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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Jackson Whittemore ☽ Teen Wolf ☽ Unseelie

[lycanthnope]

[ Hey, Teen Wolf cast! Since this jerk hasn't been in the show for 100 years, I don't want to step on any toes, so I'm gonna be be playing him from that void of time before s3 starts/he leaves for London. Y'know, just so he's not naked and only holding a key. But let's PM and hash out if there's a better canon point, maybe? Or feel free to imply something different if you're commenting! Really, I'm super-open/somewhat undecided.]

Feast --> anywhere

This place is beautiful, in its otherworldly sort of way, but Jackson only sees red. He has a life to live and get back to -- a life he'd fought for, a life he'd bought at a steep price, a life that deserved to be lived to the fullest. He has to get out of here, and he'll be damned if a werewolf is ever reduced to begging for his life (again). He's not that scared child anymore, or so he tells himself.

Maybe his drink had been spiked, maybe it's some kind of wolfsbane-fueled hallucination or one of his -- one of their pack's little "training exercises." Regardless, he's clearly lost control of himself. He grits his teeth. No. Never again.
Unless stopped for conversation, he leaves the party with a scowl and goes searching for someone with real answers.

"Lydia? McCall?" He'll list out names endlessly, each one angrier than the last, until he peaks and slumps against a wall, claws out and drawing his own blood through clenched fists, in a temporary admission of defeat.


Wildcard
[ Hit me with your best shot! ]

hope you don't mind some same face shenanigans ouo

[greenies]

There's a guy sitting on the ground in Caer Scima. It's not really that abnormal for people to be freaked out upon their first arrival--Thomas was definitely one of them--but he kind of pauses, staring at the guy. He looks like a mess, and for a moment, Thomas considers just leaving him there, but, he can't. Mostly because he's got a good heart and is a leader at his core, but.

Also because where he's slumped against is the door to Thomas's room.

He squats down, plate of food in his hand to bring back to the room from the feast, and puts his hand on the guy's shoulder. "Hey, man, you okay?"

aren't those the best kind of shenanigans?

[lycanthnope]

Yeah, sorry about that door. Jackson slams his head back against it in frustration, although not quite hard enough to do any damage. His claws have already retracted.

And then, a familiar voice. "Of all the people-- Get your hands off me, Stilinski."

Even as he tries to shove Thomas away, he realizes he's talking to the wrong guy. They may look the same, but they don't smell the same. (On one hand, he should be berating himself for knowing what Stiles smells like; on the other, he should be proud of his new heightened senses. Either way, has he become some kind of weirdness magnet?)

They sure are.

[greenies]

Thomas moves out of the way before he can be shoved, mostly from instinct, jumping back to standing up, but. Before he can properly react, the name "Stilinski" comes out of the guy's mouth and Thomas's eyes pinch shut. Not this again, god. He sighs, heavily, dropping his shoulders and any of the fight in his stance.

"You're one of Stiles's friends." He'd be happy to point this one his way, it sounds like, "From--what, Beacon Hills, right?"

i am so sorry, i got crazy cold feet about apping /)__(\ but if you're still up for tagging...!

[lycanthnope]

"Friends?" Jackson scoffs. "Do I look like the kind of guy who'd waste my time around a nobody like him?"

(A nobody who's punched him in the face, chained him up in a van, saved his life more than once, probably done more for Beacon Hills than Jackson would ever admit. If this is Stiles -- if Jackson's senses are wrong -- then a confrontation is nothing he's worried about. If it really isn't, and this guy takes offense? Well. Look, he can take care of himself in a fight and he stands by his opinion of Stilinski any day of the week.)

"And what are you, his evil fairy look-alike?"

as promised 100 years ago:

[lycanthnope]

( open locket video )

[ as if coming out of the feast, still calling out for anyone familiar-- ]

--ydia! [ oh, but it's clear no friendly souls are around. his tone turns accusatory. ] Derek! McCall!

I don't know how you've managed this smoke-and-mirrors bullshit, or if you think this is some kind of funny hazing ritual, but I swear you're not getting away with it. I can still reinstate that restraining order.

attaches to your leg cutely.

[amplified]

( this is not a face she was expecting to see. possibly ever. and she just... stares, for a long time, before she picks her own locket up and pokes at it until she knows her face and voice display together. she quickly masks her shock ((and the pain associated with stupid fucking jackson and his stupid fucking face)) and tries to be relatively composed, because he's already disoriented. and pissed. )

Jackson? Is that actually you?

loses all sense of balance and rolls over

[lycanthnope]

[ Not some kind of pack hazing then. They'd never endanger a-- a human, an immune, whatever she was, whatever he couldn't hold against her anymore. It hasn't been nearly as long since he's seen her; he's going on the assumption that they were all taken together or that she's a hallucination. But he'd better treat the hallucination nicely, just in case. ]

Lydia. [ she's appearing on this locket thing, which means she's alive and well. probably. that's all he needs to know. whether they're hot or cold, whether he's passionately curled up with her or sleeping in the metaphorical doghouse, jackson whittemore will make sure he never sees lydia martin in danger again. ] Who else would it be?

How did we get here?

o deer probably crushes u

[amplified]

( make sure he never seens her in danger again until jeff davis shafts them and ruins everything for everyone who ever loved them together, sighs dramatically. lydia heaves a sigh of relief and her eyes close and the tight knot in her stomach is easy to ignore. )

That depends on where you are. The fairies use trickery and coercion to make some of us willing. Others just get taken.