TEST DRIVE #6

[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

[illuminating]

a froglaphant! i dont know that ive ever seen one before please tell me more about them

[falconkick]

[ sam plants both hands firmly on steve's shoulders, giving them a rough squeeze he hopes steve can feel beneath all that ridiculous bulk. ]

One of these days, we're gonna teach you that you don't actually gotta carry the weight of the world on your shoulders.

[ he gives another squeeze, looking steve directly in the eyes as if to say see? see where my hands are? plenty of empty space for someone else to reach him, like a friend or an entire gaggle of children. the world sees steve rogers as that brick wall between them and all the bad stuff out there, but sam wants him to remember the man beneath the suit. the one that ain't alone anymore. ]

'til then, though, let some of us help hold a little of it with you. Got a pair of capable hands right here, see? Perfectly hand shaped, good for holding things.

[ he lets steve go with a smile and a playful wag of his fingers, then tucks them back at his sides. ]

One thing at a time. And first on the list: you should tell me what I can eat on this damn table that won't kill me, 'cause I'm starving.

[ eating first, normal every day human things that a man's gotta tackle before trying to win a war and rescue his long lost best fried all at the same time. ]

[louder]

Well, it wasn't the voice she'd been expecting. It wasn't even the voice she'd prioritized. But it was a familiar voice, and it was a voice she welcomed, and warmly, even... in spite of the sometimes sarcastic, borderline verbally abusive relationship they shared, Ronan was her friend. Her head lifted as he spoke, met with jokes at her expense, but all she could do was smile and shake her head just slightly. That smile didn't last long, however.

"I don't know," she said plainly. "I haven't seen them. Or heard anything from them. I think I would probably feel Noah, if he were anywhere close. But..." Blue trailed off, and she pushed to her feet. She gave him a concerned look. Fraying at the edges, just like she was, but in a more dangerous way.

Ronan Lynch was always 'in a more dangerous way'.

"It's possible they're here. Just not near us."

[illuminating]

[Could she, she'd tell him that after she was helped with clothes she traveled a little north with a friend before suddenly her paws were on North Ryoshima Coast. Just like that. As if she had never left at all. The troublesome thing is that, up until the fairy arriving, she hadn't been able to recall faces. Only recently had he become familiar again.

Still, inability to convey these thoughts properly or not, she murred solemnly at him. Maybe sometime she'd get a chance to show him her newly acquired brushstroke technique. Technically speaking, she now had all of them, if you don't count the ones robbed from her when she arrived here. Sighing out of her nose, she angled her visage toward Athame, then settled her gaze on him pointedly. Of course, she was wondering about her, too. What had he been up to since she left?]

[illuminating]

[The while, her tail never quits and he keeps her undivided attention. Once his hand extends for her, even before he's finished speaking, she's partly off the ground, bouncing upwards to bump her furry head under his fingers not unlike a cat. Hopefully, he follows through with this not-quite spoken promise, because she's a glutton for this sort of thing.]

[selfimage]

There's a limited script, all you'd have to do is act the same way you do in every movie.

[ says the guy in the horns. when he brings the mug to his lips, Jason's already filling his own glass and Loki's watching with mild interest.

then he leans in at a bit of a hush. ]

Then we claim ignorance by intoxication.

[ there's a flicker of dubiousness on his expression, but he doesn't make any move to protest. instead he just looks amused, intrigued? somewhere inbetween the two. ]

How quick are you at memorizing saucy ballads?

[illuminating]

[She sighs much, canting into the stroking touch, slipping to lie on the earth beside her with the draining of any present tension—something she rarely notices or pays any mind to, until she is being pet. She groans and pants and paws the air a little, her tail thumping on the grass and dirt.

Soon, she's rolling from side onto her back, her ankles hooked above her. She sneezes lightly, glancing in this upside down position Kiga's way, and is partially considering teasing him. He seems the kind that's easily riled so far, and that can be fun, but oh, is she enjoying the attention too much to part from it.

Besides, maybe if she's well behaved Pod will share about herself—her home, her being here, her story. Things this wolf is interested in from everyone, but has so much trouble drawing out.]

[bindsthedead]

Ah. The Dead are unfortunately common in the Old Kingdom- [Unfortunately, a prince decided to become an undead abomination and ruined EVERYTHING.] but they have cannot move far past its southern border. Most people in southern Ancelstierre don't even believe they exist.

[digophelia]

[ No, please don't lean on her, she'll lean out of the way. Alice barely comes up to her shoulder, as it is. Beer? Then it had to be like mead -- something Saber had, she's sure. It was also a more favored drink amongst the working class in London, she remembered. ]

I don't really like wine.

