TEST DRIVE MEME

[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 grand feast is held in the Eaglais clearing. The food is good, the music is sweet, and the evening is lit by gentle fairy lights. All Shardbearers of all courts are summoned here under a universal truce for the evening. Nature itself has shaped itself into tables, chairs, and long couches so that the new guests can rest. When they’re ready to call it a night, Shardbearers are brought to their court strongholds in a one-way trip by fairies and imps. 02. NETWORK Take advantage of your Locket! The network can be accessed by any Shardbearer with a locket or shardless characters with enchanted devices, and is a quick way to meet new people and discuss the state of the world. 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld! There are lots of places to go, and plenty of trouble to get into in them!

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alexstrasza | warcraft

[lifebound]

arrival.

[Alexstrasza was by no means a shy creature, so did not depart the main festival out of any real desire to avoid her fellow Shardbearers; she just found it freer to lounge some distance away, familiarizing herself with the plants and animals of this land instead of striking up conversation. Curled up in her natural form as an enormous dragon, flowers blooming at her feet, her great head rests beside a dozing flock of deer, chest heaving in a gentle rise and fall.

All around her, she radiates an aura of utter peace and tranquility. Those that approach will find themselves instantly calmed, their woes soothed. The scent of life fills the air. Lushness abounds. And when one does step forward, she opens glowing golden eyes wide and almost seems to grin, beckoning them near.]

Hello, child. Do not fear; no harm will come to you. Let me see you, as you truly are.

[And regardless of who or what you are, you are compelled to come closer and greet this Dragonqueen.]

a dance.

[...but eventually Alexstrasza no longer lounges about and draws herself back to the party. Wearing a human guise, she rubs shoulders purposely with the person nearest to her and dons a pretty smile. Soft, welcoming, free of all evils. She touches their wrist and, man or woman, offers invitingly:]

Would you care for a dance, young one? It has been some time since I've followed such foreign steps, but...

[Her laughter comes equally light, color rising to her cheeks.]

I am willing to give it a try if you are, at least.

network.

...is this device functioning properly? Can you hear me? No, I suppose you'd only see me. See words, I suppose.

[As to be expected, dragons aren't the best when it comes to mortal technology, meant for much smaller hands. Alexstrasza fiddles with the settings a bit more, but can only seem to manage text. Good enough for now, she guesses. She'll figure out the rest later.]

Regardless, it is good to meet you. I am called Alexstrasza. I am a guardian of Azeroth, a world far from this one. I do find it a bit distressing, that I cannot hear as I once did. Are there any of my kin among you? Those who would also heed the voices of nature.

[Doubtful, but Alexstrasza was always one to hope against hope. She'll have to get used to that, too.]

In the interim, if any of you would have need of me, please do not hesitate to ask. My gifts are for nurturing, and thus given freely. What can you do? What are your strengths? We are stronger together than separated, so let us speak of this amongst ourselves.

wildcard.

[Alexstrasza can be found all over the place, given she's fairly quick for a dragon! Feel free to run into her in another part of the world, too.]

arrival;

[icebrand]

[ Unlike her brethren in Eorzea, Ysayle fears no dragon. For as long as she can recall, visions of dragons and of the Saint Shiva have been a part of her. Mingling with their kind was unheard of for an Elezen, but the respectable Hraesvelgr had shown her a kindness that the lesser races of Eorzea wouldn't spare a refugee.

When the invitation is given, Ysayle does step forward while silently doubting that this great best would wish to see her as she truly was. Within her was a phantom of her own fancy along with the blood of the innocents who have died in her crusade for the "greater good"; both of which burdened her with a guilt unlike no other.

Being exiled was suitable enough punishment. With a hand across her chest, she sweeps down into a rehearsed bow. ]

Pray allow me to introduce myself. I am Ysayle.

Emil Castagnier/Ratatosk | Tales of Symphonia | Court Undecided

[aureinsof]

[Return]
[Aster has no idea what to make of this develpment. This is the Drabwurld. But it sure as hell isn't the one he remembers. These aren't even the same courts.]

What the hell did you people do here?


