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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[envoyoftwilight]

"So I have noticed."

Somewhere between disdain and perhaps slightly impressed. With an ability to survive such a thing, not just once according to stories and suppos'd myths, there was some inevitable admiration in the talent.

"Did they call you 'precious,' as well?" she crooned in distaste. "If so, then I have angered the gods to be here now." Special and precious, indeed. In a way that she didn't want to be either of those things, where a normal definition gave way to vanity and characteristic arrogance.

[bonnypiperlad]

I know where Ireland is well enough.

[He's not too fussed about the lack of accent, though. It wouldn't be the first time he's run across someone from another place that doesn't have a strong accent anymore. Why that is, he doesn't really know, but he can accept it easily enough. Being pulled into a war, on the other hand, gets him frowning again.]

Aye, about that. Surely there's some other way to get these something like these shard-thingies we're supposed to have without dragging us into some war we don't want to fight.

[Or that he doesn't want to fight, anyway. He's had more than enough of that already.]

Isn't there?

[belligerents]

[The atmosphere does remind her of home, their earth home. The fight for survival is just beneath the surface, to do what one must. She can feel it strumming through them like an engine in a ship. She holds on tighter to him. She isn't afraid of her surroundings, but he's the only thing familiar, and she isn't looking to get in the middle of anything (though she certainly will if she must). For now neither one wants to stick out. They're just two young adults hobbling into the Unseelie mess hall.

No one seems to be falling over, though she still has her reservations about this place. Being kidnapped is not a good way to get on her good side: granted she knows there's not much she can do in this state, and they softened her by at least giving her Bellamy. She's not likely to punch anyone. At least right now.]

If this is the nuts, how are we hallucinating the same thing? [Raven remembers that incident well. She was still with Finn and had to babysit the 100 while they tripped. But this? She looks around at some of the people who aren't humans, the confusion clear on her face.]

Where did we end up, Bellamy?

[mortalhalf]

[Elros did much the same, just leaning into his twin's embrace and clinging to him so nothing, nothing could tear them apart. Nothing at all mattered but the halting words and the fact Elrond was there.

The laugh that escaped was hoarse with emotion and he pressed his forehead to his brother's shoulder. Oh, he's long since learned how to finish his brother's sentences. They'd had that skill since their memory began, and it had driven their foster fathers insane.

He managed to speak, answering after a few deep breaths and a hard swallow.]

Just minutes ago.

[Time didn't matter, having an audience witness them like that didn't matter. Lies didn't matter either. He just didn't quite dare close stinging eyes just yet. Even if he couldn't see anything past the cloth of Elrond's robes.]

Did you...[Brothers, without a doubt. Right down to how they responded to high levels of emotion.]

[stickanarrowinureye]

Yeah, I can see that. The elf bit. Hard to though because you're so tall.

But the Edler what?

the wildest of cards

[stillhope]

[She had no intention of lingering in the halls of the other court, with or without the Queen's blessing. The brewing war was growing closer and closer, it wasn't safe. She needed to return to I Othrann-in-Heneb, a bag casually slung over her shoulder - clad in riding clothes. She's so focused on getting back to her horse that she almost misses the familiar face she'd been longing to see in her months here.

Looking up as she moves down the hall, her breath catches in her throat when she sees him. It's almost as though roots have sprung up from the ground holding her in place, keeping her from throwing herself into his arms.]

Ada...?

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[vaccinations]

Because I punched through a fucking building.

[Like. Obviously.]

That's how I know.

Or more of a gentleman xD

[no_fates]

[He nods once, satisfied. Viera were not prone to lying, and Fran even less so. Not that he thought she couldn't handle herself if they had attempted something--quite the opposite. But it wasn't easy sneaking up on two sky pirates, and yet somehow the imps had managed to do just that.]

All the more reason for us not to linger. This feast won't last forever, and I'd rather not be here when it ends.

[And he certainly had no intention of becoming a soldier.

He looks around the room in thought. Even if they did escape this place, where could they go? Ivalice seemed like a long way off, and he didn't even know which direction they would have to go in order to return there.

Well, one step at a time.]

Did you sense anything when they brought you?

[inafadingcrown]

I am no taller than the majority of my kin. [Who are all also above average. Noldorin royalty, what can you do?]

"Eldar" not "elder." [She draws the word out, emphasizing both the difference and her accent.] It is Quenya for "people of the stars," simply another term for "elf."

[palaverous]

No.

[A beat. No. He's not going to agree with you.]

I mean, no we wouldn't be lost. We'd still be lost and kidnapped because before we were lost in the woods and now we're kidnapped and lost in a fairyland. It's only getting deeper, Greg.

[snipers]

You'd think.

[ yukari rolls her eyes and continues poking at her food. ]

But apparently kids around the age of twelve are considered adults here.

