agentleooc | test drive 01

'Cause I have these new fears I carry with me
So you can feel stronger, you can know peace

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GOOD MORNING, DRAEGA
The psychic summons comes with the first light of dawn, waking you from a dream of home. It takes you a minute to remember where you are (a warm, comfortable room in Queen Fayura's residence) and then a moment longer to parse the words.

*Your presence is requested in the training field behind the Queen's Residence. You have ten minutes to get your ass out of bed on your own, or ten minutes to decide you want to be up to your neck in ice-cold mountain water. Your choice.* Gray power flavors the voice. Ah, you recognize that psychic touch. Allairavar, the Master of the Guard.

You remember, too, that he warned the household at last night's supper: if you live in the Queen's Residence, you practice with the Queen's court. You…

i. Drag yourself out of bed with an aching groan, dress with the bleary-eyed confusion of one too suddenly forced awake, and amble onto the training field to avoid the promise of a much more shocking wake up call. Or maybe you make your way quickly with a skip in your step and a twinkle in your eye. You haven't realized yet that Allairavar does not like morning people. Even so, you don't want to get dunked in ice water in the middle of winter.

ii. Roll over and go back to sleep. The Master of the Guard isn't really going to carry through with his threat. In your defense, he doesn't. But one of the First Circle does. You're not sure how you got from your room to a large barrel full of water that could freeze open flame, but here you are, soaked and shivering and very much awake.

Regardless of how you get to the training field, Allairavar pairs you with another Stranger and puts you through your paces. It's barely above freezing, but you're going to need a shower when you're done.

BUILD BETTER BOMBS
There are three rows of four tables set up in the Tinker Guild Hall's auditorium, all heavy laden with materials. Bits of wires, buttons both small and large, ticking clocks. A tank full of goldfish. Sand, canisters of gasses, a strange viscous liquid in a bowl of lead.

"Handle that with gloves," Master Tinker Mari warns you with a wink and a grin. "The bowl, I mean. Don't handle the liquid or you'll lose your hand." She waves her hands at you.

This is supposed to be a crash course in bomb making, and in a way it is. Master Tinker Mari crashes into person after person, pushing them into pairs. She shoves someone up to you. "Blow my mind!" she whispers dramatically, and then she vaults the table, making something in a vial smoke, bubble, and pop.

Around the edge of the auditorium are four chalkboards, each with several diagrams on them. Presumably, these are schematics for you to follow. Smoke bombs, flour bombs. Fireworks and sparklers. Water bombs—maybe she means water balloons? One schematic requires a hamster wheel.

You might as well give it a go.

Note: Master Tinker Mari won't let anyone blow themselves up (or blow up the building). In the event Strangers make something truly dangerous and not just inconvenient, she will hurry over with a much more serious demeanor and disarm the bomb they've created with a suggestion that they take her advanced course.

CHARITY IS AS CHARITY DOES
You were sent here to help, so help you have: by letting the Ebon Council auction off three hours of your time and the power in your Jewels to help with local troubles. Maybe someone's cold box has lost its cooling spell—that's basic Craft and you can help with that—or maybe someone needs you to fetch their cat down from a tree. Whatever it is, you're here to take care of it.

The stage you stand on creaks beneath your feet as a polite older witch bids on you and your partner (the Ebon Council would never let you work alone, no, the landens are too dangerous for you to be out on your own!) with three jars of pear preserves. No money exchanges hands here, just items like non-perishable foods and handmade clothing or blankets.

You'll help the little old witch who needs some rocks moved from the fields just outside Draega's walls, but it occurs to you that only the Blood were at this auction, and only they will reap the rewards. That's hardly charity… but that's also not your problem, is it? Maybe it is. You could always ask that landen couple hovering just to the side of the stage what they need (their roof is leaking, and the man's right hand is crippled, twisted into a rigid claw). Or maybe you won't. They don't have anything to offer, and everything has a price, even your time.

HIT AND RUN
Chill winter air doesn't keep anyone inside in Draega. Stalls line the streets of the Old Town Bazaar, and vendors hawk their curious wares. Blood and landen mingle here, each a little wary of the other but with the affect of those who have accepted they must live alongside their enemy. Expressions are shuttered, but marks are marks no matter who hands them over. No shopkeeper denies a customer just because the money comes from someone they don't like, not in times like these.

As you make your way through the Bazaar, perhaps in search of something or someone or a place to eat (the scent of meat pies is thick in the air), you hear a shout and a cry of pain. People peel back as one, revealing a group of young landen men carrying clubs and wearing cruel sneers. At their feet, a young boy sprawls across a puppy in the muddy slush that covers the road.

You catch the flavor of his psychic scent: he's half-Blood, one of those pitiable creatures accepted by neither the Blood or the landens.

"Y-you can't hurt him!" the little boy cries, curling around the puppy. "P-Prince Verim will stop you!"

The young men laugh. "Prince Verim isn't here," one spits, raising his club.

You could step back. After all, this isn't your problem. You could just alert the First Circle and call it done; they patrol the area, one of those males will surely be here soon. Or you could step in. Everything has a price, and the price of attacking a helpless child and a puppy is a tussle with you.

WALKIE-TALKIE
Catch up with a new acquaintance you met at the Queen's Residence or simply pause to listen to the news playing in a store you're passing through. Far-casters come in all shapes and sizes, from the held-held device that's a bit clunky to the radios that stand at a man's height in some restaurants. If you're spinning the dial and listening to some radio programs, you'll hear…

etiquette with evandra and aren.
[A woman's voice leads. It's a little bit rough and a little bit husky, the kind of voice that gives bad ideas to young men and headaches to fathers.] …just as well. Since you don't want to die for offending a Warlord Prince's lady, what do you do, Lord Aren?

