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!

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[thebreakingwave]

There's no need to apologize. It was my mistake.

[ Harry smiles, bright and easy, and from the little bits of snow still melting in his hair it's clear he's just come in from the outside. He has no problem shaking hands with someone wearing mitts.]

A pleasure to meet you, Mr Carter. I've never been over to America, but I'd heard plenty about it.

[magestache]

[ Dorian would recognize that accent anywhere. Gurl, you may not be from Orlais, but you're from Orlais. Sorry, I don't make the rules. But her denial does make him smile. Maybe it's a "you got pulled from another world" thing.

Another world's Orlais? Maker, he hopes he doesn't meet anyone from another world's Tevinter. ]

Not where I'm from, no. But the Orlesians have the finest recipes for making you wish you'd never sampled any of their foods. [ He shrugs, waving with nonchalance. ] And yet, you can't help but always go back for more. It's truly an art.

Jackson Whittemore ☽ Teen Wolf ☽ Unseelie

[lycanthnope]

[ Hey, Teen Wolf cast! Since this jerk hasn't been in the show for 100 years, I don't want to step on any toes, so I'm gonna be be playing him from that void of time before s3 starts/he leaves for London. Y'know, just so he's not naked and only holding a key. But let's PM and hash out if there's a better canon point, maybe? Or feel free to imply something different if you're commenting! Really, I'm super-open/somewhat undecided.]

Feast --> anywhere

This place is beautiful, in its otherworldly sort of way, but Jackson only sees red. He has a life to live and get back to -- a life he'd fought for, a life he'd bought at a steep price, a life that deserved to be lived to the fullest. He has to get out of here, and he'll be damned if a werewolf is ever reduced to begging for his life (again). He's not that scared child anymore, or so he tells himself.

Maybe his drink had been spiked, maybe it's some kind of wolfsbane-fueled hallucination or one of his -- one of their pack's little "training exercises." Regardless, he's clearly lost control of himself. He grits his teeth. No. Never again.
Unless stopped for conversation, he leaves the party with a scowl and goes searching for someone with real answers.

"Lydia? McCall?" He'll list out names endlessly, each one angrier than the last, until he peaks and slumps against a wall, claws out and drawing his own blood through clenched fists, in a temporary admission of defeat.


Wildcard
[ Hit me with your best shot! ]

[ofkirkwall]

"Varric!"

Hawke has been, for the most part, been enjoying the free food and drink (that does not taste like rat piss) with reckless abandon when she spots him, eyes wide and face practically lighting up at the sight of her friend. She certainly has not been searching for any sign of a familiar face, and it certainly has not been a desperate search that has stretched almost half way across the map.

Her long legs stride towards him in a few excited paces before she is practically draping herself over the dwarf, pressing an obnoxious and overly affectionate kiss to the top of his head. Maker's breath, it is great to see him.

Cesare Borgia | The Borgias | Unseelie

[naytheist]

(I will likely add more options later but I sadly have an essay to write atm.)

(The Feast)

[Cesare is nursing a glass of wine, limbs relaxed, leaning into the back of his chair when he spots someone that he does not like. They look all too calm, too confident, too at home for his liking. It seems odd. To say that Cesare had been unhappy with being captured and transported against his will would be an understatement, but he had calmed down, at least somewhat, his brief but furious rage shifting into a silent focus as he decided that he was going to find out the best tactic in this place. He needs to get back to Rome. He has a kingdom to seize.

He follows the person, calmly slinking in behind them, not hiding but certainly not making a show of himself either until he puts a firm hand around their elbow and leans in against their ear, speaking, his voice low.

Tell me: what do you know that I do not?

[lakeman]

[ He's spent an hour following tracks through the forests just beyond sight of the castle. Honing skills that he has let lapse a little during the last few years. Steering a barge down a river sometimes includes self defense, but not daily training exercises like he used to perform with the city guard.

