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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station i am so sorry fgghsfghsf

[cockade]

...Pardon? [Sam, you probably chose the absolute worst person to ask. Arno not only looks completely confused at what he's hearing Sam say, but also looks entirely out of place. Last he knew, it was 1792 back home, in the middle of the French Revolution.]

I don't know what that is.

[testgasm]

Wh--

[He looks entirely bewildered for a moment (perhaps more bewildered than the default of suddenly finding oneself in a strange, unfamiliar body), but it doesn't take him more than a few seconds to realize there's been a miscommunication.

Still, he does find issue with one thing, blinking a few times in an almost exaggerated fashion.]

Well, I mean. Seems like the optics are on the fritz, but, uh. I sort of meant...do you have a mirror on you, by any chance?

two

[foraneye]

[Èlise is no gifted tracker, as stealthy in the woods as she supposes Assassins must be on the rooftops of Paris, but she knows that—it's entirely unnecessary for someone to throw fire at her for the crime of making a noise in the woods.

Luckily, she is fast, and dives out of the way before she can be singed. Bruised and covered in dirt, however...]

Stop that right now!

[It is perhaps a foolish thing to shout at someone who's just attacked you with fire, but it is Èlise's first time.]

Re: 01

[detoxifying]

[ Of all the people that Cullen had expected to see (most of which consisted of the Inquisition members that had been present with him at the last point he could clearly remember before all this business had begun) Bethany Hawke was hardly among them.

As he spoke, his voice might have betrayed that shock. ]

Mistress Bethany?

[ The Champion's younger sister, and a mage that he had brought to the Gallows personally. He cannot help but feel a twinge of regret, much like he always did when he thought of Kirkwall.

Still, there was little that could be done now. ]

[testgasm]

[Super ginger.

It takes him a moment to realize that someone is dangling a lab coat in front of him--he's seen them on the scientists, of course, but he's never exactly entertained the idea of wearing one. Small, spherical robots don't exactly have much use for clothes, after all, and he lifts his head up and stares at it, not quite comprehending what he's supposed to do with it, exactly.]

Um.

[There's another long moment as he realizes that she's handing it to him, though he doesn't exactly make the connection between being naked and other people wanting him to not be naked. He continues to concentrate his efforts on standing up, instead, to little success.]

They'd better lawyer up, at any rate, because I--this is unacceptable, is what this is. Augh, god, am I--am I leaking?

[Wheatley clumsily drags a hand across his face to confirm that yes. He is apparently leaking.]

[falconkick]

[ sam grins, amused by kou's response just as much as he is relieved that there's at least one person with a sense of humor in all this crap. ]

Nah, I'm not that big on literal shit, and I'm definitely not serving it up to a stranger.

[ he's an honest man, aside from the whole lying about the food thing, 'cause he isn't sure he trusts it yet. but - if kou's gonna eat one, sam probably oughta eat one first to make sure he doesn't kill the man. he pops one into his mouth, making a low sound of approval and relief that it actually does taste pretty decent. nice one, wilson. ]

Mm, yeah. I'm tellin' you, that's some good stuff right there. Whether these guys are for real or not, they know how to cook.

EXCUSEZ-MOI HE IS FRENCH MERCI BEAUCOUP

[cockade]

[He simply shakes his head at that.]

Not at all. I was planning on riding, but had no idea as to where.

[Which sounds odd, but he has a reason for it. He wandered all over the streets of Paris and Versailles just to help people who needed it. And god knows people still need it, even now, with all the bloodshed that has come of the revolution.]

Unfortunately I'm not so familiar with this whole area, having arrived only recently. I intend to change that.

[arla]

[ She manages a laugh, pleased that there are no hard feelings between them. Anyone else might be more cross at the idea of being attacked and she's glad she hasn't made an enemy out of someone so cheerful.

Nasrin approaches, rather...curious about the horns and the skin, and quite frankly wondering if Aradia isn't some odd sort of Qunari. ]

No, no, I think you made just the right amount of noise. I was simply...overly jumpy.

[ She offers a smile. ]

Are you looking for anything specific? How much of the forest have you had the opportunity to explore?

[bindsthedead]

Sabriel had decided to mingle as well- and after watching the woman for a moment, decided that 'polite schoolgirl' might be a better role to take with this woman, even if she was wearing hauberk and sword. The woman's clothes were... very pink, and reminded Sabriel of the outfits she'd seen people wear in Ancelstierre.

"It's a lovely party, isn't it ma'am?" Sabriel's etiquette teacher would be proud of her polite smile, though inwardly, Sabriel was more concerned about why they'd all been brought here than the food.

1. let's make this weird trip weirder.