[Acceptance]
[Or rather tolerance; tolerance of the situation for now. Aster leans back in a chair, chewing on a turkey leg and watching the people around him. Sometimes his gaze stays too long - possibly on you - before he turns his head away. He's chill. He's cool. Really.

No actually he seems to be looking for something but are you really going to ask the grumpy kid why he keeps staring at you?]

[depicted]

[Dorian's mouth opens. It shuts. Could it be? But wha if it isn't? But what if it is?





Dorian punches him on the shoulder.]

All your animals went to me. Every single one of them! I can barely look after Meuric and Ide! What were you thinking?

wanda maximoff ☾ mcu

[intrusive]

ℂ𝔼𝕃𝔼𝔹ℝ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ

( Wanda is, quite obviously, not in the mood to participate in the feast. regardless of the revels going on around her, the celebration for new arrivals, she doesn't intend to take part in it; she tries to listen for someone familiar, to catch thoughts that might be a voice she's heard before. the attempt is an unsuccessful one, and her mistrust of this new world doesn't lend to her wanting to stick around, to participate.

she wanders the outskirts of the feast instead, expression serious, hardly giving notice to the people that she passes by, outside of a quick glance to check if they're someone she knows. the only time she does stop is to ask one one of the fairies as to how she can leave, to be pointed to the way out of the clearing and away.

leaving the clearing with directions in mind, she's certainly easy to intercept, even if she does seem to be walking with an intended purpose. )

𝔾ℝ𝔼𝔸𝕋 𝔾ℝ𝔼𝔼ℕ𝕎𝕆𝕆𝔻

( when she ventures into the forest, it's with a specific place in mind, having been given directions to the closest fairy ring, or so they called it. something that would take her away from here and to somewhere else; while they'd insisted it wouldn't take her home, it would be foolish not to at least try.

truth be told, she isn't overly invested in returning to her own world; the only thing that awaits her there is the Avenger initiative, and there isn't precisely a dire need for her. if it were different, if she had to worry about Pietro and getting back to him- it's a useless thing to worry about. her home was still in ruin when she left, and Pietro was still gone, but the very last thing she wanted was to be stranded in a new world with no one she knows.

when she finally reaches the sign that lists a number of destinations she can speak the name of, Wanda narrows her eyes as she reads down the list. )

These sound like fairy tale names, ( she mumbles, looking between the sign and the ring, clearly finding it rather dubious. refusing to waste any further time, she steps into the ring and clearly asks for Avengers Facility. when nothing happens, she changes it to Sokovia, then attempts the United States, followed by Stark Tower. finally, she requests Earth, only to have that fall short as well. ) First you bring me to your world, then you send me to broken ring to get back to mine. ( to be fair, Wanda, the fairy didn't specify where the ring could take you. )

𝕎𝕀𝕃𝔻ℂ𝔸ℝ𝔻

( catch her elsewhere on the map! )

greenwood.

[universed]

[ wanda's not the only one wandering around the greenwood while the feast continues. korra's found her way out here, and she watches for a few moments while wanda tries to figure out ways to use the fairy ring. when she finally (and frustratedly) gives in, korra steps forward. ]

Sorry, but the only way to leave this place is... complicated. [ she shouldn't go about frightening new people, right? right. let's just stick to basics. ] Last time I came here, I volunteered, but it looks like a lot's changed since I left.

[ hesitating before — ]

Maybe I can help you with something anyway.

Lan | OC

[nightflowering]

After finding someone involved in the catering and ensuring that she had something suited to her diet in hand, Lan was perfectly content to wander through the feast. Not the finest party she'd been to, but it was better than serviceable. There were an awful lot of humans, but it's to be expected given that they have such short lives and must breed quickly.

Standing out in a crowd doesn't bother her and given that she is tall, lean, and slicked smooth with pale blue grey scales it's more or less inevitable. Briefly, she offers up a few words of thanks that she'd changed into her better sarong for the day. If she's going to arrive in another world with only herself and a single skirt, at least it's neatly pressed linen.