And there are folk in the wood who are not as adept with a bow, who could use the meat. He's already glimpsed some of them.

So when Tauriel finally graces him with her presence, Bard favors her with one of his grumpier scowls. ]

I hail from the keep, yes, but I was not hunting for myself, m'lady.

[crymoore]

[ Mage food is real food, just minus the calories. Probably. Without her companions from Theramore to share meals with, she's mostly stuck to this diet. ]

Speaking boldly against the war only raises suspicions with the sovereign of this realm. [ But they exist, dear friend. ] There is a town west of here that hosts a meeting place for those who wish to remain neutral, but there were very few present today.

[ It's likely they are out right now opposing the very battles that threaten to rip this realm apart. ]

[trailers]

[ it's not like being jerked awake--more like coming out of a deep, restful sleep. adam's foot lift to takes another step but he pauses and stares at blue for a moment, a sepia photograph made real. blue, his mind says, comes with a painful rollercoaster loop in his chest that he'll never disassociate with her pretty smile, and adam stops. ]

Blue? [ what's blue doing here? adam was just--well. he doesn't...know where he was.

and there's nothing more terrifying than that, then losing control. becoming cabeswater's eyes and ears, training with persephone (who was a ghost and adam couldn't even tell)--that was supposed to stop this. he was supposed to be able to control everything again, he was doing its orders. instead, adam's standing in the middle of a strange castle, with blue and no one else around. ]

Where am I? [ a beat. ] Where are we?

[magestache]

Ah.[ Oh, dear. ] You're quite the violent child, aren't you?

[ hey, he won't judge. The world's a big place. Kids gotta do what they gotta do. ]

Well, that does explain it. [ GUESS YOU'RE A DEMON, HUH. Congrats, Shijima. ] Dancing is an alarmingly human thing to do. Even if I explained it to you, I can't really explain why we started doing it. Or why some people are terrible at it while others are quite good.

[ He tried teaching Cole to dance once. It... didn't end well. ]

[ophiocordyceps]

[ They seem to have set their minds on the same bit of food, and their hands touch. Very briefly, since Caroline immediately withdraws hers. It's nothing personal, initially, just a remnant of what all those scars on her hand already indicate - she's got good reason to be extra careful with her hands. ]

I'm sorry, it's all --

[ Oh dear fuck. ]

-- yours.

[ She has relatively good control over her voice, the pitch only changed ever so slightly. She casually reaches for something else now, because this seems like the best course. Act as if nothing at all unsettling is going on. ]

Are you enjoying the feast?

locket. (let me know about spoilers? c:)

[dirth]

[ The voice, when it comes, is amused, curious, really, and completely at ease. If anyone was going to treat this situation with nonchalance, at least for now, it would be him, he supposes. What more can he do? ]

Is looking like a fool the only thing worrying you, Iron Bull?

[liven]

I'm probably older than you are. [ Although she has to pause and eye him suspiciously, because she might...not be...there are a bunch of pesky immortals here, and while she's older than some of them, she isn't older than all of them. It annoys her in a very vague way; she's not used to anyone or anything being older than her. ] How old are you?

[ But then she shrugs. Humans doing weird things for no reason, you say? Perfectly natural. ]

It's like ice-skating, probably. I've done that. The bird made me.

hope you don't mind some same face shenanigans ouo

[greenies]

There's a guy sitting on the ground in Caer Scima. It's not really that abnormal for people to be freaked out upon their first arrival--Thomas was definitely one of them--but he kind of pauses, staring at the guy. He looks like a mess, and for a moment, Thomas considers just leaving him there, but, he can't. Mostly because he's got a good heart and is a leader at his core, but.

Also because where he's slumped against is the door to Thomas's room.

He squats down, plate of food in his hand to bring back to the room from the feast, and puts his hand on the guy's shoulder. "Hey, man, you okay?"