[wipedclean]

[The knife is obvious enough, as is the man's slightly dazed expression and guarded stance. He should really keep his distance, but his own curiosity and Steve's insistence that he make friends and help some of the newcomers out prevent him from just walking away.

So here, Ajay. Have a large man with a metal arm in a sling walking up to you. He's armed too, but his weapons are slightly better concealed.

He's not trying to attack though. He's got a cup in his hand, which he's offering to Ajay.]

Water. You look like you need it.

nahadoth ( the inheritance trilogy ) unseelie

[enefadeh]

01 - a ( caer scima ): Naha (human)

[ That was all rather unpleasant. The unpleasantry didn't end there, either. It was one thing after another until Naha found himself in a room filled with people and food, celebrating his renewed imprisonment.

Oh well. Nahadoth could deal with that later. Naha had never known any other life and would never know any other life it seemed. He was used to this. He would survive. Nahadoth would likely be angry. Naha almost smiled, sad that he would miss that reaction when it came. ]

What's one master for another? [ He shrugged finally as he made his way into the crowd. He might as well indulge while he could and let the rest settle where it did. ]

01 - b : Nahadoth (inbetween)

[ The day draws long and the party looks like it might be ending soon.

But not soon enough. Twilight sets in and that moment comes when the god's mind takes over but the mortal body still yet remains. Only when night truly falls will he be full god. Until then madness strikes the man as it becomes too much for the mortal body to contain the god.

Nahadoth smiles with wolf's teeth.

There's little thought to his next actions. He reaches for the throat of the nearest person, closing fingers around flesh and digging in tight enough to kill. ]

Let's give them a Shard, then. [ Dark hair falls over his eyes as he threatens to choke the life of the person he's grabbed. If they want a Shard he'll rip it from the bodies of the soldiers and throw them all at their feet.

Then they can have their Shards. ]

03 - locket : Nahadoth (god)

[ There's no video, it's difficult to see him in person and so he doesn't try it with the locket.

Instead he only speaks, sounding as though he's relaxed. Wherever he may be. ] What a curious thing. I'm sad I never imagined one sooner.

Does the name Arameri ring a bell to anyone? Enefadeh? Anything of the like? I'd like to know how many are from my own lands. [ And if he should fear two masters. ]

If not, where do you all come from?

Station!

[getinthechariot]

[Suddenly! There is a large, red-headed man hunched over to look over Beatrice's shoulder and at whatever device she has. He might be a 2300 year old magically summoned Servant, but he can work electronics!]

Hmm... It looks like you may need to set it to detect networks...

Would you like my help?

[lakeman]

Aye, I am. [ He lets the arrow slide out of place and puts it back into his quiver out of long habit. ] And you ... are not from Esgaroth. Where do you hail from, sir?

[bethany_hawke]

[So he did remember. That actually surprises her. It was some years ago that he took her to the Gallows. Though he was among the group that came to Gamlen's home that day, she imagines it's standard templar business and worth forgetting. Then again, being Hawke's sister does give her a bit of notoriety.]

Yes. I thought it was you.

[Naturally, she had seen him about while she was a prisoner of the Circle.]

These are strange circumstances to meet again. Still, it's good to know I'm not the only one stuck here.

What do you make of all this?

koriand'r ( dc comics )

[fiamme]

caer glaem

[While the festivities might distracting enough, what with the magic in the air and the dazzling Seelie colors, Kori is not enamored with any of it. She might provide a momentary distraction as she strides on by, the fire of her hair fizzling behind her and the clunk of her boots echoing just above the murmur of the crowd. If that doesn't grab your attention, the heavy thud of the doors slamming shut certainly will. (Or, if not any of that -- probably her armor, which leaves little to the imagination. )

Kori ain't got time for this. Her face is like actual thunder as she strides down the Caer Glaem's halls, straight outside. She doesn't take well to kidnapping, especially kidnapping for the purposes of war. No one ever just asks, do they? Her hands are clenched at her side as she finds herself outside. Caer Glaem is beautiful, there's no denying that. But the monarchs won't see her and Kori hates being ignored. She lifts a hand and points it, eyes narrowed, at a statue of who the hell cares and let's a star bolt go. It helps, marginally.

She straightens her shoulders, exhales and glances back towards the entrance. Time to try this again.]

lockets - video

Starfire to Arsenal and Red Hood -- if not them, then anyone with influence. I am Koriand'r, princess of Tamaran. I did not consent to being enlisted.

[u and everyone else, Kori. ]

[trainable_lout]

[Kou grins around his bite and adds one more of those things to his plate. It's the first he's eaten since his arrival, though he has had a lot of wine. He pulls a handkerchief out of a uniform pocket to wipe his fingers.]

