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TEST DRIVE MEME #8

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01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD.
The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you not with mirthful revelry, this time around dear friends. There is a seriousness in the air, though the food is still hearty and the imps still mischievous. 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! Be mindful, though -- the monarchs are watching and cross court communication should be done with the utmost secrecy.

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( FEAST )

[ Elena Gilbert has witnessed the impossible. she's been sacrificed to break an ancient curse, then brought back to life. she has laid eyes on vampires and werewolves. there is nothing in the world left for her to discover — she's surely seen it all. except, of course, she hasn't. it's an entirely new experience for her, being stuffed in a sack and dragged unceremoniously to the Drabwurld. and, you know, she wouldn't say it's an experience she wants to go through again.

despite treating her like an inanimate object, they claim she's precious. special. it's the kind of thing she's used to hearing as a Petrova doppelganger, the perfect sacrifice. she's getting tired of always having to be something and that something never being just Elena. still, she partakes in the festivities as much as she can in her current state. she eats a little, mingles a little. she gazes at people dancing, so carefree and effortless. for the most part, though, she just observes. it's an incredibly grand celebration, but perhaps that's what it's like for imps. she turns to face the nearest person and asks: ]

So, is it always big celebrations like this?

( CASTLE )

[ Elena wanders aimlessly through the castle halls, dazed and unsure of how to feel. none of it feels real yet; more like a strangely vivid dream. she's so caught up in her thoughts that if she happens to walk right into someone, well — it is what it is. ]

Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I— [ she fumbles over her words, flustered by the whole situation. ] Sorry. [ Elena points at herself, a sheepish smile on her face. ] I'm new here, so... still getting my bearings.

[ if they were ever in the same situation as her, she hopes they can understand. it's overwhelming, to say the least. ]

( WILDCARD )

[ pleeease feel free to do whatever you want! lockets, feast, station, idc! ]

[He'd seen her. Of course he'd seen her. But he also thought it was Katherine, here to bug the crap out of him like usual. Which made him broody. He'd climbed his way up to actually be semi-important here, yet knowing that Katherine was flitting around with her head still attached to her shoulders was a perpetual thorn in his side.

So he scowled. And brooded. And drank probably a bit too much. But he still stayed. Why? Because he knew the song and dance by now. This was new recruit time. If someone did happen to get dragged in from his home, he wanted to be here to get them. If they came here.

He'd lost track of Katherine, but then there she was beside him, talking to him. He opened his mouth to tell her to -- well, it wasn't for the delicate ears, but the words finally filtered through. Then he peered at her. Uncertain. Mouth in a thin line as he looked to see those differences.]

Elena?

[Katherine did dainty and damsel in distress if it could get her what she wanted, but she also knew better than to try that on him. He'd happily break her neck. And worse.

But Elena...]

[ She doesn't expect to see somebody from home. It's a world filled with imps and fairies, what are the chances of someone else from Mystic Falls showing up?

Pretty good, apparently.

She turns to Damon and speaks before it registers who he is. It's strange to see him without the backdrop of Mystic Falls behind him; her mouth drops open for a moment, no sound coming out but a small, incredulous huff for a moment. ]

Oh my god, Damon.

[ Elena wrinkles her brow, that unbelieving stare still on her face. It's Damon, he's always unpredictable, surprising her — but this is more than she's come to expect from him. Judging by the look on his face, she surprised him, too. She wants to discuss their situation, but first, she has to ask. Last night's memory is still fresh in her mind: Stefan, if this is you, you'll be okay. You can survive this. Whatever you do, I love you, Stefan. Hold onto that. Never let that go. ]

—Is Stefan here?

[Trust her to say the exact wrong thing at the exact wrong time. She may as well have just wound up and given him a kick to the nuts and it showed in the deepening of his scowl.]

Sorry, no, your fanged prince isn't coming to whisk you away. You'll just have to deal with second best.

[Over a year here away from them and it still stung. But really, what was a year to a vampire? Especially one nearing his second century.

He clearly needed more to drink. Where the hell was his flask?]

