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

[gloinul]

I currently do not reside in the castle, traveling with my cousins, but I offer the same to you--and the beer!

[The faerie returns just as he says that, handing over two tankards with a warning that it's very strong and they shouldn't operate anything larger than a horse after drinking it]

yes...

[liven]

The language beasts speak.

[ Or, well, she understands other animals as well as cat. It's a Thing. ]

We have the same "mother". So I suppose in the way humans look at things, you're right. But don't tell him I called him anything like family if you ever meet him. [ HE WOULD BE INSUFFERABLE - okay no he wouldn't be but she can't ruin her street cred, Shijima has to give him the hardest time imaginable. ]

[ikols]

[ He could very well be a cosplayer. If asked, goodness knows he'll at least debate running with it. ]

That's not going to do you any good, my friend. A hearty meal of breakfast meats, not necessarily at breakfast-time, is the cure for any number of ailments! No rainchecks must ever be taken on that account. Allow me?

[ Loki digs around in a fridge, breezing his way to the pans and making himself entirely at home at the stove. Six fat rashers of bacon are slapped down, hissing quickly. Was the gaslight always on? Butter in the pan? Hmm. It is now.

He cranes a smile over a shoulder, the cheers still warming him enough to be obliging. ]

Floury rolls and condiments sound good? Are you allergic?

[ Midgardians sometimes get like that, alas. :c This man seems to be one. ]

[babbylon]

So you're dipping your hands into both streams, then?

[Gilgamesh seems to have largely missed the point of this courtless revelation. Or else he's just amusing himself by way of flustering his poor informant-to-be, sneering like a cat that's grown far too big for its own fur.

Alas, in any age, it is never a good time to be Waver Velvet.]

I'll consider this strategy. You are to be commended for your cleverness.

[ikols]

That's alright, I've got my own after a fashion.

[ He gives a wave of two fingers at the staff and ice crackles up its shaft a few inches. Loki rests both hands behind his head after that, smiling amiably, blithely at the other young man. ]

Are you here for the reputation? Like I said, I'm not overly eggy at this point.

03. Chessbro why u no like order and duty

[detoxifying]

[ There were many things to be found at the Station, half of which Cullen was loathe to admit he hadn't the faintest idea of what they were used for.

Which might explain why he was currently sitting at a mysterious mechanism, attempting to figure out just how it worked. He pressed on what appeared to be the glass portion. Then on some unknown substance that was smooth to the touch.

Nothing.

One would think a well-read former Templar would be able to work this out. But apparently that was beyond him.

Thankfully, there was not a soul that he knew around. And that man he saw out the corner of his eye was certainly not one Dorian Pavus. ]

[gordianknots]

[It is, however, a sign that some things never change, as he is absolutely scarlet red. Rider's cloak pales in comparison.]

Not exactly what I was referring to but--

[Oh fuck it this isn't worth fighting.]

i.

[anarchos]

[Well, that's a familiar voice if he's ever heard one. Having arrived in the same careless, kidnapped way, Bellamy flinches in sympathy when Raven's dumped, but he hurries over as soon as the imps leave her alone.]

[A quick look tells him she's missing crutches and brace, so he leans down on his haunches, expression familiarly grumpy, mouth in a thin line. But he wants to be more eye level with her, and the irritation isn't aimed at her in the slightest.]

A fairy court, apparently. [Does he sound disbelieving?? Even though there are literally imps, he still can't shake the instinct to call bullshit on it all. He pauses for a moment, then asks:] You okay?

[astutes]

I have never been lost.

[ There is a foolish hope that sits in her chest, twisting and turning and begging to be fulfilled. If she could find what she seeks she could return to Skyhold, to her sun, to the Inquisition and the task needed to be fulfilled. But she is not blind, the chance is she will search for years and find nothing. ]

[contrasting]

[Minako turns to the source of the voice, immediately breaking into a smile. She gives a confident nod, while giving the nearby vending machine a few taps.]

