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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[belligerents]

[With a pained grunt the mechanic rolls onto her stomach to try and prop herself up. After a feel around for her crutches or anything that could have fallen out of the bag to help her, she curses under her breath. Raven doesn't want him to stoop down. She can handle this or so she thinks. It takes all of her upper body strength to pull herself up and then try and roll her legs under her.]

What are you doing here? [That is her way of saying hello, not letting him help or feel bad for her. Raven is capable and too stubborn for that anyway. Of course the way they've left her like this isn't helpful, but is she surprised he's at her side? Even if what he's telling her makes no sense. That doesn't matter because there are more important things.]

I thought you were going to get Finn.

[anarchos]

Because I like to time my kidnappings with inconvenience. [Hello to you to, Raven. Fortunately, he recognizes that's her form of greeting.]

[Bellamy also recognizes the kind of person she is, and makes no sign that he's going to help her, or pity her, or anything of the sort. Not unless she asks, or he needs to get her out of there fast. What he does instead is let his eyes dart around them, looking for more familiar faces, on guard for possible threats.]

I don't think here is Earth anyway. [Which is kind of baffling and frustrating to admit.]

[belligerents]

[She's not entirely sure what she can do from this position. Raven has moved her leg around so she's at least sitting on the ground, but standing is altogether a different beast. She's glad she isn't in pain, and that surgery could have certainly gone worse, but she isn't doing any better here in the Drabwurld, and she doesn't have an engineering friend to rig something up in the mean time. And Raven isn't going to ask.

Looking put out she finally settles on listening to him, because she can't get up and what he's saying makes absolutely no sense.]

How did we lose our planet?

[anarchos]

[He'd sit too, if he wasn't so concerned about needing to get to his feet quickly. The whole place is too goddamn shady - as if he's anyone to talk about shady behaviors, so it's probable they don't even stand out like he imagines.]

Your guess is as good as mine, considering I was literally dropped here the same way, and not that long ago either. [He takes another glance around them.] Haven't seen anyone else yet.

[belligerents]

[Well isn't he luck with his two functioning legs. It's not like she wasn't shot making sure Murphy didn't kill him. Though she doesn't say anything more on that. She is aware of just how much she's sticking out, just chilling on the floor while others are meandering to the hall. This is not what she wants at all.

But Raven doesn't ask.]

Well are you going to help me up so we can go look for them? [Or is he going to leave her there at eye level with his crotch? She blinks slowly to look up at him, not offering her arms like some child, but if he leans over her, maybe she can pull herself up to hobble on him. Raven needs to do something about this situation, and she isn't going to let him leave her. They aren't back home where she's too important as a mechanic. She is not getting left behind.]

[anarchos]

[And there it is. He wouldn't ever consider leaving her there on the floor, but to just lift her without warning would probably result in a punch to the face.]

[Bellamy leans in closer, a grin flickering on his face. He doesn't grab her, leaving the choice hers as to where she wants to use him for balance, and he'll go from there. To him, Raven is a lot of things, but never useless, not even here.]

Two sets of eyes are better than one.

[belligerents]

[She wraps her arms around his neck, using her good leg to push underneath her. There's a small grunt as she tries to pull herself up while her bad leg just ends up sliding under her. It isn't very ceremonious, but Raven is still trying to learn how to maneuver herself now that this is very much her reality. Once standing she leaves one arm around his shoulders before situating her shirt. Her mouth remains thin, lips pulled in with a mild look of discomfort.]

Thanks. [Her appreciation is genuine, but rushed. She doesn't want to linger on the subject any more than she has to, but she knows Bellamy at least understands her. They're alike in a lot of ways.

People start filing past them and into the grand hall. Even from there, she can smell the food wafting from the hall. It's food rich in gravies, meats, roasted vegetables, many of the smells something she's never came into contact before. She's too used to rations on the ark and what little dried meats, berries, and nuts they could find. Despite the rumble in her stomach though, she doesn't know exactly what to make of this place. Do they trust it or not?]