[ She rolls her eyes and glares at him. He may be nearing his second century, but he's still a baby. ]

You know that's not what I meant. I just thought—

[ Elena trails off. She doesn't want to get into it with Damon, not right now. If he wants to have an argument, he'll have to wait. She fidgets with her vervain necklace, looking out into the horde of revelers. ]

Never mind. I'm glad you're here, Damon. [ She offers this as a small way of appeasing him. Damon isn't second-best, he's just different. ] That means you have a shard, too?

Lucky me. Don't get too cocky over it. Katherine's here too.

[Ah, there it was. He pulled it out and undid the cap, taking a large swig.

Then another.

Maybe one more.

But angry at her or not, he still had unresolved feelings, so he held the flask out to her -- if she wanted some.]

We've been here before. You don't remember?

[ Katherine. Quite frankly, if Katherine has a shard, Elena isn't sure she wants one. Of course, they always seem to have quite a bit in common. More than she'd like to admit. Before she can bemoan Katherine's presence, though, Damon mentions they've been here before. At first, she thinks it must be a figure of speech, that they've been in a similar situation before, but she doesn't recall ever having been whisked away to a magical land before. ]

No?

[ Doubts begin to seep into her mind; maybe Damon's trying to fool her, make her think she's going crazy. If he wanted to do that, though, it's too late. She's already in Fairyland. ]

Sorry, I... don't know what you're talking about.

[He gives a small shrug, like it's not a big deal. Which it wasn't. Not really.]

We were here a couple years ago -- well, fairy-years. Then you left and I went back and then... wound up here again over a year ago. Fun times. Don't bother trying to figure out how I've been here when I'm at home. Magic, fairies, blah blah, whatever. It's all a bunch of crap that doesn't actually make any logical sense, but it is what it is.

[Another sip when Elena doesn't take hers. Fine. He'll drink it himself.]

[ If she hadn't wanted to drink before, she certainly doesn't now. She'd like to keep her mind clear, so she can wrap it around these impossibilities. ]

You're not joking, [ Elena replies slowly, like it's just now registering. She lets out a sharp exhale, running a hand over her scalp. ] Wow. Okay. That's— more to take in than the imps, actually.

[ The imps are just another supernatural creature, when it comes down to it — werewolves, vampires, hybrids, it's not a stretch to include imps on the list of Actually Real Things. Losing time, however? That's somewhat concerning. ]

How long was I here?

Not long. A month or so. And you were on the other side.

[He pointed in a direction that may or may not be towards the seelies, missing jabbing a troll in the ear and getting a dirty look for his efforts. Damon gave him one back.]

No harm came to your pretty little head, don't worry about it. Then you just... poofed back.

[And he'd been left here alone for another month until it seemed he'd followed.]

[ Elena looks at the nearby troll with a look of surprise rather than Damon's expression of disdain. It seems silly to still be surprised by anything anymore, but she still is. ]

And that's normal here? [ She's assuming it is, anyway, by the way he talks about it. If it had been an oddity, he would've been more shocked to see her. ] People just... poofing away, just like that?

Yes and no. Most don't seem to come back. I guess we're special.

[Another sip from his flask at the irony of that statement. Now what was he going to do? She was here and clearly human, so Katherine was probably going to toy with her.

Did he care? He shouldn't. She'd chosen Stefan. Again. He had obligations and responsibilities. He was a dick.]

[ Ange sighed, irked, and put her hands on her hips. Being bumped into didn't hurt, but it was an annoying topping to an annoying day. ]

What does being new have to do with watching where you're going?

[ Elena cocks an eyebrow, clearly having expected her victim to forgive her. She doesn't take particularly kindly to being treated like an annoyance; empathy may be one of her strongest traits, but it doesn't make her a doormat. Still, she's certain everyone must be a little on edge here if they're supposed to be fighting a war, so she lets this one slide. ]

Just— a little disoriented, that's all? Like I said, sorry. It won't happen again, hopefully.

