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TEST DRIVE #6

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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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[ french revolution ≈ the dark ages, or whatever medieval party theme we have going here, right? sam scratches at the back of his head, feeling equally as out of place. ]

Man, I did not pay enough attention in my economics class to even try explaining this one. Can we just mutually agree with "no" and go from there?

[ work with me here, buddy, we got no clue what's doing. ]

Glad to know we're of the same mind on that front. I can usually shout from behind.

[This is called Rider is a great influence, and taught Waver a lot.]

I'll roll with that, and thank you for keeping the II. It's a pedantic thing, but one of personal importance to me.

[Not at all. Waver crosses his arms over his chest, eyes scanning the feast.]

Different worlds, same bullshit. There's a reason I've left the castle and live outside the courts.

Ah, so my shadow reveals himself.

[ She had noticed him, noticed the shadow that had clung to her trail, giving little indication that she had. Perhaps she had wished he would give up and leave her be, but he persisted, following her into these crumbling stones where secrets whisper for those who can hear them. ]

You have picked the wrong forest to call home, then. 'Tis not kind to those linger.

[ Yet linger she does and remains unharmed. Ah, she is not any woman, or mage for that fact. She can slip her skin when she wishes and move amongst the dark roots and trees as one of it's creatures. Exploring things that others could not even begin to dream. ]

[ okay, so. there's a chance she's playing with him, 'cause she's a kid and that's what kids do, especially with the new kid on the block. but everyone here talks about magic and war and sam might maybe really want to believe her just to save his own hide.

but he also really wants this pie. damn. he purses his lips into a begrudgingly amused line and leers at her a little. ]

Now, either you're messin' with me, or this is some seriously screwed up party. I get the feeling I'm not gonna like the answer either way.

[ there's a simple rule, okay, don't mess with a man's pie! ]

[Well look who gets dropped down right next to him by a few of the imps trying to help her-- of course she's trying to push them away now. It's bad enough they've brought her here with nothing to help her, but now they want her to go to this feast, and while she hasn't outright objected to that, because the smell alone is heavenly.

But now that's she planted right beside him, she's glaring daggers at the little beasts. It actually takes her half a moment, eyes wide.]

Jasper?! Holy-- [And despite the fact they aren't that close, seeing him alive and not strung up upside down is a very good thing.]

caer scima.
[ well, the feast and everything involved in it had kept peter interested for a few minutes. it's kind of cool, being recruited to help save his world or whatever, and the medieval theme is pretty badass. still, it's not like it's any better at keeping his attention, especially when there isn't anything exciting happening.

instead, then, he finds himself exploring the rest of the castle and the grounds. he tries to do it slowly, really, but eventually he's just a sudden wind in the hallways and rooms, so fast he isn't even a blur. he can literally be found anywhere, probably snitching small interesting things like a magpie, eating an apple up high on a wall somewhere, or even playing minor pranks on people in the ballroom. (wasn't a chair just there? where'd that plate of food go?) it's probably just a little dangerous, given that there are a lot of powerful people in this castle, but that's part of the thrill, right? ]

network.
[the guy in the feed is a teenager, slim and careless, dressed in jeans and a band t-shirt. he has strangely silver hair and a pair of goggles resting around his neck, and he's kicked back in his chair with his hands laced together behind his head as he squints at the locket. ]

Sothisthingisreallylikeavideo-phoneorsomething,right? [ holy shit, he talks fast. he's quiet for a moment or two, then seems to be taking pains to slow himself down. ] If we're supposed to be fighting a war and saving the world and all that crap, how come we have timeforthingslikefeasts? Sounds shady.

[ he lets his chair drop back on all four legs again and he unlaces his hands, lifting one in a short wave. ]

Anyway, hey, I'm Peter Maximoff, and I'm really fast. I guess it's how I'm supposed to be a contributing member of society here, which is kinda' funny, since itwassomethingIwassupposedtohidebackhome.

ota.
[ or feel free to hit me up with your own scenario! ]

[Oh, how embarrassing.]

Ah. No, please -- help yourself.

[Carter backs off a bit, gesturing that she should feel free to enjoy that last bit of crusty bread. He isn't blind to her reaction, of course, but it isn't shrieking and fainting and having a fatal heart attack, so it's really going fairly well. By his standards. Just keep acting like a polite New England gentleman.]

I am, ma'am. As unexpected as the circumstances are. And you?

[... What's a girl this age doing here-- actually, literally what is she doing, here.]

Are you... trying to eat it, or exacting revenge?

[ please let me know about spoilers and if you are okay/not okay with them!! ]

ONE;

[ When he arrived, Solas was, at least at first, rather put out. He had been rather busy and now he was tugged into another conflict, one he had no interest in whatsoever. The imps around him made noises and tried to tug him this way and that but he did little more then send them off with a stern, careful word, shaking his head and making great pains to ignore the pulls of the things around him - food, there, drink, a library somewhere, he's sure, with information, all the things that he should look into but finds himself wanting to ignore.