Course! It's just like back home. Well, kind of. This place is a lot bigger than the dorm back home. And even that was huuuge, so this is more like a ginormous, ultra residential complex thing. Pretty nifty.

you came in like a wreckin baaaall

[ikols]

[ His first thought harks right back to Angela, which is odd in the way he immediately finds himself much more alert and simultaneously fascinated. This woman isn't Thor's sister though, and she seems much more charming (but that will always go without saying). Then again he hasn't seen her with a blade, but she's asking for food, so. ]

How about four? I even have five sausages going, I'll trade them for your name.

[ Hovering a pan over a new plate, he tipssss the sausages nearer ... !! ]

!! the station!

[notavirtue]

[The Station was slowly recovering from the disaster that had struck months ago, but Javik still came and went as if nothing had changed. War had a way of uprooting even the oldest of trees, so the damage didn't bother him in the least.

Trudging inside, to a place that was blissfully heated without the use of archaic fireplaces, Javik didn't even notice Amaterasu until she came sailing at him. Before he could react, the white wolf was intercepted by Athame, one of the two varren he'd received as boon over the fall. Lips peeled back and spines raising down her back, the female varren snarled, blocking Amaterasu as if Javik were under attack.]

Enough! [Athame didn't move out of the way, but stopped growling, watching the white wolf carefully. If she had been any other wolf - well, it wouldn't be the first time Athame or her mate had gotten into a fight with the local wildlife.] Amaterasu?

[kingsgambit]

He stores that information away, if only because it speaks volumes about the imps or speaks to some hidden thing about her, he's undecided as of yet. Mostly because even the most unassuming of people can be dangerous. "It's a trap, to make us forget they brought us here to fight their war. Give someone enough food and wine and they'll do anything and then forget it come the next day, except to wake up to promises made and bargains brokered that they have to fulfill."

He says it with certainty, because it's what he would have done.

[conservationist]

Oh. [Huh.] Okay, well, I guess not then. I just thought that that costume, uh, was what people might wear in the future or something.

[It was kind of silly, now that he says it out loud.]

locket; i love you omfg

[sangilak]

[ yeah there's no hesitation on korra's end before— ]

Polar beardog.

[ and as if on cue, naga sticks her head over korra's shoulder to look at the locket, ears perking right up. ]

[contrasting]

A dream ... [She pauses, thinking further on the concept. As if a lightbulb goes off in her head, her eyes widen with a confirming nod.]

Y'know, I think it was kind of like a dream! Maybe. Then again — [She shrugs with a chuckle.] A lot of what I deal with back home is pretty much all out of a dream.

[babbylon]

[That unintentional show of strength doesn't go unnoticed. A hard swat from his hand could take the head clean off a bull elephant, but her fingers barely even budge. In fact, they don't, and coupled with that mouthful of an address, Gilgamesh slowly pieces a few things together.

One, this probably wasn't an ordinary girl; two, while some bits of that title may have been exaggerated, most probably weren't; and three, he could probably make use of her, but it's just as likely that he'd burn himself in the process.

Of course Gilgamesh could never stay away from such a prospect. Apologies forgotten, his anger subsides.]

"Arcueid Brunestud"? [A disapproving tsk.] It's not too feminine. I dislike it.

altaïr ibn-la'ahad | assassin's creed | unseelie

[demotion]

( feast )
[they came to altaïr so quickly he could not have predicted their attack. no matter how much he fought, he was only able to attack when he arrived. the imps had no chances, no mercy; they were dead before they could open their strange little mouths. thoughtless, yes, but there is a reason for everything and he gave himself no time to think the second the imps released him. he has never seen creatures such as those and allowed his disorientation and alarm to take over.

being ushered to the feast only makes him more tense. he does not want to eat, he only wants more answers. the wine and food is plentiful and even though his stomach rumbles, he pushes his needs aside. food can wait, questions cannot. despite his attire, he blends in to the crowds easily, light on his feet and quick to maneuver around those who are clumsy. he needs to be calm, has been taught to be calm, but anger and confusion grasp at him as he stalks up to the first person he sets eyes on. his tone is biting:]

I demand answers. Where am I? What world is this?

