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

as you should be

[deiform]

[ he beams at the pseudo-recognition, though it somehow manages to convey the faintest hint of self-consciousness, too. ]

It can be hard turning it off. [ like.. impossible. people are just naturally drawn to him because of it. ] There's quite a few of us here, actually! [ he tucks his currently empty glass under his arm, then offers out his hand. wow, that sure is a nasty scar there. and up close like this, there sure are small scars across his brow. .. loki, you might just be right. ] I'm Yeshua, it's nice to meet you. This you.

[ a beat. ]

Did you notice that Han Solo is here, by the way..?

[chaoticwhimsy]

[Lumina swivels around a bit on the table so she's looking out at the room instead of at the punch, though she keeps talking, her voice quiet.]

Hey, I know my way around a prank or two. So what did you do to it anyway?

[ikols]

I am! Apparently. My name is Loki. [ He cocks his chin at Ghost. ] Is he, too? I wouldn't like to discriminate, this place has quite the fantastical standards.

[conservationist]

I was hoping that complaining to you would help, to be perfectly honest.

locket option..... s'up dude

[aslandish]

[ ...well. This is interesting.

Have a lion peering at you, Jesus. He seems...curious, almost bemused even. This truly is a very rare turn of events. ]

I believe healers are always welcome in any realm.

[ There is indeed a twinkle in his eyes as he considers the other. ]

Well met, Yeshua. My name is Aslan.

She's a new muse for me, hope she's okay!

[lonelylovelylethal]

Val can't say she knows Jon Snow very well, but she knows him well enough. Well enough to know that his smiles were rare, and that she should be pleased with that twist of his lips. And well enough to notice the lack of scars, and the fact that he looks less preoccupied than when she last saw him.

She can't imagine why. Jon, she thinks, is a natural worrier, and this place seems worrisome. "Caer Glaem," she repeats slowly. "It's much larger than Castle Black. And you say it's all magic?"

Magic was another thing that worried her. A sword without a hilt she heard her sister saying in her head, as she lifted a hand a ran a quick finger along Jon's cheek. "Is magic what took your scars?"

yes good

[deiform]

[ oh. this is a lot like some of his saints, like some of the angels. a little like he and buddha, actually. it's.. kind of comforting, in a way. though it.. seems like he doesn't even realize it, himself? huh.

his smile softens a little at the question, wiggling the fingers not wrapped around his glass. ]

I just kind of miracled it away, I guess you'd say. It was just a little one, though.

BRO

[deiform]

[ his expression softens immediately. even across the distance, it's not like he can't tell who and what this is, and he's certain it's entirely mutual. ]

Aslan's a nice name. I'm really glad you're here. [ he shifts, curling his arms loosely around his knees and resting his chin atop them. ] How're you finding it, by the way?

C! (edited a little for court discrepancies woops...)

[no_fates]

[Balthier was never the type of person to stay in one place for too long. Feasts and drinks were a better welcome than most, but it's hard to fully appreciate it all when you've essentially been kidnapped by dastardly imps in order to serve some higher purpose by participating in a war. Not exactly a position a sky pirate enjoyed finding himself in, at any rate.

So as soon as he's acclimated enough, Balthier opts to take the opportunityy to try and get a better sense of this new world. Perhaps he might even be able to find Fran or the Strahl somewhere as well in his travels. People and ships didn't just disappear, especially when he had been with them just moments before being dragged into this whole fiasco.

He didn't mean to linger at the Station for so long, but the new technologies that littered the area were interesting, to say the least. It's just when he decides that he's spent enough time in front of the television that he spots someone who looks oddly familiar. It's been about a year since he last saw the Captain, but it was hard to forget the face of someone who you had been fighting alongside for so long, even if he had gotten a haircut and looked astonishingly like his dead brother.

Balthier keeps a casual pace and maintains his distance, just in case it's some magical trick of this place. Once he's satisfied that it might actually be him, he closes the distance so he's in hearing range.]