This is not the Fade; it is not the dreamland he is so accustomed to feeling and knowing. This is another reality, one that he has been drawn into, that is certain. Even now the creatures are trying to tug him here and there and he is frustrated, shaking them off and stalking to a far corner to think, to consider. He still has his magic, if nothing else, and his backpack, hanging off his shoulders and making his lips turn down into a frown even as one arm crosses another, his fingertips trailing over his chin carefully. This was due real consideration and he was only wary of how much time he had.

If this were any other time his first thought would be to search for the Inquisitor and their companions, but he doesn't imagine that to be the most open of places. Instead, he finds a chair and accepts the cup the imps offer him, taking a sip without looking -- until he realises that it's tea, his nose wrinkling as he shoves it to one side. ]

TWO;

[ The locket turns on and all that is given is one small line of text; hardly the most conpicuous of things, but Solas is making an effort, at least. ]

Tell me; what do you know of this place? What magic lies here?

THREE;

[ WILDCARD! Feel free to run into Solas outside, in a forest or on the lockets c: ]

It must be, to be so contrary but compelling. All the chefs I've met want only to delight those they serve.

[Which is harder than it sounds, especially when the country is in the midst of a famine.]

They have that in common with our hosts, I see. I can't recall the last time I felt so welcome.

[This is not Narnia, no. It is not her palace between the two hills. But, she is, without a doubt, a woman who can adjust to things when she must. She'd outsmarted those obnoxious little brats and that annoying lion, hadn't she?

She, Jadis, was Queen of Narnia and Empress of the Lone Isles. None of these Sons of Adam or Daughters of Eve she saw scampering about would stop that. None would dare. And when she found those abominable little imps, she'd turned them into stone statues.

However, the locket she's been given is a pretty bauble and she's seen a few of the usurpers using it to talk to, like a looking glass of sorts. After a few moments, she manages the clasp and opens it, poking it with her wand to make sure it doesn't have any sort of magic enchantments that she can detect. There is magic coming from it, of course, but she's not sure what kind. After a moment of disdainful regarding of the trinket, she speaks into it clearly.]

Tell me, mortals. What is this world exactly? Can one use a trinket and return to their own worlds? I've seen that before.

[Èlise eyes her warily for a few more seconds before relaxing a little, more confident now that she is not about to be roasted in her boots—unless she does attack the woman, presumably.]

Help me find my way and we'll think nothing of it.

[Or rather, she'll think about it quite a bit, but she won't bear a grudge.]

I take it you came from somewhere dangerous.

Is that so?

[ Is he implying that the dragon is someone's pet? Or companion? He's intrigued to say the least. ]

It might be interesting to go find them out there.

I will take you on your word, next time I try it.

[ The booze, anyway. He's sure Erik will be right, but that just makes it all more fun. Dorian's smile eases into something instinctual, hiding anything disagreeable beneath his extremely handsome mustache. He's played this game before... ]

Sounds like a fair warning to me. [ He nods. He'll have no more of that talk if it puts either of them in danger. ]

Can't say I missed the courtly politics of home. Swap the Queen for the Magisterium and we'd be in a woodsier, more Southern-looking Minrathous.

Tauriel rises slowly to her feet when she finds herself suddenly surrounded — and it's surely a shock that she finds herself thus, given her keen hearing, but the emotional impact of this forest is overwhelming in and of itself — and when she looks she finds elven warriors or guards behind each of the longbows with arrows nocked and pointed directly at her, and her mouth drops open in surprise.

If she knew for certain she weren't dreaming this, she would think she's facing the Mirkwood guards she herself commands. But as it is she has no time to think otherwise when she turns in a wide circle and suddenly hears a voice above the trees, one she has been familiar with since her elflinghood. The Prince is as lively as ever, his bright eyes wide and his laughter light and airy.

"Hîr nín Legolas," she breathes as she breaks into a smile, albeit a slightly confused one. The last she'd seen of him he was pursuing the fleeing party of orcs that had attacked Kili and the remainder of Thorin Oakenshield's party in Esgaroth, along with several human children.

She's barely aware of the elven contingent of guards lowering their weapons at his command, as surprised as she is to see him before her. "I don't understand — this is not Mirkwood, is it? How can a place such as this exist here, in this world? This is not Arda."

...That is about the only certainty she's found, here.

Someone was stabbed?

[ She looks up from her paper, sounding somewhat impatient. What initially looked like a normal drawing turns out to be some kind of cell structure. She's been here for a little while now, and she needs to get this done with while the memory is still fresh. It won't be accurate, but it's keeping her busy, at least.

Besides, it's better than nothing. ]

[Oh for-- Vol'jin huffs and turns around, thankful he wasn't carrying anything that might have dropped or spilled. It was a new month and a new crop of fresh meat had arrived.