Her laugh is light, clear, and comes easily. As she winds through the people present, she's either untroubled or very practiced at hiding her concerns. Lan is quite sure there's a joke to be made about sang froid in situations such as these, but she wonders if any of the others will be brave or gauche enough to make it. While she may have scales, she's not quite as reptilian as some might fancy.

"Tell me, what do you think of all this?"

[depicted]

This one looks a little unusual, and for a moment, Dorian pauses. (The moment may have been spent calculating whether or not he feels comfortable hitting on them. He hasn't decided yet.) The scales do give off a reptilian air, which reminds him almost uncomfortably with that little meeting he had with Avaritia earlier.

"I think it's a clever move to summon everyone at the same time. Saves the courts on catering."

All right, so it's a little glib. So sue him. It's the first time he has ever seen a summoning like this.

Luke Skywalker | Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back | Citrine (probably? idk.)

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

Feast
[It's not that Luke isn't grateful for the feast. He is. He can't remember the last time that he ate something that wasn't standard Alliance rations, full of carefully allotted nutrients and processed proteins. (Yoda's cooking doesn't count.) Actual food, real food, food that doesn't come out of special packaging or have to be reconstituted before eating has been a rarity for a while now and the sudden selection available to him is a little dizzying.

And it is nice to get a rest. Master Yoda had so much to teach him in such a short span that it seems like an even longer period of time since he could simply sit still and relax. Only he can't. The fate of Han and Leia still weighs heavily on his mind. How are they? Where are they? Are they all right? What will happen to them now? Will he be too late even if he gets back? His own predicament is secondary compared to whatever might be facing his friends.

Luke sighs, pushing a hand back through his hair as he makes yet another pass along the edges of the celebration, lightsaber swinging uselessly at his belt. (He already tested it. Multiple times.) He's been pacing. He can't help it. Even his attempts at meditation can't soothe this restlessness, this sudden burst of uncertain energy that the change has brought. Yoda and Ben probably wouldn't be impressed. They probably would have already found a way out by now. His father definitely would have. They wouldn't feel this useless. They wouldn't be wandering aimlessly, still trying to process it. Of course, they probably wouldn't have been so lost in their own thoughts that they walked straight into someone else either.]

Sorry! Sorry, that was my fault. I should've been watching where I was going there.


Locket

[The voice that comes over the locket gives a good impression of being in control and self-assured, no matter what the true feelings of the speaker may be. Mostly. He may not have the born confidence and presence of someone like Leia, or the bravado of Han, but Luke has spent the past few years learning the value of first-impressions. No one is likely to take an ex-farmboy seriously, or a wannabe jedi, but a military leader is hopefully something else...]

This is Commander Skywalker speaking. My comm is down and so is the rest of my equipment. But if anyone from the Alliance is out there listening-- I was en route to Bespin before arriving here. My mission was classified [Ok, so technically it was unauthorized entirely, but why bring that up?] and extremely time sensitive. If anyone has any information about Princess Leia Organa or Captain Solo, please let me know.

Skywalker out.

Locket

[notavirtue]

Commander. [The word is spoken as one between equals, rather than Javik addressing a superior officer. Not that he'd defer to any human besides Shepard, anyways.] Your equipment will not work here. Technology apparently does not have much place in a world of magic, but you may find alternatives for many things.

Neither of those names are known to me, either. My service in the Alliance, however, was very narrow.

[Also very classified. Countdown until they find out they're not talking about the same Alliance.]

koltira deathweaver | warcraft

[respired]

feast;

[Koltira lingers over a table of food, touching his shredded, bloodied neck. He's still trying to process what just happened to him, why it happened--what he ought to do now. The 'what' is the simplest part: he was hooked, bound for the Undercity, for another turn under someone else's heel. And then, abruptly, he wasn't. The portal did not bring him to Sylvanas Windrunner's kingdom. Instead, he's somewhere entirely new, full of the living, not the dead.

He picks up a wine glass, and his own black blood smears the stem, the rim. The food doesn't appeal, but he can get something from wine, provided he knocks back enough of it.