I feel like I shouldn't even be here, [he confides.] Too low-class. Or too middle-class. Like any minute someone's going to ask me to leave.

this is like a late christmas present. ARRIVING YOU BUTT.

[endurecer]

[ reyna has to give sam credit, he does seem to be reacting better than some people she's seen so far. and maybe he's reacting better than she did when she first came but that's not the point in the slightest. the thing is, even though she feels more comfortable than she did during her first feast it's just easier to people watch sometimes.

of course, normally the people don't decide to bombard her with question of whether or not a food is safe. the food in question happens to be a meat pie and while reyna knows she shouldn't tease the new person— there's a tiny part of her that's a sixteen year old girl and she wanted to people watch and eat in peace. so sorry she's not sorry sam, she's going to ruin your meat pie eating. ]

Those actually caused a few deaths during the last feast. [ no, no they didn't but rachel had predicted someone maybe dying from a meat pie so really reyna's just doing sam a service by telling him. ] They might be fine now, though.

[ if there's a tiny smile when she says might, you can't prove it and she's not even going to say a word about it. ]

[ajayya]

A mirror?

[ Think fast, Ajay. He hasn't even seen a mirror in what feels like ages, much less had cause to carry one around; he still has his camera, but of course it's not working; the flat of his knife is probably too dull for a useful reflection... ]

Oh—

[ But it does give him an idea. He pats himself down for a second before he pulls out a pair of aviators, looted off the body of some lieutenant he's already forgotten about. One of the lens is cracked, but the other is still clear and intact, and he swipes over it with the sleeve of his jacket before he offers it to the guy. ]

That's the best I've got.

[ramified]

Oh, not really! I haven't really been in an actual forest before, though. Not really. Memories of them, but never the actual thing.

[ The memories of them were as real as the actual thing, she supposed - but still, Aradia finds the Drabwurld fascinating, and her explorations are simply that: exploring for the sheer joy of it, to sate her avid curiosity. ]

I have not seen all of it, but I've seen a good portion so far! I think exploring is a lot more interesting than what they want us to be doing, honestly. [ She has little interest in fighting in a war for people - especially when the threat of your world will die holds little water with someone whose world is long since dead. ]

[gloinul]

Erebor, though I imagine an Erebor long after your time, if you are who I think you are. I am Gimli, son of Glóin, at your service.

[crymoore]

No, no. It's quite all right. [ Once she's caught her breath with warmth returning to her lungs, she conjures a plate of treats for them. Having overdone it slightly with the amount, she planned for a possible appetite with various pastries, some filled with meat, others with cheese or fruits. ]

The world provides for us well here even if this Station is full of strange things.

[ Why just earlier she passed by a square scrying orb with brightly colored dots and catchy music. Strange things indeed. ]

[arla]

[ Her head tilts to one side, inquisitive. ]

There's always a grain of truth in stories. We may not see it right away, but it is always there. Perhaps they existed long ago in your world.

[ And how sad, to think they are now gone. But she says nothing about that, instead tapping her fingers against the side of her tankard while she considers Claire's questions. Her frown is thoughtful. ]

I...I hope I was changing things. I believe I was. But I am not what people want to believe I am. [ She shrugs, as though it does not bother her, but the set of her jaw says it is a more delicate matter than some may think. ] I'm simply a person. I can only do so much with what I have.

A

[getinthechariot]

[By all appearances, Rider was a happy, boisterous drunk who was pressing food and drink on any and all who passed him by. But even still, he was the observant sort. Arno caught his attention when he moved past him like a breeze and then was gone the next second. When he popped back up again a few moments later, Rider began surreptitiously following him with his eyes. Someone moving like that was bound to notice him watching, but his face was even and not at all accusing.

Mostly, Rider was interested. Was that man a spy? Or was he something else? Either way, it was always in his best interest to be nosy. So after a few minutes of observing the other man, he decided the most sensible course of action was also the simplest: he headed straight for him, loudly]

My friend! How are you tonight?

[Yes, a seven foot tall Greek man was now headed right towards Arno, extending his hand for a shake]

[damnsel]

[ He has to imagine that Wrathion is at the Station to figure out the mysteries of this world, with the pensive look on his face before they chanced upon each other. But that curiosity can wait for a bit -- as much as he wants to know if the dragon has discovered anything of note in the Station, it's always best to have your pleasantries first. ]

Are you well? I didn't see you when I arrived, but there were so many people.

station

[gandere]

[ Was he perhaps looking for this television?

... it's currently a pile on the ground with a shattered screen. Nearby is a Japanese girl who can't be much older than him (maybe even younger) fretting over the mess with a red face. ]

N-No one saw so it's okay. It's okay!