[ She was about to say she didn't like beer, either. The only problem is that she never tried it. ]

I usually come a plate and leave during the feasts. It's too crowded.

[fiercefairyheart]

A few perhaps. Is there someone in particular that you are hoping to find? [Or avoid. Alessandro Simonelli may be a smug, self-serving (literal) bastard, but he's not dumb. If someone chooses to ask strangers about his own people rather than actively seek them out himself...]

[makestrouble]

[Too crowded? Well, she does know of some people who would probably agree. For just a second, this woman reminds Helen of those people, and she can't help snickering in response. Crowded places don't bother Helen too much, unless those places are swarmed with morons. She can handle morons too, but they grate on her nerves so much, especially when they start bitching about scary half-yoma women.]

It is pretty crowded, huh? I can't really blame you. Especially when some morons get so loud and obnoxious. [Says Helen. The most loud and obnoxious person ever.]

[digophelia]

You don't say.

[ Said with the most dry, sarcastic tone. The Unseelie court was always boisterous -- there were plenty of strange beings here, ranging from orcs to vampires. Now that she thinks about it, Alice is trying to count how many of her friends would be defined as "normal".

Possibly about half of them. ]

The feasts are always like this, one way or the other. Especially with liquor in their system.

[ She should quit while she's ahead. ]

[makestrouble]

[To her, that actually sounds kind of fun. However, imagining Clare or Tabitha in this kind of environment is enough to make her laugh out aloud. So much stoic, in a place full of rowdy bastards. It's funny, okay? God, maybe she really has had too much too drink.]

Well, if anyone bothers you, just let me at them, alright? I'll kick their asses. I'm good at that. [She proclaims loudly, her eyes falling on two particularly rowdy patrons - a male and a female, yelling happily at each other over god knows what. Their words are so slurred, that Helen has no clue what they're trying to say.]

[digophelia]

I am on good terms with this court -- this place has become a home to me.

[ She likes it here, despite her misgivings for the Unseelie monarchs and the monarchs, period. But she has great friends here and she would do anything for them. ]

I'm small, but I can fend for myself, thank you.

[stillhope]

[Echoes of conversations with her mother flow through her mind, how much she'd missed him in her time here. His words pull her out of her thoughts, eyes drifting up to look at him.]

Lord Thranduil has formed a mountainhome - away from the courts. [A mountainhome which both Aragorn and her mother had seen fit to arrange rooms for her in.]

There are native elven clans here, clans that have been devastated by the war. [One of which she'd agreed to go meet with, though now with her father here maybe she shouldn't.] They are in need of aid and shelter, refuge away from the fighting.

[A beat.] I am sorry you've been pulled into this. Nana and many of the others are here. [While she is grateful for the opportunity to see her mother again, this was not how she had imagined it.]

[belegurth]

I still expect you to come after them, you and your sons will be lost in fire and darkness. [Melkor taunted in the face of Fëanor's wild laughter. He is trying to regain the upper hand but the other's words really unsettle him more than he would care to admit.]

They are not lost, only to you. I will hold them, basking in their light for the ages to come.

[anarchos]

[There's a small part of Bellamy that still yells out no at the 'we.' The part that wants to protect his sister so desperately from everything he can. But he's learned a better balance of protection versus support, and he'd rather have his sister's back than her ire. He nods at her, promising that he's not going to leave her behind here.]

[Then he snorts.] They've gotta have something to write with. If they've got the technology for these lockets - [he makes a vague gesture, to where he's got his tucked under his shirt] - they've gotta have writing utensils.

[A beat.] And the longer we watch people eat, the more we can see just how healthy the food is. [Or isn't.]

[anarchos]

[He sits down next to her, though he's not so immediate in his eating endeavors. Bellamy takes the pork plate, dumping some on his own, but he's a lot slower in choosing what else he wants. His stomach grumbling is almost enough to make him dive in recklessly, but first he cases out the rest of the table -]

[Before turning back to Raven.] I want to find out if anyone else is here. [Back home, most of his people are still stuck in Mount Weather. From what he learned via Clarke, giant fancy feasts are par for the course in the safe little killzone of the mountain, so it sets him a little on edge. At least imps and fairies don't seem the type to come after his blood, in the literal medicinal sense.]

But I want to get a better layout of where we are first. Just because there's a feast doesn't mean everyone's attending. [It's what Clarke might do too, he thinks, at last taking a small bite of the pork. He almost closes his eyes with how good it tastes - he can't even remember if he had something that edible and appetizing on the Ark.]

[His voice drops a bit:] The sooner we figure out what we're here with, exactly, the sooner we can find a way out.

