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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[half_faerie]

What?

[and he's just going to stare back at her in complete and utter confusion. it's a look she ought to be used to by now.]

What are you talking about?

[at least he didn't say cake. the dormouse part of him doesn't really think about much else.]

HOPEFULLY IT WILL NOT BE NECESSARY FOR MUCH LONGER

[inafadingcrown]

[A smile plays about her lips, like a teacher watching a clever student puzzle something out.]

'Timeless' is an apt descriptor. The elves of Arda, my people, do not age in the manner of Men. I am a product of a time before the race of Men, before the sun and moon. Perhaps that is what you sense.

[wipedclean]

Yes.

[The whole situation is stupidly complicated, and he hasn't been paying perhaps as much attention as he should, but then, he doesn't really care. It's not his mission, so why should he?

His handlers would be appalled. He's not sure if that makes him anxious or satisfied.

Besides, as of yet there hasn't been any one clear thing to focus on. It was definitely easier when he was given missions, because then he had a target, or several targets, and he had a focus. Here? There's too much going on.

So far his primary focus has been himself.]

Don't spend much time here.

[It's distracting. Unsettling. And Steve's not allowed here.]

[terriblycrowded]

"Yes, yes, well you are always rushing off somewhere and never did stick around to mind time. Though I'm afraid we're still quite at odds and he refuses to come to tea."

And follow he did of course, a few steps behind her and still picking up odd things here and there and looking at them. Occasionally laughing at some of the residents that passed by.

"As long as it's for Alice I'd wait however long it took. Though since there's no more waiting we simply must get started."

[wolvering]

[Pod's expression is of awe as the wolf comes closer. She's seen wolves aplenty, but none so white and so... Well, wolves don't normally have red markings like that. This is no mere wolf, Pod decides, though exactly what she might be, Pod is unsure.

Her awe is broken into giggles at the greeting, and Pod accepts it with all the grace of someone used to the animals of the world and their ways of saying hello.

The wolverine, on the other hand, grumbles a bit. That's his person Ameterasu is getting so familiar with so fast! But it's halfhearted, and he merely clambers into Pod's lap afterward, making her laugh some more as she runs her hands through his fur.

A moment later one hand falls a little bit towards the white wolf, silently asking if she'd like ear-scritches too.]

I've never seen your like before. Aren't you a beautiful one? Oof, Kiga, how will I finish cooking with you on me?

[glacio]

[ let's be real - even with Elsa being super great at all the etiquette lessons she's ever sat through, that sort of stuff gets thrown out the window when it's feast time and she knows there's going to be a big table of sweets with no shortage of chocolate. so she makes her usual rounds, Siku following close behind ( and around, and through her feet, because so many people and so many smells everywhere ahh so excited ahh ), all very casual and poised and respectable, but.

well.

chocolate.

she has her back turned to the table as she starts to slowly make her way towards it, tiny steps, nodding along to a long goodbye until finally the other person turns away and she can get right to the desserts-! ]

Oh! [ almost in sync with the person she turned into, and she almost ducks down right away to help clean up, but no, she should reassure the person first, since they're apologizing and- wait. she- knows that voice.

when she looks up, she looks shocked and excited all at once. overwhelmed! is probably the word. but she can't really think. for a split second anyway. ]

Anna. [ a laugh bubbles up before she snaps out of her shock, and then she's stepping forward to pull her into a hug and she definitely just stepped on a cookie or something crunchy because she can feel it get crushed under her shoe but it doesn't matter it doesn't matter even the littlest bit ] You're here. I can't believe you're really here. [ but she is! and she should probably stop crushing her! ] -- Sorry, oh. [ cookieshoe. she looks down to check out the damage, but she can.. deal with that later. or you know, Siku can. she's definitely checking out the crumbs and seeing what's suitable for nibbling on. ] Oops? [ aand there's another little laugh once she looks back up at her sister again, one that peters off into a sigh and a kind of overly relieved look ] It's so good to see you.

[gazeback]

Are you utterly daft?

[ a rhetoric question, truly given that tristan is so preoccupied with cake while they're both as far away from their homes as possible. she gestures around them. ]

Does that seem like home to you! what have you done? you've landed us in the middle of a fae war!

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel looks a little put off at the fear, but she tries to be friendly.]