Hopefully, [ Ange repeated, then shrugged, yielding slightly. Even for a fussy person like herself, being more than momentarily irritated over something this small too much. ]

Whatever. It is depressing enough to be disorienting.

[ The sad part is that this doesn't even rank in the top 10 for Elena's most depressing moments. All things considered, this is one of her less awful experiences. ]

I take it you weren't exactly planning on coming to Imp-Land, either. Were you in the middle of anything important?

I was opening the cafe for the day. [ It came out confidently, clearly indicating that she thought it was important -- but as soon as the sentence was out of her mouth, she grimaced a little, knowing that it didn't sound important. But that sort of thing was the reason they'd done all the important fighting, and done all the important fighting the right way, in the first place: so they could have unimportant-sounding things like Cafe Ange. ]

I'm all right.

( Tink is not one to be terribly offended by such a slim slight. she is a little stiff from surprise, maybe — some habits might never die, and she might never be entirely comfortable that she's safe. considering everything in this new world, perhaps it's wise to be cautious. )

I'm new too. It's a lot to take in. ( Tink does seem a little more level about it, though; she's done this before. a lot. she tilts her head, a flash of concern on her features as she inquires, ) What about you, are you all right?

[ aw, Tink. thanks for being so nice! Elena's happy to see a friendly face for once; the imps may think her precious, but they still have perpetual stink-eye. she laughs, more because she's overwhelmed than because she finds anything funny. she brings both hands up to her head, taking a deep breath. ]

Yeah. I'm fine. Totally, completely out of my depth, but fine. [ does that qualify as fine? she's not sure. ] I'm glad I'm not the only one who's still figuring it out. I was beginning to worry I was.

( Tink isn't particularly fond of the imps either. they were very rough in dragging her here, and didn't respond well to lectures. she's much happier to be in control again, even if everything is a lot to take in. she does understand that. )

You'll get there. ( Tink had nobody to hold her hand when she was dumped in Neverland, but that doesn't mean she'll do the same to someone else. if she can help Elena at all, she will. ) It's very strange here, but I'm sure there's an order we'll find with time. I think being dragged from your home to a place you've never been is a very good reason to be out of your depth, but you'll find the surface.

( she's uncannily confident about that, for some reason. )

I'm Tinker Bell. What's your name?

( he had elected to leave the feast quickly, though in hindsight, perhaps he should have stayed a little more. though he doubted he would hear anything he hasn't already heard.

shardholders - him, and the others - were precious. soldiers, pawns and that fact alone brought a cloud over his head and a frown wrinkling the corners of his mouth as he walked through the castle. his cloak moved soundlessly after him, more a shadow than actual fabric.

his fingers drummed against the hilt of the sword at his hip, since his lute was slung over his back and he found himself humming to the rhythm of his fingers.

his own preoccupied mind didn't allow him to see the girl until she was right in front of him, nearly careening into him. but he had taken a swift step to the side, a hand rising to gently catch her at the elbow, in case her balance was unset by the near collision. )

That's quite a literal manifestation of lost bearings. ( there's a lilt to his tone, and the remark isn't said in malice. a beat and: ) I'm new too.

Are you alright?

Not always. [The nearest person happens to be a small teenager who could probably use a haircut and actually isn't even sitting. He's busy leaning over an empty seat to lift a pastry off of a plate, balancing it on top of the other two in his hand.] The celebrations are usually only when the new shardbearers show up...or Samhain, I guess. Kinda feels like a bribe though doesn't it? "Hey, sorry we interrupted your life and shoved you into a bag but look, you're special and we're allowing you to stuff your face and enjoy yourself in a completely foreign world to make up for it."

[That was perhaps a bit too sarcastic, and so he flashes her a small, somewhat sympathetic grin.] I thought it was really weird my first day here, too.

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TEST DRIVE MEME #8

elena gilbert ( tvd ) | unseelie

Is feast okay? With one loser vampire?

wow, no, hdu!!!

oh, i dare. i dare hard. >|

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castle!

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castle

woooooooo

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castle!

feast;