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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[depicted]

[He takes it and holds it up to himself. There are still smears of blood, so he wipes them away. But there is nothing. He tries again, falling to indignity by licking his palm to clear the skin. But there isn't anything at all.] That isn't possible. I was bleeding. I saw the blood. [He stares at her.] You saw the blood. I was bleeding.

[aheartoffire]

[She twists her hands together, heart pounding. Could he not know? How could he not know?]

You haven't... Have you been in an accident lately? Been sick?

[depicted]

No, no, I have been in the very image of health. [He doesn't understand the question at all and attempts] Is there some kind of disease that can do this?

[aheartoffire]

No - I mean, I don't think so. [She holds out her hand for the mirror, annoyed at her trembling fingers for giving her feelings away.] It's magic.

[depicted]

[Handing it back more on reflex than anything, Dorian shakes his head, smiling a little in amusement.] Magic? That does not exist, Miss. All folk superstition is only that which has not had its natural causes made obvious.

[aheartoffire]

I'll slap you again. [It's muttered under her breath. She tucks the mirror into her purse, digging through until she finds the little penny knife she always carries. She snaps it open, rests it against her palm, and bites her lip. She doesn't like doing this sort of thing.

A quick breath and a shallow cut and she flinches, watching the injury instead of Dorian. Blood starts to swell across her hand, and then the gash closes slowly, like a zipper being drawn across her skin.] Magic, bunny. Folk superstition is wisdom people like you would rather forget.

[That one she took straight from Thomas's litany of wisdoms.]

[depicted]

[He is obviously not listening, or rather, his incredulity overcomes him.] How—how did you do that? What kind of trick was that?

[BECAUSE YOU KNOW IT ISN'T LIKE HE JUST DID THAT HIMSELF

it's a lot to take in, don't judge]