[silvergift]

[Something they'd both vote on given the chance. She has so many things she'd show him if they could be in Valinor now; the gardens, the libraries, her room everything. To be back in Middle Earth though-

She misses it so much. Imladris and Lothlorien, her children, her parents, husband and friends. Though she manages to resist saying as much, Celebrían again thinks that she should have been able to find the strength to remain there. However much her mother had nearly scolded her for it.]

It is alright. [She tries to sooth him, hearing the change in his voice and reaching to brush at his hair calmingly.] I have not been alone nor will you be.

I imagine they are less absent-minded and more manipulative. How many would truly come if they mentioned there was no way back?

[candyrocks]

Maybe we came to fairyland because it's on our way! Maybe the deepest of all is being home!

[stickanarrowinureye]

Ugh. Elfy elves.

Yeah, whatever.

More like "people up their own arses."

[elvenwise]

[ These halls are a little confusing to the uninitiated. He's only been a resident for a few hours, and most of the time has been spent schmoozing at the feast. Now he's ready to explore a little, but wanted to return to his quarters and find something to wear more suited to skulking about. And maybe a weapon, considering all the stories he's heard so far.

So it's with his head down and mind busy planning half a dozen scenarios that he encounters another person in one of the hallways. He almost moves past her, intent on his own thoughts, when she speaks up.

And he stops instantly, head snapping up, his eyes widening in shock. His daughter. His precious, beautiful daughter. His legs respond to instinct before he can even get her name out, so Rivendell's most beloved jewel had better brace as her father strides forward to scoop her up in a tight hug. ]

Arwen, iellig.

[inafadingcrown]

You come to that judgment swiftly. Is it truly so terrible that I should wish to identify myself by my native tongue?

[ikols]

[ God jail. Oh, Teddy, if only I could tell you. ]

They're bigger than you imagined because you're not imagining big enough. [ Snerk. ] The Station is a product of the fairies accidentally tying this realm to another, the original one that the Drabwurld derives from. This is basic stuff. If we can open the veil between realms, which I'm usually rather adept at, we can figure out why we're in the renfaire version of it.

[ He gestures as he talks. ]

It's sort of like being in Hel, leased from Hell. You're within one place, but contained inside another.

[stickanarrowinureye]

Yes. Because they aren't actually words with meaning.

[merelychewed]

Ha! Similar, perhaps. [ But the same, he could only wish. He knew better to, though. No dragons remained there on earth, only shining in the heavens above. Still, Hiccup's enthusiasm finally gets the old lizard to crack a smile. ] I hail from the south, as you guessed with the language, from the great island of Albion.

[ And, with a somewhat amused snort, he adds: ]

And I do believe we repelled your people from her shores many times before, in the past.

[inafadingcrown]

[Things have rapidly ceased to make any sort of sense. Galadriel blinks.] I am afraid I do not understand your point. Quenya is a language. Like any other language, it's terms have meaning only to those who speak it.

[with_a_smile]

Claire doesn't make so broad an expression as rolling her eyes, but it's a close thing. "You should be." To an outsider, her voice holds its same, cool tone, but Francis would hear the chiding in it. "We're in a strange place, and as far as we can tell, no friend or allies beyond one another." Her eyes barely narrow, gaze turning harsh though the expression does not touch her still smiling lips. "We have to start from the beginning."

[stillhope]

[Her reaction is automatic, arms wrapping tightly around him. The fleeting moment where she'd thought he might have been an illusion conjured up by her longing for home is swept away with the contact. She doesn't attempt to keep her emotions in check, or the tears from streaming down her face. Her time here had been overwhelming at best, reunions and and stress making things difficult.]

I have missed you so much.

[She will ask him about whom else he's seen later.]

[murdersquash]

[Ronan did not once sense that elation of freedom, not with his Raven missing. He knew he was not okay without the others and already a volatile young man on a good day he was a sword with the sharpest of edges right now.

Then he hears the first familiar thing he has heard since coming to this hell hole. Adam....

It stops his heart for a variety of reasons, there is a sense of relief that comes with it at the same time.

Then rage because, Chainsaw, he want his Raven, who else will take care of her. That rage has sharp, glinting almost eyes hard on Adam. Never mind that they did show a flicker of relief too. It's one of his friends. He's not completely alone.]

Way to point out the fucking obvious Parrish, help me find her. [Somewhere, maybe in the way the words are less like a sword and more like a knife was an I am glad you're here in Ronan Lynch speak.]

[magicspells]

Wait, so time is stopped back home? [ at least that means he doesn't have to get yelled at by Raine for disappearing but... ] How is that possible?

[stickanarrowinureye]

Yeah, and Qana, Quenar, whatever, no one uses it. So no meaning.