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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Rose Lalonde || Homestuck || Unseelie.

[enyrjjies]

Your name is ROSE.

You have a variety of INTERESTS, though they have been difficult to pursue to their fullest extent on a REMOTE METEOR CASCADING THROUGH SPACE. You enjoy creative writing and the SOMEWHAT DUBIOUS plot devices it often employs, the most recent of which appears to be a dramatic genre shift into high fantasy.

Holy shit.

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a.) [ LYRICS TO POMPEII SOFTLY IN THE DISTANCE ]: Drabkeeper’s Castle.

Smoking ruins aren’t new to Rose, but she’s getting a bit tired of the aesthetic.

Whatever came through here wasn’t recent, but it was big enough to leave a mark. Rose touches down lightly, the tips of her soles hovering just above the blasted ground. She kicks idly at a rock, watching it skitter down into the bowl of the crater.

“Hm.”

Hm in-fucking-deed. Experimentally, she reaches down for a larger pebble, hefts it, and then wings it wildly into the distance —

— Ow! What the hell just hit you?

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b.) INVESTIGATING THE NATIVE FAUNA: Locket.

As instantaneous, surprise trans-teleportations go, this is rapturous delight. Ineffable delicacy in the otherwise amorphous stratum of my life’s present chronology. A glass of sweet ambrosia from the fountain of metaphor.

I am left with one question: Do unicorns usually eat deer?

a is for aaaaugh.

[tendencytobite]

[Nice throw! Sadly, the recipient doesn't seem to have appreciated it as richly as it should have been. He whirls around, visibly bristling, teeth bared.]

Hey! Who thinks they're funny? Huh? HUH, punk?

Re: a is for aaaaugh.

[enyrjjies]

[ Rose slowly lifts her hands up and shrugs, exaggeratedly. SHE HAS JUST NO CLUE. ]

He threw one at me, too. [ She leans down, peering to get a better look. She might not otherwise lie to an adorable little mammal in a suit, but acquiring rabies two minutes after arrival isn't an appealing prospect. ] The knave.

Re: a is for aaaaugh.

[tendencytobite]

[Rocket is a densely intelligent, complex organism, with incredible mental processors. It's just that all of that is true when it comes to cosmomechanics, not other people. Something about how a rodent brain picks up human emotion-- he's aware of it, and he knows, intellectually, how it works, but something deep, deep within his heart just stone cold does not give a shit.]

[So he frowns, or does the procyonide equivalent.] Then you should be more frickin' careful. This place is full'a thugs. Won't always have somebody watching your back. [Because, uh, that's what he was doing.]