and apologetic, and she steps back, holding both hands up to say she won't grab him again.] Sorry, bunny. I got excited. But your clothes are pretty terrible from where I'm standing.

[And they remind her of Thomas, in a way, which makes her feel the first twinge of homesickness. Ridiculous. There is no reason to be homesick here. She forces the smile back onto her face.] We could get you something new, if you wanted.

[monstrous]

I - I can't tell anyone! And neither can you. I shouldn't have even told you. They'll burn me, or kill me, or leave me out to fry in the sun.

[he releases Dorian, and begins pacing]

I'm hungry, Dorian. And I keep getting hungrier. I just - I wish I had something to tide me over, just a snack. Because if I wait, Dorian, if I wait, I might not be able to stop myself. If I just had - if I just had a small bite to eat, that person could survive, and I would be alright, and my secret would be safe, and no one would even have to get hurt.

[he stops pacing, raking a hand through his hair as he looks at Dorian, desperate again. He gives Dorian a shaky smile] We're friends, yeah? You and me?

[depicted]

[A pause.] I like my clothes. [It isn't the stubborn, churlish refusal he might make in older years. It is more of a comment that fails to resist the offer before him.

Easily influenced. Even by an American black woman.]

[depicted]

[He is watching a rabid lion, and there is nowhere he can run to. Dorian's heart starts to ratchet up the beat, even as he answers,] Yes, Toby. We're friends. Just as you said. [Dorian almost sounds as if he is going to cry.]

[aheartoffire]

You could wear clothes from a magical world with the keenest toys I've ever seen, and you want to stick to those glad rags? [She gestures toward the interior.] I'll get something too. At least try them on!

[monstrous]

Dorian, Dorian, no, don't be sad. I won't - I won't do anything you don't want. Ivar, when he saved me, when he made me like this, he asked first. We were friends, too.

[a beat and then a thought] I could make you like me. You could live forever, Dorian, never age or die. And everything, all your senses and the world around you, it's all that much more vibrant, too. I can hear your heart beating. I can smell you. I can see you in so many more shades and colours than you could imagine.

[boutant]

I think you just have to die in general -- or get so close that it tricks the shard into coming out. Something like that. Not pleasant either way.

[depicted]

[it stops the threat of tears. Every fear, every apprehension, every thought of death, it all stops and crystalizes around one idea.]

. . . I could never become old and ugly?

[depicted]

[Okay, he can't just accept that.] They aren't rags! They are very fine clothing, quality fabric and well-made.