Koltira walks through the crowds like this, drinking from his goblet, his wounds oozing. His blood hisses as it touches the grass.]

[shamanism]

[Thrall smells him before he sees him. Once again he is rushing to Koltira's side, though he doesn't grab him, knowing that death knight reflexes tend to be deadly. He's clearly visible as Warchief but there is a dark purple cloak about him and various other things at his belt, feathers braided into his hair.

Try dodging this armored wall, I dare you.]

Blessed ancestors, Koltira! Just because you are undead does not mean you need to look like one. Let me see your wounds.

lady iceheart | final fantasy xiv heavensward spoilers | DIAMOND

[icebrand]

      ❅ ARRIVAL
[ There's no time for feasts and even if there were, Ysayle's heart was too burdened to truly enjoy it. From one war to the next, this one couldn't reach her heart no matter the conflict. Without Hraesvelgr to guide her and without a cause to fight for, she's left to her bouts of listlessness and despair. No matter her thoughts, it would be ignorant to leave without first gathering information. ]

Pardon, but you appear to have your wits about you. [ Even if they don't, she's discovered prefacing a question with a compliment may get her honest answers. ]

I know naught of this Allaidh Darach. Is there anything you could tell me?

      ❅ LOCKET - VOICE

[ Late into the night, Ysayle takes to magical artifact given to her earlier in the week and thumbs it gently. It's much larger than a link pearl and not so easily held to one's ear which meant it was used in another fashion. Activating it is easy enough, though there's no confirmation that anyone can see or hear her. ]

Is there no world free of war or must man inflict it upon themselves at any given chance? [ It's an accusatory question though her tone isn't hostile. No, this is the voice of someone who does not want for conflict. ]

Speak of the enemy forthwith. I have no attachment towards this Allaidh Darach and won't waste my time without purpose.

      ❅ WILD CARD
[ Or if you prefer to catch her anywhere else in the world, no doubt she gets around. She's grown used to traveling by now. ]

eyyyy fellow Diamond c:

[colorofthesky]

[ Merry-making really isn't Zack's strong suit.

He remembers the day he first arrived, how preoccupied and out of sorts he felt, and it's strange to feel at ease here now. War likely looms on the horizon, but he's happy to enjoy a little peace while it lasts. The truce is very different from the strict divisions of Seelie and Unseelie Courts, and it's...a relief, in its way.

Upon being hailed by a stranger he doesn't know (a newcomer, he presumes), Zack smiles politely and nods. ]

A bunch of us only recently got back, but I could tell you what I know about about it, sure.

Is there anything in particular you want to know?

richard gansey iii | the raven cycle

[wakens]

ARRIVAL

( This is all too much to take in. Gansey has always searched for a higher purpose, a reason for his second chance, answers to why he'd been been saved. He'd longed to find what he was meant to do with his life that would make it worthwhile, and him worthy. He wasn't sure if this was it, but being told he was to play a part in history, that his choices would influence the outcome of a war (or the absence of one) was huge. None of this has really sunk in yet, and instead of thinking about what it all means, he delves into his fascination and awe for the world itself, seeks out patterns and ties with the history he'd studied and knew like the back of his hand. Dead Welsh kings, ley lines, magical forests. It was all real, here.

The feast is grand, and it all feels like every fantasy novel he's ever read. Or like a dream. The tables and chairs and long couches are incredible, and Gansey runs his hands over them and wonders what kind of magic this is, if it's dreams, if it's a ley line or something like Cabeswater. Or maybe another kind of magic entirely, something he hasn't heard of and will get to discover.

There's a pang about having to do that alone, without his friends. Henrietta had become a home that he'll sorely miss, but this is a place he won't allow his thoughts to stray into yet. Something else catches his eye, and he's rushing over to delight over the food. )

NETWORK/LOCKET - VOICE

( the voice that comes out of the locket is sure and smooth as anything. )

Right! I believe I should introduce myself, as I haven't been here for long. My name is Gansey, and I come from a town called Henrietta. I have a little question for you.

Does anyone know where I might find a pen or something to write with? I have a notebook containing pages that need filling with the brilliant and extraordinary things I've seen here so far, and I'm afraid of forgetting anything before I can find one.