[questdreamer]

[He's got a good grip, if one that is -- decidedly not human, all the fingers the wrong length and in the wrong places. (Though if, at this point, you're still thinking this gentleman is human, or even humanoid, you might be a bit dim.]

It is a wonderful country. In places. And you? You are from where? [The accent seems British, and the familiarity with the Americas would hint at his origin being terrestrial, but gods know that an accent can be a very poor indicator.]

Detective Kate Beckett | Castle | OTA

[numberonecastlefan]

A:
[There's a child missing and Kate's determined to find out where the little girl has gone. She's checked everywhere in the Seelie castle and grounds. Now, she's moved to checking outside and is steadily moving towards the Station.

If she has to, she'll check every inch of this strange place. A child's life is at stake after all, and Kate's not one to let odd happenings stop her from doing her job.]

B
[Hi, there, have an unhappy police detective in your face.]

And where were you when the stabbing took place?

[Because, yep, she sure is in NYPD homicide detective-mode.]

i have zero self control (unseelie)

[dirth]

[ Solas, more than being frustrated or afraid, is mildly curious about the situation he has found himself in. While he had a duty to attend to at home (and he did, frustratingly enough, and it was souring him more than just a little to be standing here when there were more important matters at hand) he couldn't deny his curiosity. This was not the Fade, after all, nothing like what he had seen so long before or the memories that skirted his sleep, and he couldn't place what was so unsettling about it.

He walks out to look at the ground and it is then, only then, that he sees her. His head turns to look at her and he's struck, lost, for a moment, out of his element and looking a little like a halla in the headlights. It would be easier, he thinks, for them both, if she did not see him - but she is far too clever for that and he would not deny her the credit she deserves. He walks forward and, with as much casual amusement as he can force into his words, he speaks. ]

You are off on another adventure already, lethallan.

[blacktailed]

Observation was all she could bring herself to do. The place was swarming with humans, that she could see well enough, but not a hint of the why. No one that stood out as the leader or looked like they might have had much of a clue, and the imps had been annoying enough that she hadn't really listened to them in favor of admiring the pretty locket she had been given.

Her clothes are enough to mark her as an outsider, along with how she's more perched on a chair, feet on the seat and body tucked together. The food and drink is too strange to test right now. So when she hears the voice over her shoulder, her head snaps to look in his direction.

The piece of apple Quer'll take first -- fruit was acceptable, if not a favorite.

"I wouldn't really know about that. Do you want them to go away?" Her eyes flicker to the imps.

Kimihara Himeno | Centaur's Worries | Seelie

[gallopingarcher]

01: The Feast

[The sights, the sounds, the color. All of that was enough to temporarily wash away most of the panic at ending up in a strange place. Still Himeno outright stares at everyone, or almost everyone, that she passes. There are so few humans here!

Creatures that look very much like humans, but missing horns, or mobile ears, or tails, or hooves, or wings. Why, most of the creatures here look like never once in their history did they ever have any more than four limbs! It's so strange. Beautiful, but strange.

So of course, caught up in her thoughts and her staring, Himino isn't paying the closest attention to where she walks, and so has to apologize several times for bumping into people, or stepping on an outstretched foot, or someone not expecting a centaur and bumping into her flanks. She's sweet about it, and sincerely sorry every time, but is so glad when she reaches the tables.

She ends up with a plate piled high (with maybe a couple too many desserts) and shyly smiling out from under a fall of bright copper-chestnut curls.]

Do you mind if I sit with you? There isn't enough space at the other tables.

[Her horse-half may be only pony-sized (and completely covered, down to knees and hocks, for modesty's sake) but she still manages to take up a lot of room.]

03: The Bailey

[The festivities are nice, and everything is amazing, but the crush of the crowd gets to be so much so Himeno flees and wanders until she ends up outside. It's quieter out her and she relaxes, her hooves almost silent on the grass and gravel. Eventually she sits herself down on a stone bench. It's a complicated process, involving getting her hind legs tucked up under her on the bench, and she takes up the whole thing, essentially laying across it with her fore-hooves dangling down.