[Bellamy's not sure the Earth is the best place to return to - but he's not going to stay stuck here without everyone else. He's argued with the Ark survivors enough about rescuing his people - he's not going to give up now.]

[Besides, he wants to know who thinks they can just drag him here and use him. He's done with being used.]

[makestrouble]

Are you sure? You seem pretty scrawny. And short. [Not that short people can't kick ass, but Helen likes to be an ass about things like that, anyway. It's pretty fun. She takes a sip of her beer, before smirking behind the glass, silver eyes twinkling with amusement. This one is a bit of a smart ass. Helen can respect that.]

You should probably consider eating more.

my excitement is great

[deadrising]

[ This is not exactly a conversation that she planned on having. So any carefully crafted phrases about her death are completely out of the window. Instead, she considers how to break the news to her elder sister gently -- or at least, to stop her sister from marching straight out of the castle and rampaging across the countryside until she could find someone to blame for the mess. Which seemed likely.

No, there's no good way to say this delicately. ]

I died, when Quel'thalas was attacked by the Scourge. Several years after you...went missing.

reaches for your icons

[deadrising]

If they had asked, do you think that half of this number would have come to assist in their endeavor?

[ She notes the open mouth and falls silent, waiting to see what her sister is going to say to span what feels like an insurmountable gap. ]

[deadrising]

[ WOW THAT SOUNDS AWFULLY FAMILIAR your world and hers share a lot in common, not that she would ever willingly tell the full story of Arthas and his reign of destruction without some measure of making her own triumphs seem greater than his failure. ]

What a ridiculous notion. I can move wherever I please.

Lagertha ► Vikings ► Seelie

[ex_halberd259]

I ► Feast: ( This spread is far greater than Haraldson could ever boast in his hall. She is the daughter of farmers, and until lately, a farmer herself. What does this translate into: Lagertha, taking first only a minute amount of food onto her plate...

And then adding to it, taking chicken legs, some beef, and all manner of other meat onto her plate. There aren't many greens to be seen among the small pile of various cuts on her plate. It is a carnivore's dream. The entire affair is punctuated, almost as an after-thought with a large slice of some sort of bread.

She has taken two goblets for herself: one of wine and another of ale. This is a lady with a tremendous appetite! And why not? When one works hard, they should get to play hard every now and again. )

II ► Brethil: ( Just in her line of sight is the boar she has been tracking for the past day and a half. These are inadvisable, generally speaking, to hunt on one's own. The risk of being gored and killed out-right is high. Still, she has her spear, her sword, and a good view of her prey.

Here in the wilderness, she feels more at home, though not necessarily at ease. It is as though she is being watched while she is watching the boar. Her hands grasp the hilt of her spear more tightly, until she can feel each grain of wood dig into the skin of her palm and prepares to strike—

Only for the sound of a snapping twig on the other side of the meadow to spook her quarry, which scrambles off with a squeal. The fact that it has fled, rather than charged, leaves her incredibly unsettled. And instead of recklessly running off in pursuit, she drops herself into a defensive stance, pulling her shield over from where it has been tied at her back. Just in case a battle has dropped itself in her lap. )

III ► Locket: This will fetch a very fine price, indeed.

( Hello and welcome to the sight of a very striking and close-up view of a Viking's left eye. Currently, Lagertha holds her locket suspended before her gaze, while she inspects the quality of the metalwork. This of course means that it dangles, causing the view to spin about, panning across the bridge of her nose and to her other eye.

Not the most flattering view in the world. But she doesn't look like she could give two shits about that. )

[babbylon]

[Gilgamesh still looks less than pleased, but the murderous edge lifts when the man's face comes into view. It helps that that he assumes a prostrate position, too, and otherwise presents no threat, mild-mannered and softspoken.

For that, he can have a name, and a chance at redemption.]

Gilgamesh. [Verifying:] Is this a kinsman who presents himself to me?

I just started watching this show and it is FANTASTIC also feastbros

[babbylon]

[She's beautiful.

Gilgamesh notes that she's beautiful, but not in the same way as his favored King of Knights—all ruggedness and sharpness of form, instead of subtler elegance and refinement. No, there's nothing gracious or subtle about her, he would guess, taking as much food as she pleases and glossing over anything too green and too chewy. She takes ample portions of drink and food alike, and Gilgamesh admires this, admires that she indulges without a seeming care in the world for what others might think.

For much the same reasons, he slides into the seat beside her and smiles, offering up his own goblet for a toast. He has donned his golden armor for this hour, to reflect his status but perhaps also to impress pretty little things like her.]

To a worthy appetite.

[His eyes gleam red, though they're absent of threat. To the contrary, they're alight with interest... and all in his new companion for the evening.]