Thank you!

WILDCARD

( Find him anywhere else! He can be found exploring every inch of the world he can, taking notes if he can, questioning people to learn about the way the world works, it's history and magic, and if anyone has heard of Glendower. )

locket - voice.

[greywar]

( you're shitting me. he knows that voice, that tone, anywhere. )

Mr President?

simon lewis | the mortal instruments

[assalted]

the feast.

[Why must the food look so good when he can't eat it?

Simon's feeling out of place enough in his mundane clothing, sitting awkward and alone without even the ability to look busy by eating. And of course it's a fairy world. Like he hasn't had enough fairy bullshit in his life already, thanks very much.

Luckily, like any teen used to keeping themselves entertained while alone in public places, he has a DS in his jacket pocket.

Unluckily, the damn thing won't turn on.]

...Hell. I am actually in hell.

[Simon slumps in his seat, staring forlornly at his lifeless DS.]


network.

So they're just giving out what pretty much boils down to magic fantasy phones complete with unlimited talk and text? The fairies here are way more generous than the ones I'm used to.

[The fairies back home are just kinda assholes, really.]

I don't suppose these things have Angry Birds?

the feast

[wakens]

My phone doesn't work, either.

[ he says by way of greeting, holding the useless thing up. ]

At this point it's only a brick I can't get rid of.

[ plopping down at the table next to simon, he puts the phone down next to the DS and holds out his hand to shake. ]

I'm Gansey.

Gray | Lord El-Melloi II Case Files | Amethyst

[gurei]

ＡＲＲＩＶＡＬ

Ah.

[ This is wrong. So very wrong. Last she knew, Gray was stuck in a mansion that defied the rules of nature (and packed with people that did just the same, apparently), and while she could expect to walk into a room and find herself on what seemed to be the outside world, this certainly isn't that. At all. She's somewhere else entirely, or her senses are being tricked to the point she really can't tell anymore. Either case, it's a bit worrying. ]

Um.

[ Pardon while the diminutive girl cloaked from head to toe freezes on the spot and seems to try very hard to become part of the decoration. ]

ＦＥＡＳＴ

[ Realizing there's little she can do at the moment, Gray decides to sit by a table and eat quietly. It won't do to make further inquires with an empty stomach. Besides, sitting there by herself she can look at other people from safe distance. God forbid someone thinks about getting closer though. That would be dreadful. ]

ＮＥＴＷＯＲＫ

I know this is an unlikely question, but by any chance is anyone here familiar with the name of Lord El-Melloi II?

ＷＩＬＤＣＡＲＤ

[ For all your Saberfaced thing #3 needs. Just go crazy. ]

network.

[independant]

Yes.

[ That's all Rin will say on that matter. Lord El-Melloi II was--is--her responsibility for now. ]

ronan lynch / the raven cycle

[greywar]

ARRIVAL.

( there's a reason why back home ronan never had to go to things like this – he doesn't suit them.
they don't become him, even in a different universe. ronan lingers around the edges of the clearing,
picking at food, picking at dirt that's gotten under his nails. he doesn't know how it got under his
nails. the muscle in his jaw works hard, and ronan wishes he could drop his head and dream up
something - more comfortable than this. or at least he wishes adam were here, his half-forest-friend,
as uneasy in these settings as he is. this place is like something he could have only dreamed
as a child, when he was more golden and less grey inside, but even then he – well, he's never
been gansey, has he? he creates too much friction with other people.

but ronan can make do. there's a sharp grin for the first person to look at him too long – or maybe
they find him picking at a food that he doesn't recognise and making a face. )

LOCKET.

( an audio-only message broadcasts through the network, and it opens with a crackling, disquieted
sigh, a grumble - you can almost envision the teenage boy who drags a hand down his face -
and then finally come words: )

Hey ... my name's Ronan Lynch. Uh. When I came here, I didn't –– I didn't get to bring my bird.

