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

[darkborn]

Not myself. Other means.

[ Magical or otherwise, but - well, she doesn't need to say it, surely? Magic is common here.

She turns away, her frown almost blinding with her pale features. ]

I don't need it.

[ It's not your fault, Sera. She doesn't believe in them. ]

[stickanarrowinureye]

[Squint squint squint.]

Other means?

[That's the weirdest answer ever, but she can take a hint.]

Fine.

[darkborn]

[ A flick of her fingers - covered by gloves - and the tree behind her moved, branches twisting as she called for it to twist with her fingers. ]

Other means. Power.

[ She looks away; she's not cute. Don't be ridiculous. ]

[stickanarrowinureye]

What color's green and brown make, not green.

[Tricky, tricky, tricky, hmmmn...]

Not mush, not colored, belongs but really doesn't. And nasty taste.

[sfoils]

[ Wedge wishes Wes were here. Not only would he really get along with this woman, but someone would end up running around naked, or wake up in the punch bowl tomorrow. ] I thought nasty taste was the point. Because if not, we could add more hard liquor.

[stickanarrowinureye]

Right. But. Green punch is punch. Brown punch is piss.

[Her logic sometimes...]

[stickanarrowinureye]

[Oh nooooo maaaage. Gross groaning noises.]

Eugh, that's not normal, you. You're supposed to be normal.

[sfoils]

[ Wedge wants to argue that brown urine (instead of yellow) is a medical condition. But that's not the point here.

He crosses his arms, watching people pass by. ] So, it needs to be green or green-ish so it'll blend with the punch without discoloring it. [ Pureed green veggies?

He's still of a mind to just mix hard liquor into it and watch as people stumble after a single drink. ]

[darkborn]

[ She laughs at that, a little twitch of her lips as she actually looks at Sera properly. ]

And what is 'normal' for you?

anna ( frozen ) seelie

[deiced]

( FEAST - I. )

[ Chocolate.

Oh, part of Anna knows she should be a lot more suspicious about all this, but those fairies were so cute and they kept calling her precious and now there's so much food... It couldn't hurt to take a little. One. Four? Make it six to be safe. She's got serious hamster cheeks going on by the time she finds herself looking for a plate to pile more up on - because it's there, right? It'd be rude to decline it when they've gone to all this trouble.

Her etiquette tutor would cry if he could see her now. More than he already does, of course, because she's never been good at all that stuff. But now she's reaching across people, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand... and turning around only to bump right into someone and unceremoniously drop everything right on the floor. ]

Oh! Aha, sorry, that was my fault...

( FEAST - II. )

[ Eventually even Anna's had enough to eat. She's still carrying some around with her on a little plate; not the most princessly of things to do, but it's so good... But that's not important. She's got no idea where she is and she needs to find Elsa.

Either she'll be asking someone nearby, or she might get your attention and ask you. ]

Excuse me - ehe, sorry - have you seen my sister? Elsa. About this tall, very pale, last I saw her she was wearing this dress that I'm pretty sure is made of ice...

( LOCKET. )

[ The feed opens on an extreme closeup of Anna's eye, like she's trying to see back through the other way, like she's totally misunderstood the concept of a video link. Which is pretty accurate. ]

Hello?

[ She's shouting a little bit, unsure how exactly the people on the other side are going to hear her otherwise. Hearing no immediate response and seeing nothing that helps, she pulls the thing away from her face and gives it a frustrated little huff. ]

Is this thing even... [ Deep breath. Assume it's working because you're sunk if it's not. Keep going. ] ... Okay, hi. My name is Princess Anna of Arendelle and I'm not really sure what's going on? I don't know anything about fighting - I mean okay so I punched Prince Hans but only because he really deserved it, like really deserved it - uh, but, yeah. What I'd really like is to go home? We just got the summer back and all so me and my sister have got kind of a lot of catching up on running a country to do... heh... Thanks.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor fidgets shyly, eyes down ]

You did not have to stay.

[songcrafter]

[Most curious. But that was Makalaure, and Eru did not mind.]

Where else should I be but here to nurture one of my precious Children to restore their Light?

[stickanarrowinureye]

Not that! Trees. Don't move. People. Don't make trees move. People move themselves. And trees just... grow and stuff. But they don't move.

[She puts her arrow back in her quiver. What a bummer.]

[bythewaves]

[ A shy puzzled stare from the corner of his eye ]

Surely my Lord has better places to be?

[ he fiddles absently with the blankets and it is only then that he realises ]

My hand! It doesn't hurt!

[darkborn]

And what if I'm not a person?

[ So does that mean she isn't cute anymore? :( She knew it was a lie. ]

I could be something else.

[stickanarrowinureye]

Oh, finally you get it.

[At this rate, she may just approve the liquor idea.]

[stickanarrowinureye]

[ :< ]

Ugh, stop talking! You were fine until now and now you're just wrong.

[darkborn]

[ This is why you don't hit on cute girls, Sera. Literally. ]

You are the one that started talking to me. I did not ask for this.

[stickanarrowinureye]

[But why are all the cuties the weird ones. :C ]

Piss.

[And she'll just turn on her heel and run away.]

[songcrafter]

Time is vast and I can attend to other things at other points.

[At the time being, nothing was more important than Makalaure and healing him. The realization the little Light had then earned a light laugh.]

Nor will it.

[darkborn]

[ Her smile is wry as she watches her go, shaking her head.

Serves you right c: ]

[bythewaves]

[ Shy wonder and building joy as he stares at his hand, the scars faded to barely visible things, the pain vanished as if it had never been, and the tears that fall are those of joy ]

Thank you. [ he chokes out ] You... my Lord is gracious and compassionate beyond my understanding.

[sfoils]

[ Wedge raises an eyebrow at that. It's meant as friendly ribbing, however. ] All this thinking is making me thirsty. [ So he picks up the bottle of whiskey and downs half of it in a single go.

This is not as impressive as it looks. ] I'm Wedge, by the way. Wedge Antilles. Nice to meet you. [ Even if the circumstances are very, very strange. ]

[songcrafter]

[The shy little Light just brought joy to him as he watched Makalaure see what had been done while he rested. Eru couldn't, nor did he really attempt, do anything but pull the little Child to him again in a warm embrace of love.]

You have suffered long, my Minstrel. Will you walk with me, now?

[envoyoftwilight]

"She does flatter us, so," he'd said, a line that echoed between her ears.

Midna was really no stranger to distaste. And while she couldn't quite grasp what had his proverbial breeches twisted up, she assumed (wrongly so) that they very well may have shared sentiments on their positions in this new and foreign land. And the moment she began to think like that, she tensed, even in the middle of a long drink of wine, which wasn't as bad as she'd assumed it would be. Although it could not, like many other things, compare to the Twili's own court. If it could even be called a court.

It had not dawned on her that he wouldn't be familiar with her. Very clearly he was the same man who had pulled on Zant's strings, and yet his single question briefly left her in a transparently surprised state. "I am," she confirmed for him, thinking there no reason to lie. "You do not know who I am." Stating the obvious, "And yet I know you well enough."

As well as she wanted to know him, anyway, which was mostly not at all.