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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[lightcatcher]

And yet neither of us carries them. [He doesn't move, neither forward nor back; if Morgoth chooses to approach him, so be it. He would rather face him in this shape than in another, anyway. When the elf continues, his voice is close to a snarl, grey eyes piercing the Ainu, boring into him with might, daring him to prove him wrong. Trying to bait him.] Lest you have come by even one of them, and yet keep it hidden for fear of its brightness, or the might and envy of those who rule this world.

[songcrafter]

[Time meant nothing to Eru. Not when he had a Light to watch over and coax brighter, steadier, feeding it love and life. Whenever Makalaure would wake, he was still right there, arms holding him close and without falter.

Bored? Tired? Annoyed? Far from it. He enjoyed having this chance to breath new life into a battered soul.]

[selfpraise]

How I wish to voice my displeasure is my choice.

[sfoils]

Fair enough. I won't argue with that.

[ Seconds later. ]

Wish I could set people on fire. I bet it comes in handy.

well that's just rude now isn't it

[brainiest]

[ Hermione just smiles, taken by the idea that she might be able to find someone with the same interest in potioneering that she has. ]

Oh, I never remember to bring any drawings. I'm just lucky I can bring all my books with me.

[ She touches the small bag on her shoulder which, really, doesn't look big enough to hold a single book, let alone multiples. ]

Of course, the ones I was gathering are just over here. Did you want any help carrying anything?

[sfoils]

[ He tries not to be disarmed by the smile, but it's difficult when the man's red eyes glow with a life of their own. ] In physical terms, Core worlds are planets closest to the center of the galaxy. In cultural and economic terms, they're the most prosperous planets. Location certainly helped.

[bythewaves]

[ waking is easy, and Maglor blinks awake and realises that for the first time since the Oath he feels clean and well. He goes very still as memory returns and then shyly opens his eyes and lets go in embarrassment ]

Thank you, Lord

[selfpraise]

[Oh good, they're coming round.]

It does come in handy when people are trying to kill you left and right.

[sfoils]

[ It's disappointing to grow up with stories of people who possessed strange, mystical powers and used them for great deeds.

Then ends up one of your friends is one of those people, but you're still mundane.

Wedge tries not to think of the distance that's grown there. ] For that, all I have is my wits. And a blaster. Or a snubfighter, if I'm lucky.

[sfoils]

I can teach you, don't worry. [ He shuffles the cards again, then slides a seat for Shijima to sit at.

He'd be a lot more startled by white hair if his job didn't send him all over the galaxy and if he didn't have alien pilots in his squadron. He shrugs it off as a genetic difference. He's seen people with natural green hair, and what an Imp would rudely describe as a talking horse.

He starts to cut the deck as he talks. ] The name of the game is sabacc. You want to have the highest positive card total, which is less than or equal to 23, or to have a negative 23. Positive trumps negative: so if one player gets to 21, but another gets to -21, 21 wins.

With me so far?

mildmay the fox | doctrine of labyrinths | undecided court??

[smallfavors]

o1. FEAST - either court since i'm still debating i guess?

[ he doesn't know what's going on here, and he doesn't like it. sure, he got the rundown as soon as he turned up, but that don't mean he has to like any of it or that it'll make sense. it all sounds like hocus stuff to him, and probably it is; all he can think is that if Felix were here with him, he'd probably have a way better handle on things. probably even be able to explain it to him, and Kethe, but he hates feeling like a flat. there's a surreptitious glance down at his chest — if this gemstone that's supposedly in him is so important, why don't they just take it and let him go? it looks like they got more than enough people here anyway, and he'd decided he was done with all this fighting and killing business besides.

if anything, fuck 'em all for not caring that he's done with it. he don't owe anyone nothing.

so the entire while, there's going to be a figure skulking around the edges of the feast, trying to pick up on any information he can as to how he can get out of here and get back home to his brother and his friends. he's got good reflexes, but this'll probably (definitely) have thrown him off his game a bit. he hasn't touched any of the food or drink, along of not trusting any of it, and if you spook him he'll probably pull a knife. feel like trying your luck? ]

o2. LOCKET

Audio. Audio? Means I'm talkin' into it, right?

[ yeah, he's going to be frowning into his locket and not realize that it's broadcasting. whoever he's talking to will answer him, but it's mostly unintelligible. ]

Kethe, you gotta be kidding me. The hell does this— Hocus stuff, I swear. [ grumble grumble ] Hope it's working.

[ and then he'll straighten up, try to speak as clear as possible as he addresses the locket. ] I don't know any of you, and you don't know me. You want this shard thing, how about you take it and we can keep it that way. Just send me back home and we're square. Sound like a deal?

[ and then, somewhat far away again: ] Feels like I should be putting a miniature in here, not talking at it. How do I turn it off?

[stickanarrowinureye]

[She laughs out an eeeewe.]

Mushy bits.

It has to look like punch or they won't get the punch. Mushy bits? Not punch.

[brainiest]

[ Her eyes widen and flicker as he speaks, the names - or, rather, the mangling of her name that's oh so familiar to her - slipping over her and making her stare at him for a long time. The things he's saying... She doesn't understand how he knows, how he's aware, and it makes her uneasy even as he reaches out and shakes his hand. Still, she's met people that have been capable of reading minds and memories before; Professor Xavier was one of them.

