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

[terriblycrowded]

"Yes well the last time you said we were all a dream."

Well there had been quite a lot of tea after the white queen once again worn the crown, though he wasn't quite sure who dormy was. Had Alice decided to rename Maliumpkin? Straightening up once Alice took the step back he laughed for a moment.

"After Alice left I had a terribly mad idea, since Alice wouldn't stay I'd go with Alice. Though since Alice, err you, had already left I hadn't the foggiest where to go. Then one of the teapots simply lept off the table and I followed it here."

Well there had been quite a bit more to it than that but it was certainly all the important parts right. And all that mattered really was that here was Alice and that she remembered them.

"Is this what you had to do?"

( caer glaem )

[oathshackledbird]

By any chance, do you know a young lady named Flora?

[It's the wings that catch his attention, really. Even with the wide variety of people that this place brings in, very few of them have wings. He thinks of Flora immediately because of the wings and the fact that this girl seems to be about the same age as Flora. Not that looks mean much when it comes to the Fae.

After asking his question, the dark-haired man in green armor bows politely to her, gold cloak sliding smoothly over his shoulders.]

Question aside, welcome to Caer Glaem. I hope your arrival has not been too stressful.

[ofkirkwall]

She knows, unfortunately for him she is quite the affectionate person, more so with those she considers close to her heart. And Varric? Maker, she was not joking that day when she said she would have no idea where she'd be without him. He is solid ground in her horrendously chaotic life.

Hawke lets a moment pass before she pulls away from him, giving the dwarf the space she knows he'd like. She manages a grin, cocky as always. You'd never guess her fingers had been trembling a few hours ago.

"Not as nice as it is to see your handsome face."

[tolivefortoday]

[ To her, it's hardly surprising, some in part that she knows this place holds no danger to her currently, extending to all those already here. The rest? Well, she's not easily startled, that's all. ]

A land full of pixies and giants and they don't think to carry greater mugs. How strange.

[ Though she would suspect this place was geared more towards humans, even if most of the Station itself is incredibly foreign to her. She folds up her map and takes it with her when she does move to approach Thrall, too curious to stay put. ]

But you're neither of those. [ She adds once she's near and getting a better look at him. ] And the only green people I've ever met were the lizard folk, but that's not what you are, either, are you?

[aslandish]

[ As Tumnus could not mistake Aslan for any other, so Aslan cannot mistake the faun for any but himself. It's been many long years since the Witch's end, but Aslan remembers all who have ever loved and fought for him with fondness. He has not forgotten, nor will he ever.

Aslan smiles, with perhaps the slightest touch of melancholy as the faun approaches and bows before him. ]

There have been a great many surprised today, it would seem.

[ He nudges the faun gently with he great muzzle - an invitation to rise. ]

You are among friend here, Tumnus. You need not act otherwise.

[babbylon]

[Mm. A fair point, and Gilgamesh acknowledges it with a slight nod, about as much magnanimity as Waver can expect from his former enemy. Perhaps current. This too is difficult to say with one as flighty as the King of Kings.

As for questions, only one comes to mind.]

Why have you not left, to continue serving your liege proper? You do him disservice.

[bonnypiperlad]

[He could maybe stand on a table, but that might not be the best idea, all things considered. Bull will just have to remain the clear winner in the sticking out game. Jamie's alright with that. Not so much the sweet wine, though, even though he takes a drink of it for the sake of the toast. It gets his mouth to tug off to one side, just a little bit.]

You'd think since they've got anything you want to eat around here they'd have more to drink. There's got to be something, I'm sure of it. Think there's only one way to find out, though, and that's to take a look for it ourselves. Ah...unless you'd rather hang out here, with the imps.

[They're giving him the creeps, frankly. But Bull seems like a good sort so far, and if his new acquaintance would prefer to keep their company, it's not his place to say.]

[sculptor_of_aman]

They told me you were here once before. But you were gone when I arrived. I don't know the details.

But our sons are here. The two eldest. Makalaurë surely knows.

[typemoonmoon]

A Guardian. [ Arcueid repeats, not knowing another word for it.