I mean you no harm, and... thank you. It was kind of you to return it. Not many would have.

[daventries]

[ Uh. UH.

All those fluffy, gushy feelings just came to a screeching halt. Not because she doesn't like the affection but-- ]

Wait.

[ She thought she had told him months ago... ]

Edgar, what are you doing?

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[daventries]

[ Indeed, her hand nearly connects with him when she goes to grab some of the food, and she suddenly hears a quiet bout of shouting at her from...somewhere? Rosella casts her eyes around, looking this way and that, until her eyes finally land on the small man (fairy?) down at the table.

Rosella snatches her hand back, alarmed. ]

Oh!

[ This isn't the first time she's come across (what she believes to be) a fairy, but never one thrusting a small sword at her. ]

I am so sorry!

[ Wait. Why is she even apologizing? ]

You're simply...so small. I didn't even see you down there.

[half_faerie]

Wait a moment. How is this my fault? [the confusion is still there, but it's taken a backseat to the familiar exercise of arguing with yvaine.]

I was a dormouse and then I woke up here! I didn't do anything!

[debts]

[ Her mouth curves up then down. Like a peace offering, some brief, wry glance at a smile. ]

Can't imagine why.

[ Natasha's considering it. Staying in the pit of vipers is easier than trying to navigate your way around it. You learn faster, you're better prepared. But there are limitations as much as there are dangers. ]

Though I don't think they'd let you stay over there, either. [ Which is her way of asking where he spends his time, then. ]

[wolvering]

[There is a tiny girl with pure white hair staring. She is, surprisingly, not at all afraid, though she looks rather disappointed under the awe. Snatching sheep? That doesn't seem very much like a noble dragon.

And she's not quite sure how to address this dragon. Well, the dragon will correct her if she's wrong, right?

The quite large and handsome wolverine at her side, however, does not like this plan and grumbles his displeasure. What if the dragon mistakes his person for a sheep? That would get messy.]

Did the farmer gift those sheep to you, Your Grace?

[Something in her tone says she doesn't quite think so.]

[gallopingarcher]

[She sets her plate down and beams at him.]

Oh, thank you! There are so many people that I keep worrying if I stay on my hooves too much longer that I might step on someone, and I wouldn't want that.

[And then she turns to getting herself settled. It involves three chairs, and some very careful maneuvering on her part, but she manages to get herself on them, essentially laying across them with her front hooves dangling (and swinging happily back and forth, in time with her swishing tail.)]

I've never been at a party like this before. The food looks delicious.

[gazeback]

A what?

[ she stares at him and well, perhaps the journey drove him bonkers, she's not truly surprised. of course it would have to be her responsibility to deliver a half mad boy to victoria without even the babylon candle which stuck them here to begin with. ]

You were a person. As much as that person as that hag of a witch and now look where the babylon candle and your stupid think of home led us! And instead of trying to find a way out you're eating?!

[ another shove. for good measure. ]

[arla]

[ She is rather surprised at how distant Leliana seems. They are not, of course, the closest of friends or comrades...but this is unlike her now, past the ball in Halamshiral, when she has gained some of her hope and strength. But she cannot even begin to guess - or realize - the true meaning behind Leliana's edges now.

For her part, however, she bristles at the title. ] I am neither 'lady' nor Inquisitor here, Leliana. You do not need to use formalities with me.

[ It is as close as she can manage to say, 'There is safety here', because there is not, and no amount of goading or encouraging would be able to change her mind. Nasrin cannot lie to her. Her nod, in turn, is solemn, and she turns to look for any Harts, any non-equine mounts for her to use. ]

I was...simply looking.

[ Truth be told, she does not feel comfortable in the Unseelie Court, and was using any excuse to go elsewhere. Though her mind remains on Thedas, threatened by both the war in the courts and Corypheus, her heart is also set on the future, and in recovering and preserving that which has been lost. Perhaps, just perhaps, she will find answers in a world away from home. ]

I had been told of strange spirits in Loch Noa and had been hoping to go looking for myself. It would...provide me some time to become acquainted to this world, and perhaps I would find answers away from the court.

[ And who better to explore the wilds than a Dalish? ]

You seem to have had a similar thought, though, or you would not be here.

[wipedclean]

[He snorts. No. He doubts they'd even let him close.]

There's other places.