Making your grand escape? [He saunters over to Basch with a wry smirk.] And here I thought you'd grown tired of the fugitive life.

[brainiest]

[ His eyes are bright and Hermione smiles, expression softening. She feels a bit better now that there's food in her stomach and her gaze rakes over him, tilting her head. Being here is new to him and he's right, she doesn't know him - he's not from her world, then, which she imagined would be the case. She doesn't think it's too arrogant to think that someone from her world might know who she is, thanks to Rita Skeeter and her ridiculous tabloid meddling and the end of the war.

Still, she brightens and holds out her hand, smiling. ]

It's nice to meet you, Cole, and welcome. My name is Hermione Granger.

[sangilak]

Well, I can't send you home. Try talking to the Monarchs.

[conservationist]

Maybe I will. Will that work?

[deiform]

It sure is busy right now, isn't it?

[ he moves to stand at her side, observing the crowd briefly before turning to blink at her. ]

.. If you're wondering about me, it's probably because we're a little alike. [ his smile returns, and it's a little bit like he's known her since long before she was born-- it's just the kind of feeling he gives off. ] I mean, as far as the soul and what we represent goes. [ he might be an enormous nerd, clumsy, terrible with money, and occasionally overdramatic with his friends, but he's still the son of god and all. intuition and empathy are things he does. ]

[babbylon]

[Not to worry. For every glass she doesn't drink, Gilgamesh takes no issue in drinking two more. Or three more. Apparently worldhopping hasn't dulled his iron constitution much at all.]

They would not ascend to the heavens, where only I may walk. But those serving under my banner do so with pride, in knowing that the light of destiny shines upon them in all its infinite glory. And I would deliver it to them, from sunrise to sunset, treading upon the throne of the world with heels that never tire and a will at once boundless and indomitable.

[A very long-winded way of saying that Gilgamesh thinks very highly of himself, if she hadn't guessed. At least there's a whole lot of pretty face to go along with a whole lot of pompous babbling. And a whole lot of alcohol to drown the rest in.]

[ikols]

I did! I might even mention multiversal realms to him, that way we can sit down and talk without melting his brain, even if we're infringing on the omniversal side of things right about now. I'm ninety-percent sure that if anyone from his reality can handle that talk, it's him.

[ Who doesn't want to hang out with Han Solo, that is the real question here. Loki's smile tightens a fraction when he hears this you, and he thinks how irritatingly omni-sentient some gods are. That's cheating, Yeshua. ]

You wouldn't have enjoyed the others. [ Perhaps one iteration, but he is gone forever and no one wants the remaining God of Evil to make an appearance, least of all himself. Moving on: Loki munches his snackfood with a vengeance. ] I can veil it for you, if you like. The power.

[ It's not a lie, it's a helpful magical shroud. Want? Wiggly fingers say they will oblige. ]

locket

[thirtybits]

[OH NO, OH NO WHY IS HE HERE it's so unsafe, this is awful. Judas tries not to panic, but he does, how can he not. And he didn't see him at the feast, so they must not be in the same court, so even the mediocre option of being the one to look out for him won't work! AND WHY THE PALM, NO- but no, he needs to compose himself to reply! Be strong for Jesus, Judas...]

Shouldn't it be about what you're used to, then...?

[And there's an unsure, forced smile.]

[rube]

[miracle? that's a first.]

It ain't magic?

[it doesn't matter how small of a glimpse he gets of an ability, not to him. if this were his first time here, he'd probably be much more alarmed, but by now- there are worse things that could've been done. magic kind of ...interests him, now. more than he'd like to admit.]

[sangilak]

[ no ]

It's worth a shot.

[contrasting]

[She just laughs because ahaha rich???]

Whoa, no, no. Not at all. We just kind of have some nice things around cause one of the girls that lives there is from a pretty well-off family so they support a lot of stuff with the school. [Even the money she does get herself usually goes to buying weapons. Wow. The life of a secret broke student hero!!]