He's not the first Heroic Spirit she's seen from the Throne of Heroes. Having a heightened sense towards these spirits, she's naturally drawn to them as a being of the Earth. ]

... A hero? [ She adds as she reaches out towards his face with one of her hands. A childlike gesture in order to feel if he's as real as he seems to her at this very moment. ]

[zangetsuha]

[Evidently not much, speaking with such presumption... but Sesshomaru obliges.]

I would fight, and I would rule, and I would do so without regrets and without unpleasantness.

[bindsthedead]

My business is to lay the Dead to rest when they trouble the living. Or when necromancers seek to raise them.

mine is right there with you

[dirth]

[ The lack of Fade is concerning to him, all things considered. He knows that this world cannot be Thedas, there is no way for it to be so, and yet he still yearns for the familiar pull, the knowledge that there is a chance for him to undo everything that he had realised was so wrong such a long time before. He needs to go back, to find a new means of freeing the Pantheon, to repair the thing he had done so very foolishly -- but he is trapped. He does not think this place has an easy escape.

It seems he is trapped once more, only this time there is no Darkpawn magister breathing down his neck, misusing the tool he had given him. ]

I would expect nothing less from you. You have always risen to each challenge the duty of Inquisitor has given you.

[ Her optimism is as refreshing as ever and it's hard to tear himself away from it. She is so close and even through the markings on her face he can see her, the beautiful woman he had fallen so desperately in love with. She is the bright light in the mire of the dank court and he wants nothing more than to drink her in - for all his cowardice in the Fade, when he had taken her vallaslin the first time, he could have her now. In another world, another life, he had said, and here they are. It's as though the Gods he didn't believe in were trying to give him a gift.

He would laugh if he were able.

Instead, he does little more than let his fingers trace hers, careful and sure, and he lets himself relish having her so close. The time between the Temple and their final fight with Corpheyus had been torture, knowing how she felt in his arms and how her kiss tasted on his lips, but he had survived. Dare he indulge here, when he is still so uncertain? ]

I did, but worry and fearing for your survival are two different things.

[ Let her take that however she pleases; was he worried he would be here alone, worried what this place might do to her, worried for her fate? Does it matter? He leans closer, expression carefully tender. ]

If there was a way to keep you from harm I would do it, vhenan, though I think you might protest. [ There, his lips quirk into a smile. ] If you are selfish then I do not dare think of what word would suit me.

[gordianknots]

There are no routes home at present, in spite of centuries of people searching all corners of this map. [His lips thin, it's still a painful truth to say.] Such searching continues.

[And while Waver has leads, he's been told by trusted sources the results. There are other paths to go down.]

I serve in spirit and lead by example.

he's so gross i'm so sorry

[testgasm]

[Wheatley pulls his hand away from his face and it's followed by a clear string of mucus, which he regards with a mixture of fascination and disgust. Mostly disgust. Now that he's confirmed that yes, he is leaking, it becomes all that much harder to stop. There's an attempt to sniffle, but since he hasn't exactly mastered the art of breathing through his nose, it just kind of sounds like he's trying to hock a giant loogie. Naturally, the more he tries to calm himself, the more hysterical he becomes.]

I had a functional body! It was--it was perfectly functional, and did all the things I needed it to do, and it wasn't--it wasn't this!

[Wheatley mashes his hands against his face, and here he goes. Trying for another sniff, that mostly just results in more snot and perhaps some amount of drool. Remembering to swallow is hard. Caroline's hand, unfortunately, goes ignored, but that might be for the best.]

This is dysfunctional, is what this is! How do I--how do I make it stop!?

[bindsthedead]

My responsibility also draws from my connection to the Charter, and to Death. The first is still intact, although the latter is... somewhat altered. And in any case, if people are being troubled by the Dead, if I have the power to help them, I should.

[revolutionized]

[Oh no. She knows where this is headed.]

H-hey! Easy — [She's not really sure what to do in this situation, so she just reaches to lift him out of the seat.

She doesn't mean to invade personal space, honest. But it seems like the best solution.]