After a moment she hugs herself and starts sniffling. Whoops, somebody is getting homesick already.]

But wh-what about Mom and--and--- I just want to go home.

Raven Reyes | The 100 | Unseelie

[belligerents]

( arrival; caer scima )

[Being rolled out of the bag that the bastard imp kidnapped her in is not particularly helpful, especially with her injury. What's even worse is she doesn't have her crutches or the makeshift brace that was made for her.]

--the fu--[She's still sprawled out on the floor, looking back up at the ceiling, questioning just what she's looking at. This isn't the campsite from part of the Ark. In fact it's much too nice to be from anything she's used to. Grounders don't have this kind of finery either.

She rolls on her side to at least try and get a vantage point. But it doesn't help. There seems to be more people being bustled through, dropped off by the imps.]

Okay, where the hell am I?

( the station )

[Technology. Glorious technology. Even if it took an arm and a leg to get her here, at least she feels like she has some use. She's sitting at a table with a pile of wires and metal trinkets around her. It's not that she needs this to survive, but she certainly feels like others have needed her to have this at her disposal to survive.

She half wonders if they can make a campsite. Screw war. She's already in the middle of one back home, and she's barely managed to come out of that alive. No thanks to Murphy.]

( video )

[Well at least they've got some pre-made comm system here. Of course everything in her wants to take it a part. At least it's something.]

Abby? Clarke? Are you there? [She's not all that hopeful to be honest, but she has to try.]

I'm looking for my people, the sky people or the 100. If anyone knows their whereabouts, Finn or Bellamy or his sister, Octavia, give me a shout.

[She wants to end the feed there, already looking hesitant and distant, but she knows she's not going to survive long like this. In space she doesn't need her legs, but on Earth and apparently in the Drabwurld, she does.]

I-- I had a bullet hit my spine back home. I had someone look at it, remove it. But I can't use my leg. [Admitting this is hard enough.] I don't know what I'm going to do here without a brace or even modern medicine.

I'll take any advice.

[bethany_hawke]

After what happened in Kirkwall and to the Circle, which she had been a member of, Bethany wasn't quite sure if she'd see any of her friends again. Not after they all appeared to go their separate ways. She gladly sits down to join him. Varric appeared shady the first time they met, but she quickly grew attached to him. He was like another older brother, for certain.

"Have you heard from my brother? I haven't seen him. Not since Kirkwall. But if you've been in touch with him, it would be a relief." She knows Varric is a good friend and cares about him enough to watch out for him.

[magestache]

I quite agree. As long as they stand between me and other people who're also wielding big sticks, I say let them have at it.

[ Always pays to have a good warrior in front of you. Or behind you. wink wink? ]

Perhaps I can shorten it to 'Ser Lord II.' Less of a mouthful, but still just as charming.

[ Charming and smart, what a guy. He wasn't kidding about those politics, huh. ]

So I see. Hardly surprising, given our less than cordial arrival. [ he sighs. yep... just like home. ] Wars are such ugly things. Sad to know that doesn't seem to change, even here.

[conservationist]

Resolute, honorable words for a girl who just half a minute ago tried to blame it on "you know, someone".

[bethany_hawke]

We're trapped in a strange world and you're drinking?

[What is Bethany thinking, of course she is. There's a slight smile and she joins Isabela at the table.]

I'm glad to see you well.

[conservationist]

[Literally as impassioned as Oreki ever sounds:]

No! I definitely don't belong in that castle either! I'm on the wrong planet.

[ajayya]

I... What?

[ He can't have heard that right; there must have been some kind of miscommunication. He shakes his head, trying to make any sense of this at all. ]

I'm here now, but that doesn't mean... There has to be a way back, right? [ He can't be that far from Kyrat anyway, right? ]