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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lbr bucky is probably the least weird part of any of this

[ajayya]

[ Forgive him if he's a bit jumpy; Ajay isn't exactly expecting anyone to come up and talk to him. Hell, he's hardly expecting any of the people he sees to even be real.

But after a brief, tense moment of coming to terms with the fact that he's probably not under attack, he looks first at the cup, then at the man holding it, and then he finally takes it. ]

Thanks.

[ It's only as he's drinking it — and of course he's drinking it, because honestly, it's not like he can be any worse off no matter what's in this cup — that he notices the guy's arm, which makes his brows lift. ]

Uh... Nice arm.

[thedominatrix]

Irene laughs, throaty and pleasant, lifting two glasses of pale, sparkling wine from a passing server before they can settle at a table. Feeling better already. She knows how to do this, at least; some things, apparently, can be carried over between worlds.

"Don't look like I need a drink? I'm flattered you think so. But appearances are so often deceptive. Sit, do. My name's Irene; what's yours?"

okay sure you gross orlesian go have your wine and cheese and be snooty

[arla]

As do I.

[ A sentiment they can both share, at least. She turns to grab one of the saddles, as well as a cover to rest on the backs of one of the horses. Nasrin approaches one with caution and experience, hand out to allow the animal to sniff. ]

I am hoping to make my way to Loch Noa, where I have heard a great many tales. Perhaps it will hold something of value. If not...the forests around those parts may offer answers for me.

[It is...a bit forward of her, but she has asked everyone else who would listen-- ]

Would you accompany me? I fear I am no hunter but I am strong enough to fend for myself, and I have lived in the wilds before.

[lakeman]

Erebor? The Lonely Mountain? [ He feels like a fool, just standing there and repeating what Gimli says, but his brain is stuck on 'long after your time'. Some of the old timers at the feast mentioned people coming in before you knew them, or after, but he was hardpressed to believe them.

Now he's not so sure. ]

Glóin .. is familiar. I have some guests in my home, one of which bears that name. [ The Man shakes his head, as if to dispel some mental cobwebs. ] My name is Bard.

[anarchos]

[She voices his own next thoughts, about their people back home. The ones with the Ark, the ones still stuck in Mount Weather. But he also know the two of them stand a better chance of getting out together than apart.]

You can be both. [He is.]

I'm at Caer Scima, they said. What about you?

[gloinul]

Then I was right.

[Of course he was]

I imagine that my father and cousins have not yet apologized for that mess. I wish to apologize for them.

got'cha! c:

[arla]

[ She stops mid-swing of her staff, ready to cast again, when someone calls out to her, a small object pointed in her direction. Nasrin holds off on casting barrier, feet planted firmly in the ground as she prepares to defend herself if need be.

One eyebrow lifts and slowly, cautiously, her back straightens. ]

I can if they are my enemy. Are you of the Seelie Court, then?

HELLO MY LOVE. 1.

[sangilak]

Hey!

[ korra calls out, walking up the corridor behind oreki with a hand on her dog's shoulder. her dog, by the way, is about the size of a large bear. ]

Is everything okay?

[thequitecontrary]

[The sight of the man in tails calms her a bit. At least not everyone here is so unfamiliar looking.]

Quite. It's not what I'm used to.

[Mary looks back at the feast again and sighs. Obviously one is supposed to help oneself, and no matter how irritated it makes her, she's hungry. She carefully picks up a plate and serving fork, trying very hard not to stain her white gloves.]

[arla]

[ Very definitely a foolish thing to cry out. But her next cast is Barrier, there only to protect herself while she finds better footing in the moss and stones so she can look at her potential attacker. Her grip on her staff is tight. ]

Tell me why I should, and I will hold off. Who are you? Why are you following me?

my solas muse is crying

[brainiest]

[ Hermione's nose wrinkles; straight away there's the idea of Seelie against Unseelie and she has to bite back the urge to sigh - do people really believe it's that simple, that black and white? She steps forward, glaring at a bush that tried to trip her before she nods her head, once. ]

I am. Hermione Granger, Seelie.

[ She pauses, frowning, before her head tilts. ]

You are too, then?

ok true

[wipedclean]

[His eyebrows lift and he glances at his arm, which has returned to being completely non-functioning once he left the Station. He sighs.]

Thank you.

[He looks the man up and down a little.]

You're new here.

[It's not a question, because it's obvious. Yes. The man is new here.]

[easternseaqueen]

[The sudden clatter draws Isabela's attention, and she sees the half-tinkered think on the floor.]

Huh, what's this? Odd little thing.

[She puts it down on the table, and goes back to what she was doing.]

SCREAMS why did you tell me this thing

[arla]

[ It is only when she announces herself that Nasrin has cause enough to turn her staff and press it into the soil, just enough to show that she means no ill will. Straight-backed and as apologetic as one can seem after flinging fireballs, she tilts her head down, as if in a simple bow. ]

I apologize. I was...being overly cautious.

[ And foolish. She takes her staff from the ground and brings it back to the sling on her back, fastening it tightly. ]

I am. My name is Nasrin Lavellan. I am new to these parts and to the Seelie Court. I'm afraid I did not recognize your face...though I should have assumed, as we are in Seelie lands.