But here, let me show you — [She reaches into her uniform pocket, figuring she could probably find some yen in there somewhere, which she does, successfully, but as she looks to the machine, she realizes it definitely wouldn't take yen coins.]

Oh. Hmph, phooey. I don't have the right stuff for this. But anyway! Basically you just shove some coins in there, whatever kind this place takes, and just choose whichever snack you might like and then — [She presses a button, but obviously nothing goes down. The agony!] If there's money in it, it'll come right down and you can just snatch it up and snack away!

[conservationist]

All right. I'll give it a try.

... Uh, if that doesn't work, what would your plan "B" be? If you were me.

[metalica]

[ 'He's a mutant, like you'. A mutant grandchild with a mutant mother and uncle that has a mutant brother. Erik isn't sure how to feel, but the mixture of despair and relief flickers over him and trails down his spine like an ice cold touch. It isn't the idea of having children itself that is so disconcerting (though he must admit that having any at all is not something he had ever considered) it's the idea of them being grown, old enough to have their own, to have friends that were this boy's age.

But they're mutants.

Erik knows what he fights for; he fights for peace for his kind, for freedom and protection from the touch of humanity. He knows he would never have children if he thought the world would be unsafe for them, so he cannot believe that he would have any at any point soon. This means this boy, this child that knows his grandchildren, must be from a time in his future. It's the only thing that makes sense and it's something to focus on other than the agonising pull of the idea of there being enough sanctuary in the world for him to ever dare having a child of his own, let alone two. ]

Billy.

[ That must be the boy's name. Inconspicuous and as innocent as 'Erik', he supposes. He leans down, looking Teddy right in the eye. ]

And his mother's name? His uncle and his brother?

[baseborne]

[Jon looks amused. Ish. Honestly he still looks mopey but there is like a sliver of amusement also in there. It's a fine distinction.] No, he came when I was brought, but there is no shard in his chest: only one in mine. [Bummer, too. Direwolves can be pants-shittingly scary enough without shard-based superpowers, imagine how useful it would have been for Ghost to gain those too.] It is well met, my lord. I am Jon Snow. Have you any questions left that the fairies did not answer when you first appeared?

[testgasm]

[Wheatley is still fairly occupied with squishing his face around, as if that will make him less unsightly. When it doesn't, he lets his hands fall into his lap, looking at Ajay with a kind of disbelief.]

Fine!? You think this is--this is fine?

[A sphere is a sensible shape--now he's all pink and squishy-looking and covered in ugly little brown dots, with all these bits that stick out, to say nothing of the fact that he's ginger.]

Is there--do you know if there's someone I can complain to? About--about all this? Bodily displacement?

[deiform]

[ he bobs a knowing nod, rubbing his chin thoughtfully at the comments. ] You know, that's probably true. I'm sure Han would just take it and dismiss it. Though Luke would probably do okay, too. He's had a lot of shocks, and the whole Darth Vader reveal probably took the cake. Anything after that might seem minor. [ plus, jesus would love to sit down and have a talk with him. and maybe ask for his autograph.

he blinks then, head tilting a little, expression puzzled for a moment before the lightbulb seems to flicker on. ] Oh! Oh, no, I meant.. you know, there's a 'you' where I'm from, too. Or there used to be. I haven't really spent much time with the Norse pantheon in a while. He's a redhead, did you know?

[ it's definitely a different look. the dark hair suits this loki, though, he thinks.

the offer earns another of those warm smiles. it's probably no exaggeration to say that jesus literally loves everyone. ] Oh, that would be nice of you. Usually it sort of settles on its own after a while, but I don't want to inconvenience anyone.. [ like.. zombies or vampires or stuff like that. it'd be uncomfortable for them to brush against jesus right now, right? ]

[stickanarrowinureye]

Good.

[Now we're talking. Just stay quiet, you. Snort giggles.]

Color and lemons. LEMONS. Found them on the fish or something. Blends right in with the other fruity bits. Real sour though and fishy. [She laughs at her own joke.] Fishy punch.