[digophelia]

A dream, or rather, a hallucination. Alice frowned. The original Wonderland was a dream; she had fallen asleep outside when Lizzie was reading to her, ignoring her lessons and envisioned herself falling into a rabbit hole.

Sadly, this sounds exactly like something she would say and Alice's frown persists. "I saved Wonderland, Hatter," It comes easy enough to say. No more Jabberwocks or Dollmakers. Or tyrannical queens. Alice does something a little uncharacteristic for herself, she reaches for a hand, just a ghost of a touch. For all that has happened and the pain she endured, any image of Wonderland she embraces, "It's fine, see? Everything is safe. But you look exactly how I remember you! When I was a little girl."

As much it bothers her to say it, she says it, "I'm glad to see you again."

All of Wonderland's normally placid residents were after her blood a year ago. Not today, apparently. Alice lets out a relieved sigh; she still believes this to be of her own mind, but she takes to Hatter like an old friend. He was an old friend. "Oh, for goodness sake, Hatter, followed a teapot, you say? Well, it's a good thing that you did! Otherwise, you wouldn't have found me."

[crymoore]

That they do. [ He's in good company for stress eating as Jaina has been working hard on those tarts herself. ] It will be no easy task to sway people from the war when the monarchs offer power and passage back home.

[ A thoughtful pause. ] Unless we are capable of giving something better and proving their words are lies.

[tolivefortoday]

Play innocent?

[ And that? That turns the humor in her voice into a real laugh, an honest laugh. ]

Do you think me something other than a child? [ Not that she'd be entirely wrong to think that. ] I'm sorry. It was not my intent to try and fool you.

I HATE YOU JUST A LITTLE BIT MICHELE

[lyriumwraith]

[Fenris is at this feast and he hears the other newcomer's comment. A glance, and then he just scoffs. He looks Tevinter (he will admit that he might not be, though, given how weird everything is right now]

[wipedclean]

[Oh fuck no.

He might only have one working arm (since the metal once doesn't function outside of the Station, it's kept in a sling everywhere else), but that doesn't mean anyone gets to try to sneak up on him and corner him.

He grabs the stranger's hand and twists it around behind the man's back, slamming him up against the wall.]

I know you'll die if you do that again.

[aslandish]

[ Gilgamesh would be right in thinking that. He is a True Beast, indeed, but there is so very much more than the surface might suggest.

Aslan peers at the plate, at Gilgamesh...and says nothing. Merely looks at the other with those fathomless golden eyes.

Any other creature might snarl or snap, but he does not. He's sniffing around the food, yes, but largely for curiosity's sake. His appetite, when provoked, is not so easily satisfied. ]

[bonnypiperlad]

[His brow furrows at bit at the unfamiliar name - he hasn't met too many people here yet, but obviously that's not the case with this man. Someone who's been here awhile might be able to answer some questions, however, and he gives the man a considering look.]

Scotland. Or, well, I used to, once upon a time. Don't think I've ever met a Merida, but...aye, well, it's been awhile. You said there's been a lot of these parties, though?

[liven]

It's just the one I ended up in.

[ CAN'T BE BOTHERED TO GO WITH ANYTHING BUT WHAT HAPPENED NATURALLY??? She's kind of lazy. ]

No. [ Firmly. ] We're not friends. He's an ally. [ She frowns, though, because it's...not the best way to describe him. Kouichi is hard to place. ] I suppose the closest human relationship is something like a -

[ - Brother? She doesn't want to say that, either, though. ]

- he nags. He's always there. That.

[zangetsuha]

[...this is beginning to sound awfully familiar in an awfully unpleasant way. Father couldn't possibly have returned and would never wear another's skin, but Sesshomaru gets the distinct feeling he's being lectured. And though he dislikes it on principle, the stranger has a point. Quibbling over titles won't get them very far.

Granted, he still thinks he's better and always will and that is likely a show of true arrogance, but he lets the matter go. He is wiser now, so he prefers to believe. In a show of neutral intent, though not deference, he steps away.]

I have not seen a creature of your like before. [It's not an apology, but it is an explanation. Of a sort.] What manner of hunter? Cat, bird, dog, wolf...?