What do you think of this place? [Considering he was head of security on the ground for the 100, she trusts his judgment. In lieu of Clarke not being there, he's probably the person she trusts the most.]

[anarchos]

[He helps her stand, by nature of standing up himself, and once she situates herself, he drops at arm at her waist. Bellamy gives a nod at her 'thanks,' not particularly interested in dragging it out himself.]

[He starts to walk - it's not slow, but it's not fast either. He wants to find a pace that works for them both and doesn't make them stand out.] Oddly enough, some of it feels like home. [Earth home, at least. The way the feast is being held reminds him of the Grounders, and another whiff of the food reminds him of how hungry he is. But he's wary about eating it.]

Figured I could wait and see if anyone keels over from eating before we even think about trying anything. [It looks more well prepared than anything he's ever seen in his life. Or maybe it just seems that way, given what he's gotten used to dieting on.] I'm still working on how much of this fairy stuff is bullshit. Maybe we've been slipped some kinda hallucinogenic. [Because the way his life's gone, getting drugged doesn't even seem out of place.]

[belligerents]

[The atmosphere does remind her of home, their earth home. The fight for survival is just beneath the surface, to do what one must. She can feel it strumming through them like an engine in a ship. She holds on tighter to him. She isn't afraid of her surroundings, but he's the only thing familiar, and she isn't looking to get in the middle of anything (though she certainly will if she must). For now neither one wants to stick out. They're just two young adults hobbling into the Unseelie mess hall.

No one seems to be falling over, though she still has her reservations about this place. Being kidnapped is not a good way to get on her good side: granted she knows there's not much she can do in this state, and they softened her by at least giving her Bellamy. She's not likely to punch anyone. At least right now.]

If this is the nuts, how are we hallucinating the same thing? [Raven remembers that incident well. She was still with Finn and had to babysit the 100 while they tripped. But this? She looks around at some of the people who aren't humans, the confusion clear on her face.]

Where did we end up, Bellamy?

[anarchos]

[He doesn't miss her grip tightening, and though he doesn't react outwardly, he understands it. They have precious little moments to lower their guard anywhere, and it extends into this court. He might be protective over all the 100 (or at least, what's left of them), but there are still those he trusts more than others, and Raven's gotten fairly high on that list - in a small list, she's one he's glad to be here with.]

[Bellamy scowls a bit. Hallucinations usually aren't collective. His own last experiences were traumatic at its finest, but at least here there aren't any corpse. So far.] Fairy magic. [He spits it out hotly, still in disbelief, but then starts to wonder - could they produce a mass hallucinogenic?]

[He shuffles a glare at at imp who looks at them in a way Bellamy deems a little too wrong. It scrambles off, and he adjusts his grip on Raven's waist.] Nowhere good, if they had to force us into it.

[Because that's the thought at the forefront right now - no matter how appetizing and welcoming the food looks, there has to be a catch. There's always a catch.] We'll have to ask around. Not everyone looks... local. [He's caught sight of people looking just as out of place as the two of them, even though their grime and hard looks seem to mesh well enough.]

[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.

[anarchos]

I can deal with unfriendly. [He can deal with a lot, in all honesty, and snapping at people comes easily, especially when they're picking fights first.]

[Bellamy sighs a little, because his empty stomach is near ready to punch his paranoia in the face. He hasn't seen food this appetizing in forever, and Raven's logic about it isn't helping fight that urge to eat. Nor is the way she tries to direct him towards a table.]

[He could stop her, easily. He has the strength and capacity, but he gets a whiff of some kind of pork, thinks about the words dried jerky, and he finds himself walking them both in the direction she intended.]

Seems stupid to kill off a bunch of people you just kidnapped, too. [It's half to her, half to himself, to reassure himself that the food is fine, but it makes sense too. And that they need full stomachs if they're going to do a full and whole scouting mission later, with no growling giving them away.]

[He half lowers her towards the bench, but he's not settling her - he's just moving himself, and her, to give her the best angle to get her own self situated however she wants.]