[and how can he find the monarchs and have a nice chat without wanting to kill them at the same time?]

( outside(???) climbing )
[the second he finds himself outside he is scaling the castle of caer scima. there is no time to pause or dawdle; his movements are quiet and precise; he has done this many times before. he chose a fairly secluded area outside, but it wouldn't surprise him to find a few people below him. he's suspicious that there is very little security on the rooftop, and he finds himself pausing every so often to see how far he's come and what's around him. there are no familiar birds, but the species is ...somewhat familiar to what he's used to. the climb is the only thing that feels like home, like what he is supposed to do.

he reaches the top after a while (he settles to rest once or twice), and decides to rest there, overlooking the territory. if he is going to be here for a while, he will need to know it by heart.]

( ooc: or come up with your own adventure!! feel free to find him in the halls or tearing through the library looking for answers that he's ...not finding... BUT seriously i'm open to anything!)

[detoxifying]

[ That was... certainly a lion. Orlais was rife with their heraldry. In a moment of irony as a moderately proud Fereldan, Cullen had even received a helm in the shape of one. To see a lion up close was certainly something else.

Only, it wasn't. It was plainly obvious that it was no ordinary beast. Still, was it a spirit? Or a demon? Or something else entirely?

With suspicion, he eyes the creature, hand remaining on his sword hilt. Even in this strange world, one could never be overly cautious, particularly when in the company of a lion that appears to be more. ]

[edgar_of_etheria]

Apparently my, ah, service record is known to Morla. It's why she chose me.

[He laughs, softly, gently.]

I assure you, Rosella, I have no wish to die again. It wasn't all that pleasant the first time. Easier or not, I don't imagine that gets any better. But I'm not afraid either.

I'll always be there for you, Rosella. I won't let them keep us apart. Whatever it takes.

[A momentary pause.]

Here. Why don't you take this? [He pulls a red rose from his things.] As a reminder.

[conservationist]

... oh? My life before this was awfully normal. Was yours... maybe not?

03

[bindsthedead]

[Cullen wasn't the only one in the practice yard. A tall, unnaturally pale young woman in a mail hauberk was moving expertly through a set of sword-drills, until a particularly enthusiastic thrust left her tugging her sword out from where the dummy's neck would be.]

Charter curse it- [Sabriel swore again under her breath- then sighed, and prepared to start all over again.]

locket

[vaccinations]

Yeah, the locket is fucking weird but you get used to it. I mean, magic and shit, you know.

[She nods at him. He's weird. A weird something. But this entire place is full of lots of weird somethings.]

The station is pretty cool. They have video games and tvs and all sorts of cool shit.

[enjoymyatelier]

Ah, yes. It seems as though an intensely British man has appeared, though he's... admittedly giving this woman's outfit a confused once-over.

It's... so pink. Did they bring a completely average schoolteacher to go with all the high schoolers, then...? Well, he supposed he wasn't going to find out without a bit of conversation, so!

"Good lord, I suspect they may have outdone their last feast," he said, looking over his plate, before looking over at the woman. "Ah, pardon me, ma'am --- would you happen to have a place to sit?"

Aw man. Look at all that good old fashioned British breeding in his voice.

[ikols]

I wouldn't touch the mayonnaise if I were you.

[ The advice comes from the young man nearby, bedecked in his armour and helm but looking more like a cosplayer than not, for all that he's in a fairy castle (he belongs decidedly at a more northern feast, although he isn't inclined to hang about there so the golden palace it is). He frowns at the offending bowl, then decisively shakes his head. ]

Yes, best avoid that one.