[lakeman]

About what, Master Gimli?

[ Forgive him, it's a strange conversation, and basically the icing on the strangeness that is his life right now. ]

The mess is a bit unavoidable, I'm afraid. There was no other way to smuggle them, or their weapons, into the house. But thank you, 'tis appreciated.

[easternseaqueen]

[Isabela turns and smiles.]

Why, Bethany! Wasn't expecting you to turn up. Join me for a drink?

ssstation

[ikols]

I'll put it on your tab.

[ Says the horn-wearing barista, coat slung off to the side as he sets a drink down in front of the coffee-seeking wayfarer. Loki rests a hand on the counter and sips his own latte, a lot younger than Sam might remember if he's ever had-slash-seen dealings before with the (or a) son of Laufey, twentyish with his age solely restricted to keen green eyes that watch him over the rim of his mug.

He licks his lips and smiles. After all, what's a barista without a good attitude? Useless!! Does he know who this handsome stranger is? Nope. Tell him your name, ye olde goodely sirrah.]

I'm pretty sure they deal in gold doubloons here, if anything, or the equivalent. You could trade in a nice dagger for a sandwich, just make sure the bread isn't stale first.

[ Gods, that would be so sad. Thankfully he's lying, and it's all free. ]

[arla]

Walking out of the Fade wasn't exactly planned, either, but I can't say it was a pleasant circumstance, all things considered.

[ To hear him confirm that this is not Corypheus' doing is enough for her. She had assumed, had hoped...but it's good to know that someone shares her sentiment. This is an entirely new predicament, for better or worse, and she can only hope that things will improve for them in the coming days.

Being conscripted into a war, anyone's war, is unsettling enough.

Her frown matches his and she sighs, shaking her head. She casts her gaze to the ground for a moment, gathering herself, and then she looks up once more. ]

I can only hope that they are safe where they are, then, and able to hold out until we return. Cassandra and Leliana will know what to do.

[ They were far more capable leaders than she could be. They founded the Inquisition, after all. ]

because solas pain is constant and must be shared!!

[brainiest]

[ Hermione hesitates for a moment before she breathes out, a smile crossing her lips. Really, after the months she has spent here dancing around people and being in the middle of action a fireball sent her way should be the least of her concerns - she's made friends in stranger situations. Hefting her back over her shoulder she moves closer; she would offer a handshake but... She doesn't think it'd be appropriate here. ]

It's nice to meet you, Nasrin. Even with the - um, magic.

[ She holds up her wand and makes a show of shoving it up her sleeve, relaxing. ]

Welcome to the Drabworld, at least. Did you need help with anything? I was just here gathering potion supplies, so I'm not too busy.

station

[conservationist]

[When he arrives at the scene of the crime, Oreki makes a face like the girl just shot his dog.]



T--


That wasn't the only one, right?

[ajayya]

Yeah... I guess so.

[ Even if he's still not sure where exactly here is, or how much of this is a dream.

Speaking of which— ]

Are we still in Kyrat?

[ Not that he's seen any place like this in Kyrat before, but hey, it sure as hell wouldn't be the first time the country surprised him. ]

[gloinul]

About who you were. I could not be certain, but I met you once, when I was a lad moving to Erebor. That was...some time ago, however.

[gandere]

[ Oh no, oh no, oh no. Someone saw and more importantly, someone saw her while she was like this. Taking a side step away from the fallen mess, she glances down at it and then covers her face with her hand. ]

What are you doing just standing there? Aren't you going to chase after the person responsible for this?

[ Not only does she refuse to answer his question, she shifts blame onto someone else. Smooth. ]

[conservationist]

Well, I've been kidnapped by-- [He trails off as he turns around, his gaze going right over Korra and immediately to her companion. And then up, because her companion's face is up there, thank you.]

Uh--


[no, seriously, is that a dog or a polar bear?]

... I just lost my train of thought.

Dorian Pavus | Dragon Age: Inquisition | Unseelie

[magestache]

01.

[ Free food and celebration? Well, far be it for Dorian not to indulge. As far one can see, Dorian appears to be enjoying himself, a glass of wine and a smirk on his face. Oh, he knows this must be a trap of some kind, there's no doubt, but that doesn't mean he can't enjoy himself while learning as much as he can from whoever should decide to look his way. And who doesn't want to talk to such a charming guy? And with a dashing mustache to boot.

He's not completely sure what kind of magic is at play here-- nothing he knows, that's for sure. And it's rather a strange dream for the Fade. Too real, and defnitely not enough green. But who knows? Demons aren't spirits-- they can get smarter. First it's drinks, handsome men and smooth conversation, and then just like that, someone tries to possess you. It's all the same whether it happens sooner versus later.

But really, possession, demons, fancy drinks, stinky cheeses... Practically reminds him of home. Just needs a few less imps and a few more blood rituals. Dorian shrugs to himself, taking another sip of his drink. It is still early after all. This place could yet surprise him. Plus the food's not too bad. ]

Well, the ham's a bit light on despair, but it's close. Must be an Antivan recipe. Far too ominous for Orleasian ham.

[ What is he even on about. ]

03. [ wildcard me! ]