TDM The First

[lethevale_mods]

You probably know how this works, but just in case, here's the idea:

1. You put the name of the character you're testing out in the subject line
2. You write a starter (or several!) in the comment, with the Lethevale AU of your character.
3. People respond with their characters. Threads occur. Friendships are made. The world is put to rights.
4. None of the threads in the Test Drive are game-canon.

Here are some prompts to start you off!

1. Seeking Shelter

You were riding along the mountain road when your horse, terrified by some dark shadow you couldn't see clearly, screamed and bolted, throwing you. Now you're caught in the middle of nowhere, in Lethe Wood, and the rain is getting heavier by the minute.

But what's that? A light? A house? Perhaps if you knock, they'll give you a bed for the night. It'll all look better in the morning...

 

 

2. The Beast! The Terrible Beast!

You took all the precautions. You carried a lantern, kept to the safer streets. Or maybe you didn't. Either way, you were attacked by something as big as a horse, with gleaming white teeth and a hideous howl.

When you run into another person, will you warn them? Will you ask them for a hiding place, or stand and fight? If all else fails, maybe you can use them as live bait...

 

3. Eat, Drink, and Be Merry

Lethevale isn't all monsters and storms. Mostly, but not all. Tonight, there's a party in the Black Swan - dancing, music, and of course, an open bar. Take the chance to get to know your neighbours, why don't you?

4. Pay No Attention To The Passage Behind The Curtain

The two of you were just wandering around Lethe Hall, when you leant on a candlestick, and... what's this? The bookshelf's opened? There's a hole in the wall now, and a spiral staircase leading down into the dark. You know, it's probably best to just leave well enough alone - but you have to admit, it's curious...

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V

[splitinvain]

3 - Eat, drink, and merry still -
It was suffice to say that Vere - as he calls himself these days - was not much of a social person. Certainly he shows up and mingles, but a close observer would notice that the mingling was only long enough to greet people before he drifts to some where he could just observe the rest of the room. Tonight was no exception. V appeared, greeted a few people and then took his drink and himself over to the fireplace, where he settles to watch the rest of the room.

He however was not silent in his observations; if anyone drifts closer to him they would no doubt hear some of his comments - What are they thinking, wearing those pearls with that collar? and Oh dear lord, and I thought I was so oblivious towards a lady's flirtations and other such lines. If anyone drifts closer, well they will be treated to a few lines -

"The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest, though I wonder when the wine here was new."


4 - Passages -
It was inevitable that a passage would appear. Any old building in this deary land, especially ones made by a family as unique as this one would have hidden doorways and mysterious halls. Vere barely jumped as the wall moved soundlessly open next to him, giving the darkness beyond a critical look before snorting in wry amusement.

"'A vague and starry magic; Makes all things mysteries'... Shall we explore or should we forget what we've found?'

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[her_rose_is_red]

Ib occasionally finds herself at one of these gatherings, usually with her uncle Jack or Marie. But they always wind up going off to do grown-up things and leaving her to her own devices. Which usually leads to her drifting around the room aimlessly until something catches her attention or it's time to go.

"You could ask. The innkeeper probably knows how old the wine is."

She isn't even sure if that comment on the wine was directed at her, but she may as well answer. You never know when a person might be fun to talk to.

[splitinvain]

"Mm, but would he tell me the truth? I wonder... but I doubt it would make it taste any better."

Well no, Vere was not a wine snob, not at all, he just was certain that the wine was edging closer to vinegar due to age and that was certainly unforgivable. Or maybe it was his own taste that was at fault. He had been living roughly in the past and while his condition now has improved, he still sometimes carelessly spoke and acted like the ruffian he had been during his travels. He had to remind himself that matters were different and to behave, so with a slight smile he turned his attention to the young lady that spoke and realized that she was a lot younger than he had thought.

"That is, if he does not think my questioning his wares as rude. But enough of that, have you come to share tales? The fire is warm and I find myself bored of the usual conversations."

[her_rose_is_red]

"I don't think he'd lie."

Ib offers that response with a small shrug. She's only spoken to the innkeeper a couple of times, but he seems nice enough. And why would it be rude to ask how old something is? Either way though, Ib knows next to nothing about wine and doesn't much care. She is interested in his invitation to talk though, and moves to sit down nearby.

"I'm bored too. Parties like this aren't much fun."

That little confession is offered with a small smile.

"My name is Ib. What's yours?"

[splitinvain]

"You might be right, but I am disincline to start arguments over wine."

He laughs at her saying that the party was boring, glancing at the people who were circling around each other, testing out boundaries and alliances. Being friendly and gaining companions in this place might be useful, but Vere found little pleasure in doing so. It always felt like he was pretending and others knew it, and it wasn't worth anything in the end.

"I doubt they will let us doing anything to liven it up unfortunately, so let us just stay here until the end."

Reaching over to his cane, he used it to push himself upright just enough for a polite little bow towards her. "Well meet, Miss Ib. I'm Vere Redgrave, an amateur scholar and writer of sensational fictions."

[her_rose_is_red]

Ib nods, wondering what 'disinclined' means. But either way, she doesn't care much about the wine. His next statement has more potential to be interesting anyway.

"How would you liven up the party? If they let you, I mean."

The bow takes her by surprise, and Ib hops back to her feet hurriedly so that she can curtsy. She'd gotten used to dealing mostly with the circus, and has forgotten some of the upper class manners her mother instilled in her.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Redgrave."