His face is very neutral, if also very furry and blue and big teeth, which probably doesn't do much to ease any fears. Hello, tiny human whelp, welcome to Drabwurld.]

I get that a lot.

Cat?

[ He actually looks surprised, having been expecting something a bit more... fantastical. Then again, a cat that can take the shape of a human is still several steps ahead of a cat that stays a cat.

And then, because he's curious: ]

Can I see? I mean, can you just change back and forth?

[She peeks at him again and Tumnus hopes that she's come to her senses, but alas she has not. His embarrassed blush is fading and he looks down at himself and back to Himeno.]

But... whatever for? [He gestures down at himself as he speaks, clearly confused.] I mean c-clearly you are w-wearing clothing, and they look lovely, but... pants? Y-you h-have fur. I have fur... Why w-would I w-wear clothing over fur? [The indecency just isn't something he considers. He has always been this way and...] This is n-natural... [His boy bits were all nicely hidden beneath fur, and weren't at all visible. He watches as she checks the security of her own garments.]

Why do you wear clothing?

Your communications are in fine working order.

[Waver's seen so much weirder than this on the lockets.]

At any rate, define interesting.

001: The Feast

[ He should be disturbed by all of this and admittedly part of him is completely disturbed by this. There are some things that happen in the world and while they include the potential to gain superspeed after being struck by lightning most of the time they don't include things like finding yourself in a completely different universe. To be fair, he's pretty sure he's in shock and once it wears off he'll freak out. Probably.

For now though he's kind of starving and there's food so freaking out takes a back seat to stuffing his face with way more food than anyone his size has any right to be stuffing their face with. It's in that course of stuffing his face that he's likely to go for the same food that someone else is going for because he can't pay attention to his surroundings sometimes. When he realizes that he's trying to take the food from someone else's hand, well he sort of yanks his own hand back. ]

[ A pause. ]

002: The Station

[ As it turns out, he can run to the station and it's a fact that pleases him to no end. Maybe he's a bit spoiled but living in the 21st century makes him really want to have things from the 21st at hand.

Of course, Barry might have miscalculated how much energy he'd use running here and he's admittedly a little woozy. Not enough to make him pass out but until he actually finds some place to sit down, he's stumbling a bit. It probably doesn't help that he's trying to pat his pockets to find one of the bars from Cisco in his pants, but he can't really help it. After about the second person he stumbles into he starts apologizing. ]

003: Locket | Voice and open to both courts

[ There's a heavy sort of sigh on his head before he continues. ]

I can. But then my clothes will be all dirty on the floor.

[ Not that she...cares............actually she seems to be considering it. ]

I think I'm the only white cat in Caer Scima. [ More or less. ]

Well would you look who it is.

[ He doesn't sound enthused, but the truth is, he's happy to see a familiar face. ]

It's not the only thing, but it's the thing I care about right now.

[Her relief upon receiving a civilized reply is palpable, although the expression just as quickly morphs into disbelief. Her tiny eyebrows knit together and she glances over at the imps nearby with a look of distaste.]

What, these guys? Me? No way.

[Sadly, most of the big people here can't understand her any better than Lizzie or her father could back on the Mainland. To Bull, her voice probably sounds like a tiny bell jingling.

She's used to this though, so she instantly breaks out the charades. She shakes her head "no" in an exaggerated manner and moves her hands in a slicing motion side to side. "No way!" To let him know that she's new to this place just like him, she points first to herself, then to him, then gestures around to the other newcomers around the room.]

Irene's mouth hooks in a smile. "Let's find out," she says, and looks to the bartender; "something with whiskey, please."

I died, or am in some final stage of the process. She repeats that in her mind. It shakes her badly. What if she's in a similar state? It could happen. She'd never expected to die in her sleep, but it could happen.

She shakes herself out of her reverie, pins that smile back on her face. "Not so ugly, dear. Consider them conversation starters. Everyone loves a girl with stories." She turns to accept the drink the bartender holds out to her. "I only got here today, same as you. Remotely sane sounds like an excellent end-goal to press for, but as of this precise moment I really don't think we need to over-exert ourselves." Firmly; giving herself friendly advice as much as Caroline. "Breathe deep, drink up, carry on until the shock wears off or we wake up or something else."

And she lifts her glass. "Irene."

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TEST DRIVE #6

never sorry, this is beautiful

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BEST CHRISTMAS PRESENT HAPPIEST BUTT

feast

peter maximoff | dofp | unseelie

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solas | dragon age: inquisition | unseelie

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Jadis, the White Witch | Chronicles of Narnia

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at least his country doesn't have a huge city of reanimated dead bodies living underground, right

♥♥♥ !

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haha, feast | i've kinda been wanting to play one of these scenes for a while.

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Locket!

barry allen | the flash | undecided because i'm trash

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no worries for spoilers!

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