[belligerents]

[She'll take whatever excuses he wants to give right now. Her paranoia isn't quite as bad, and her own stomach is winning out at the smell of the meat. Right now if she had to sell her soul away, she just might to get a bite of that roast. Raven is so over it, Bellamy doesn't get a response as he finally gets them close enough she can at least lean on the table to set herself down. He does get a mild look of gratitude as she sits on the wooden bench. She isn't in the most comfortable position, but she can throw her good leg on the other side so she's straddling the bench.

At this point that's just good enough for her. Already she's having dishes passed to her, things only ever really talked about. Her family might not have been quite the working class, though it was mostly just her and being a mechanic as it was, but this food is much richer than she's used to, and even as she's passing Bellamy the plate with the pork loin on it, she's got a chunk in her mouth.]

So what's the plan? [Because even with the food in front of her, she's not quite the level of enchanted as Jasper or Month might be. They do need to get back down to business. There are others missing, and they need to get back to their people and the survivors of the Ark landing. Cutting up some of the casseroles, she looks to him for where they are going to go next.]

[anarchos]

[He sits down next to her, though he's not so immediate in his eating endeavors. Bellamy takes the pork plate, dumping some on his own, but he's a lot slower in choosing what else he wants. His stomach grumbling is almost enough to make him dive in recklessly, but first he cases out the rest of the table -]

[Before turning back to Raven.] I want to find out if anyone else is here. [Back home, most of his people are still stuck in Mount Weather. From what he learned via Clarke, giant fancy feasts are par for the course in the safe little killzone of the mountain, so it sets him a little on edge. At least imps and fairies don't seem the type to come after his blood, in the literal medicinal sense.]

But I want to get a better layout of where we are first. Just because there's a feast doesn't mean everyone's attending. [It's what Clarke might do too, he thinks, at last taking a small bite of the pork. He almost closes his eyes with how good it tastes - he can't even remember if he had something that edible and appetizing on the Ark.]

[His voice drops a bit:] The sooner we figure out what we're here with, exactly, the sooner we can find a way out.

[Bellamy's not sure the Earth is the best place to return to - but he's not going to stay stuck here without everyone else. He's argued with the Ark survivors enough about rescuing his people - he's not going to give up now.]

[Besides, he wants to know who thinks they can just drag him here and use him. He's done with being used.]

[belligerents]

Weapons, [She ceremoniously says around a mouth full of food before swallowing it. Sorry, Bellamy. She relates to his trust, but right now the steaming piles of hot food are just too demanding to give in to the paranoia.]

We need to arm ourselves. If they've kidnapped us, there's no telling what else they have planned.

[Although there's a pause, because there doesn't seem to be much tech here. She looks from the people around them back to him.]

Think they have any guns?

[anarchos]

[He doesn't care at all about her supposed bad manners. He's seen worse, and he's a few bites from talking with his own mouthful.]

[He drops his voice low, so only Raven can hear.] I showed up with a gun. But no extra ammo. Not sure if it's their kind of tool though.

[Bellamy pauses himself, to take another bite of the pork, and he hasn't quite swallowed when he picks up again.] Don't wanna waste it, unless it's an emergency. They've gotta have an arsenal like the Grounders do, at the very least. [You know, judging from the style of this place so far. Swords, knives, spears - if they have to make due without guns, he's not too concerned, considering how well he adapted to bladed weapons.]

If they won't give us anything, we'll just have to find it for ourselves. [He has absolutely no qualms about stealing from kidnappers tbh.]

[belligerents]

[She listens carefully, picking around some hunks of what she thinks is chicken. It could be some other pheasant, but Raven doesn't care. It's roasted and the skin on it is crispy. She isn't questioning the food right now, not when it seems safe over all.

Weapons on the other hand? She can understand where he's coming from, and she's not surprised he's packing.]

I can't believe they've never heard of guns. [Of course she doesn't know about the Station, yet, but she's not really looking forward to what she has to offer.]

There's another court though-- the imp said something about a war. Think Clark or any of the others could be there? [It's a start at least.]