[A man's voice, chipper and bright. He sounds more like an eager boy than the full-grown man he is.] Apologize immediately to her, but meet his gaze so he knows the apology is for him as well. Remember, dear listeners: a Warlord Prince's lady may be all that stands between you and a violent end. Make sure she likes you!

[The woman laughs.] Or at least doesn't think killing you is worth the trouble. If we all learn a little more about each other, we can learn to live together. As always, I'm Evandra.

[With great gusto, Lord Aren says:] I'm Aren, and you've been listening to…

[Together:] Etiquette with Evandra and Aren! [Jaunty outro music plays, a complete tonal dissonance with the fact that the two were just educating landens on how to avoid murder.]

the weather
[A soft-spoken man's voice rumbles out of the Far-caster. He's pleasant to listen to, with a soothing cadence to his voice.] …rain tomorrow with overcast skies through the morning and afternoon. Landen weather devices indicate a decrease in sky-pressure, so those of you who suffer from migraines may want to talk to your Healers or Medicos now.

There's possibility of snow later in the week from the northwest. Questions about snow removal? Reach out to your local Transport Guild rep or your Ebon Council chairperson.

the news
…Blood family of four found murdered in their homes. The Queen's Court assures Draega that no payment for the murders is being asked for at this time. [The man speaks at a brisk pace, hurried and harried as though he has too much to say and not enough time to say it.]

That's right, Garret. [Another man, nasally in tone. He doesn't sound rushed so much as put upon.] Preliminary investigations do indicate the Hunter Guild may be responsible for the deaths.

[Garret:] Indeed they do, Wilt. Evidence at the scene supports the use of Breakers on the family. Turning now from the grisly murder to the surprising way the Queen's Winsol gift to the city is being used to benefit both Blood and landens.

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Good Morning Draega

[Moving out of the Queen's residence as quickly as possible has just shot its way up Alice's to do list. Waking people up at an unreasonable time for an unreasonable exercise in completely unreasonable weather is.... well, unreasonable. She's a guest here, so she'll follow the rules but that does not mean she has to be happy about it. Couldn't they just help with cleaning or cooking? She gives Allairavar a glare that's even colder than the morning air before turning to her partner with an apologetic look.]

I'll do my best but I should warn you that I really don't know what I'm doing.

Build Better Bombs

Is this a joke?

[Alice is muttering that to herself while she looks at the diagram involving the hamster wheel. Because what the heck? Actually, now that she has a chance to look around the room, a lot of the stuff here is really weird. Pointing out the fish tank she turns to her partner.]

I'm probably going to regret asking this, but what exactly are the fish for?

Hit and Run

[Alice sighs. There are bullies like this everywhere it seems. And no. This isn't her problem. And it's definitely the sort of thing that could get out of hand very quickly. And well intentioned meddlers often wind up getting hurt or worse in this kind of situation. She should just walk away. Let Prince Verim do his damn job. But...

But she's already walking over there. Already moving purposefully between the boy and his tormentors. She addresses the ringleader with a glare.]

You should be ashamed! Ganging up on a child is disgusting. People like you are the worst.

[They're probably about to kick her ass. And she knows it. She just hopes that kid has the sense to make a run for it while they're distracted.]

Maybe she just likes fish...?

[ --asked without him so much as looking up from his work (which, by the way, is definitely not that of someone... inexperienced). ]

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Maybe.....

[Alice is doubtful. And if that's the case, she definitely should not keep her fish in a room where inexperienced people build bombs.

....Or experienced people, as it turns out. She's watching her partner now with curious interest.]

Have you.... done this before?

[ He finally glances up, hands carefully stopping. ]

Something like that.

[ "Something like that" . . .

Though, it isn't entirely a lie? He's used to making things that are for a cognitive world. Which actually might be why he's not doing this exactly right, just yet.

Whoops. ]

[Not that she can tell. For all she knows he's spot on.]

That's more than I can say. I've never even considered making something like this before.

[She glances back over her shoulder at Master Tinker Mari.]

What do you think they need bombs for anyway?

[Alice isn't bothering to keep the suspicion out of her tone. She's cynical by nature and can't imagine too many good uses for bombs.]

[ He's lifting his eyebrows as he glances upwards at the question, considering . . .

>Persuasive tactics?
>Reconstruction project?
>Bombs are fun?

While glancing back at her, he's responding with a perfectly straight face: ]

Bombs are fun?

Fun.

[That word was repeated back very flatly. But then she continues in a light conversational tone.]

Hmmm.... So, on a scale of 'one' to 'inform the authorities,' how concerned should I be about your hobbies?

[Because she really can't tell if he's joking and she actually knows people who think bombs are fun.]

[ There's a soft blink... and then his lips are twitching for a brief moment. He's suddenly breaking out into a short-lived spell of laughter, not even bothering to put a hand against his mouth to stop it.

Okay, you know what? He already likes and appreciates Alice. ]

Currently? A one.

[She can't help but smile at that.]

Currently, huh? I'll keep that in mind, but let's not try to climb that scale too quickly.

[ There's a smile lingering for a moment. ]

Noted. [ a short pause before his expression shifts to something more serious ] Though, every law I've ever broken was in an effort to save society.

[ More or less, anyway. ]

Riiiight.

[Lawbreaking too. Great. Now she gives him a raised eyebrow.]

And we're already up to a three. What did I just say about climbing that scale too quickly?

[She doesn't feel like he's a bad guy, but there's definitely something about him that pings as dangerous.]

test drive 01

Alice Liddell | Alice in the Country of Hearts

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