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]

You mean . . . haggle? [Why would he haggle??? Ever????]

[prioritise]

If you want to put it that way. I only worry, perhaps, this clerk may have over-inflated the value.

[depicted]

You mean you think he cheated me?

[prioritise]

I wouldn't put it so bluntly. [yes]

[depicted]

Oh. [Well. That would be . . . annoying, probably.]

[prioritise]

I will talk to him. You wait here.

[time for the adults to talk, Dorian]

[depicted]

[Dorian is so flustered that he does exactly as she says. Also, no one argues with Mary when she's in Queen mode.]

[prioritise]

[damn straight]

[it's great coming to a place where prior rank still counts for something. so she can pull the queen card on this clerk, along with veiled threats about how terrible it would be if people were to suspect him of unethical practices, blah de blah. she returns to Dorian when she's finished]

Because of your unfamiliarity with this place, the clerk agreed to wave your debt.

[depicted]

[His eyes widen—joy slowly crosses his face.] Really? For you—he did that, really?

Thank you so much, Mary!

[prioritise]

He did it in the name of good business practice. [yes, he did it for her] It wouldn't have harmed you to work. There is nothing undignified about honest labor. You might even enjoy the satisfaction of earning something yourself.

[depicted]

[He actually gets a little indignant.] I have done work in my life, I have—I've toiled beneath a burning sun, just because some—

[His expression falls, and he draws back into himself.] It doesn't matter. I have attempted manual work. I did not enjoy it.

Besides, I'd ruin my hands and my skin.

[prioritise]

[indulgently and fondly] You do have very fine hands and skin.

You also have a sweetness that some might want to take advantage of.

[depicted]

[Dorian doesn't quite get that, although he does appreciate the flattery.] I . . . that isn't really a problem. I can take care of myself.

[prioritise]

Of course. That's why you mustn't let them, yes?

This place really is quite remarkable. I have never seen anything like it. Have you?

[depicted]

[He follows along to the second line of thought and shakes his head.] It is entirely new to me as well, only visible to me through paintings and poetry. It is enchanting.

[prioritise]

I can't quite say I've even seen this sort of thing in paintings. [as they pass one of the cafes, there is a television. She braces Dorian's arm a bit tighter and pulls him over towards the cafe and the television] Do you see that? Is it some sort of miniature theater? [she's not getting too close, but she does squint at it] How on earth would they shrink all of those people down?

[depicted]

[Oh my god that seems horrifying.] Do you think they would do that? [OH MY GODDDD]

[prioritise]

I - I don't know. There are faeries here...

[there's only a couple people in the cafe, and they are used to tourists by now, so they don't really pay much attention to the newcomers or their reactions. Mary lets go of Dorian's arm to step inside and stand right in front of the television.]

Hello? [a hand cautiously goes up to try to reach through, and she's startled as her fingers connect with glass] ...ooh!

[depicted]

[Woah. That sure is something.] What if it is a matter of the development of the photograph?

[prioritise]

I don't know what that means.

[depicted]

Oh, a photograph is—it is as if a painting were taking all at once, by a mechanical hand. They catch the light and it . . . imprints.

[...He thinks?]

[prioritise]

Is it dangerous?

[depicted]

Not at all, at least not in anything I have ever heard of. They take a painful amount of time to happen, but only that.

[prioritise]

Then they are not really there? It's just a moment captured in time... [she cautiously raises her hand again, tapping her fingers against the glass]

[depicted]

Or—or several moments, I suppose.