Their hands shake and she keeps smiling. ]

You're welcome, really. I, um.

[ There's a flush on her face, now, at the idea that she really has been making things easier. She isn't sure how he knows more than it being some kind of magic and she steps closer, careful, tilting her head and letting her eyes flicker over his face. ]

Is there anything I can help you with? I'm not sure how you know, but I - I have been helping, or trying to. If I can make things a bit less confusing...

[dragmire]

"They have. But I have oft heard them speak the same way of their food, before tearing into them with their teeth. But you will no doubt hear the same from our High Queen as well. She does flatter us, so." There was an element of disdain evident there. He was an apparent loyal member of the court, but he disliked being cowed to some other king and queen. Nothing was more offensive to him than to serve someone else. Those thrones should be his.

He studied her carefully. He might not know this face, but he knew her kind. Few possessed these kind of features. Certainly no one in this world did. "You're of the Twili, aren't you?"

your dorian is fantastic!

[liven]

Well, apparently worlds will end if the other side wins or something here, too.

[ She sounds flippant, but it actually bothers her a little. Shijima herself wants to die - that doesn't mean she wants everyone else to die. Miharu. The Alya student council. The ridiculous Shimizu siblings.

There are people who ought to live. ]

Formality's a human thing, usually. But it's been pleasant to meet you as well, Dorian.

[ She doesn't mind if he mangles her name, really. Eren can't even say the entire thing and has given up trying, instead calling her "Shi". A few others just mispronounce it horribly every time.

It doesn't really matter. ]

yes.

[stickanarrowinureye]

Well. Yeah. If they didn't, if there's still a threat, then they're no better better than Coryphelus. It can't work like that. They can't both be evil. One evil, one sort of evil, yeah. But that means they're also sort of good. But you don't trust sort of evil either. And. Ugh. Look. They can't both be evil because. Then everywhere is evil!

[There's logic there, I swear. Just squint. Really, really squint.]

[stickanarrowinureye]

Yeah, that's the point. Making the shot. It's no good without moving targets. No target just trees. Lot's of trees. Anyone can hit trees, they don't move.

[She's near a snarl but okay, dislodging her arrow and honestly not hating the view right about now.]

Cute arse, too. But still an arse.

text.

[liven]

No. Do you know many gods?

[darkborn]

Then ask. I may have been able to provide.

[ For a cost, of course. She doesn't do anything without getting something in return.

-- but. She frowns, lifting her head and feeling her eyes narrow. ]

You are pressing your luck.

[songcrafter]

[As Makalaure should. Eru met that shy glance with ever present patience, and this time, did not force the little Light to remain close. He could feel it was stronger now, brighter. Healthier. Embarrassment he did not understand, and went unrecognized.]

You needed rest to recover, and so you had rest.

[Because thank you was a term that vaguely perplexed him. There was much he could learn, now, by living amongst the Created - either by his own Song, or by others'.

Even if resting made just as much sense to him, he'd witnessed it's benefit enough that he approved of it.]

[glyndwr]

[ It takes all of a second for Gansey to look up from his journal when he hears his name being called, and another for him to spin about. And there, in all of his familiarity and brilliance, is Adam. If he was delighted to find himself in this place of tales and legends, it doesn't quite hold a candle to seeing one of his friends. One of his court, so integral to his being that he doesn't even think of tricks or risks, just starts towards him at his own run. ]

Adam! Damn, is it good to see you! [ Though being in the Seelie court hasn't been a struggle for him, but it's not the same without Adam, Ronan, Noah, Blue. It never will be, either, and for this moment he forgets everything about the fae and Drabwurld and just sinks into the relief of the familiar face in the strange place. ]

[sfoils]

[ Some tables ago, Wedge saw a massive stack of pancakes, and a pitcher of syrup to go with them. ] Syrup?

[stickanarrowinureye]

Pfffft. It doesn't work if you're expecting it.

[She scrunches up her nose in a frown.]

Shite, it's just a compliment. Don't want it, don't take it.

[questdreamer]

There is, however, a flavor to dreams that this land lacks. Like perfume. Fragnant, but insubstantial. Look to your hands. Solid. Familiar. [He holds up a mitten, in possibly-helpful, possibly-just-weird demonstration.]

I am well-convinced that this is real. And I would beg, ma'am, that even if you do not, that you treat it as such.

[And with that creepy bit of advice dispensed, he addresses her question. Somewhat.]

I was born as human as any other. My name is Randolph Carter. Of Arkham, Massachusetts.

[glyndwr]

[ When they told him that he was in the Seelie court, and explained what that meant, Gansey knew that Ronan would not be there. It's not a slight against his friend in the slightest bit, or against himself, but simply their differing mindsets and ideals. That's what makes them work so well together, what balances them out. Ronan is what Gansey is not, is the reminder that to be wild sometimes means to be free, that violence may not always be the answer but sometimes it is, that your own code is just as important as the one that the rest of the world ardently follows.

So, he left as soon as he could to get to the Unseelie court, especially considering Chainsaw arrived not long after he did.

It's possible they arrive far too late, but at least they'll have arrived, meaning that he can reunite the two of them while reuniting with his likely fierce and frustrated Ronan. Chainsaw announces the moment they're close enough to Ronan for her to know, feathers puffed up and crying out for him - kerah, kerah!

It is, in actually, a relief to Gansey. He's more than willing to let her fly free of him to find her boy. ]