[Two in particular. Steve had even said... he said once the Station was fixed up they could stay there. Neutral ground.

He's still thinking about that one.]

[gallopingarcher]

We must come from-- [She's heard of nudists, but! It's just so... She can't help the blush.] ...very different places.

[But then he asks that question, and well, it was a very recent thing and she's still kind of upset about it.]

The same kind of creep that would sneak up and peak on my mother in the bath! My father and I chased him, but he got away, so it's only a matter of time before he does something so horrible to somebody else!

[This is a big deal to her, and she paws one hoof on the floor in frustration. They should have been able to catch him. He was only a two-legged ...well, Himeno isn't quite sure if he was human, but!]

[belligerents]

Or friendly. [Which is saying something considering they are used to Grounders who are pretty savage as far as people go. The people on the ground have certainly reverted in many ways, and Raven is very much reminded of the lifestyle, at least what she has seen from Lincoln and the others who tried to attack the drop ship. Her lip curls at the thought as she looks around, clearly not pleased with what they have to deal with.

But like him she's cautious. It's hard to ignore the smells of the rich food, and her eyes keep darting back to the people sitting at the tables. Could it be so bad? She knows there's about a hundred and one things they need to do, and she isn't sure how useful she'll be in a place like this. So far she hasn't seen any signs of tech, wires or even electricity. Fairies are some how still old school.

It seems fitting with the way they told those tales. Still a disgruntled Raven isn't happy about what that means for her which means very little when presented with this much food.]

No one seems to be dying or hallucinating. Whatever this magic is, I'm wondering if it's worth it if we don't have to live off dried jerky. [She nods toward an open spot at one of the tables, trying to drag him that way though Bellamy controls more of the movement with two working legs. But the mechanic is long past that. There seems to be all types of meats, pies, gravies, jams, and baked goods. This is far better than she can imagine, not having experienced Mt. Weather for self.]

We can scout the place out after.

[half_faerie]

Well, what else do you-- Ah.

[wait a minute. the witch and the candle...]

I think we must have come from different places. The candle didn't take us here, it stranded us on a cloud.

[he's almost maddeningly matter of fact about the whole thing. after all, he knows it happened even if yvaine wants to argue the point with him. his scarred and largely useless left hand lies on top of the table in testament to that.]

[testgasm]

[He swallows hard and nods, finding some satisfaction in listening to her repeat his name back to him. They can't take that away, at the very least.]

I mean, they didn't tell me anything.

[Which isn't exactly true--he was just sort of panicking through it.]

I'm not--I'm not human, if that's what you mean.

[starspangled]

Well, you seemed to think that you couldn't wear bikinis anymore anyway.

[And what's a metaphorical vacation without a little trip to the beach? Steve smiles a little, but it fades before he confirms what she's really asking.]

Yeah. The view here's only so-so, if you get my meaning. You might see an old friend of mine on yours though.

[And he's a little nervous about how that's gonna go down, but it's better to warn her.]

Bucky's here.

gotta catch 'em all

[aslandish]

[ He is rather large, isn't he? Not quite the size of a horse, as he has been at times, but certainly a bit bigger than the average lion.

Aslan rumbles quietly.

Well met, Amaterasu. The warmth and brightness of the sun -- he knows it well. My name is Aslan. ]

[debts]

[ She huffs out a laugh. That amusement settles in her eyes and doesn't go away— she adapts to the use of shorthand easily. Even with how quick Natasha is, though, it's hard to miss how her expression shutters at the mention of the Winter Soldier. ]

We said hello.

[ She lifts her brows in a way that suggests that nothing bad went down, exactly, but it doesn't make her comfortable. ]

He seemed— [ A pause. ] —lost.

[sweetestsmile]

[Now that he's gotten enough to satisfy himself, he wipes off his sword and sheaths it, then picks up the sliver of almond and the tiny, tiny slices of fruit he's put on it. And then he jumps, making it to a spot on one of the large, ornate candlesticks lining the table, and closer to her natural line of sight in a single leap. He takes a bite of grape before responding.]

Have you thought that maybe you're the one that's so large?

[He's teasing a little bit there, grin crooked, but then it goes more sincere.]

I am glad you didn't get cut, though. I'm not entirely sure how to tend an injury on a--

[Stomper is probably rude. What did MK and her father call themselves?] ...human.