( tiny, irritable noise. he doesn't like the way it sounds.
the way it sounds is that at heart he's still sometimes just
a teenage boy, which is exactly true. )

Does anyone know –
Is there anything I can do - like magic - to get her back, or make sure she's okay?
I mean, she's a raven, and she's less than a year old, I –– I raised her.

( ... )

Or if anyone wants me to look after their birds -

( ugh. )

Alright. I'm out, I guess. Thanks.

WILDCARD.

( ronan can be found just about anywhere.
he is prone to wandering off, drinking (if he can get his hands on something to drink),
and sleeping in odd places, usually having intense dreams at the time.
sometimes all of those at once.

or, go nuts with anything else! )

locket - voice

[wakens]

I'll help you look into it, Ronan. We'll find something.

( voice as reassuring as possible. he'd been against chainsaw at first, but she was part of ronan's life, now. )

Cortana | Halo

[gladiumetscutum]

feast;
[ She's not taking part in any of the food. Instead, she's sitting politely at the table, glancing around with interest, her hands on the table, simply feeling around. She's not used to this. This whole thing...having a physical body... It's very new. It's very strange. But not necessarily in a bad way.

Cortana's eyes glance over the food, but having spent her whole life not requiring it, she can't say she finds any of it looking appealing. Maybe she'll get there when she starts feeling hunger and the need to eat, but for right now, she feels fine. So, she passes it over.

After a while of simply sitting there, enjoying the feeling of the wood grain against her new physical fingertips, the previously-AI gets up from her chair and begins to wander. She exits the grand room and enters a series of hallways. It's time to do some exploring.

Should she run into anyone, she'll offer a smile or a nod--just something polite--before carrying on. However, if anyone wishes to speak to her, she'll turn back to engage--part of the interesting thing about this place will be meeting the other people who've been dragged here. ]


network;
Is it common for one to come to this place and gain a physical form where they previously had none?

It's strange. I'm an artificial intelligence, I still look the same as my holographic projection did, but I'm...real. I can touch and feel and breathe...

video

[notavirtue]

[It was not often when a machine or AI came here, and long enough that Javik had almost forgotten it could happen. This time, however, it seemed to have made the AI human, instead of confining it to the Station.

Well, the Station didn't exist yet, so he supposed the drabwurld found other ways.]

It is rare, from what I understand. Technology does not function here, and it has been many years since a machine shardbearer came to this world. What sort of artificial intelligence are you?

[If he sounded a little hostile, it was because he'd never forget his distrust of AIs.]

korra. ☯ legend of korra.

[universed]

( arrival / feast )

[ this is different in a whole other way, a way korra never expected. there are memories that flood her mind, dusty and faint from the three and change years she spent back home. time flies when you're healing, it seemed. but something in the air smells familiar, and she takes her time to look around before she joins the people at the feast.

the food, as one would expect, she remembers. all the baked and broiled game; all the root vegetables; it all hovers in that place between familiar and foreign. she'd spent so long at home she'd almost forgotten what it all tasted like, but the memories come crashing back to her, unreined and bright. she shifts the backpack upon her shoulders and lets it drop down near someone before she gathers up a bunch of extra food onto a plate she'd picked up. and then another, this time, one from her pack. it's like she hasn't eaten in days with how much she's taking, and her short hair bobs with the dart of her head as she glances around. eventually she nods to the person next to her, pointing out a few gathered rolls. ]

—You gonna eat that?

[ of course she won't spend too much time hanging around near the tables and the food. she has to get back to her things, and she collapses with a crash next to ... well, whoever that is. korra gives them a bright-eyed wave and grin before she earthbends herself a small table to set her plates on. ]

Hey! [ finally she speaks to them, breaking apart a hot roll and taking a bite. ] 'm Korra.

[ korra thats rude chew and swallow before you go making conversation. ]

( wildcard. )

[ she can be found mainly on the bigger continent, around the pool of souls, or within the great greenwood itself. there within the greenwood she'll find the ring and spend a goodly amount of time studying the names on the signs, muttering to herself that "a lot of this place sounds different," but her memories aren't lying to her. korra knows where she is — she just doesn't know where everything else is in relation to this anymore. ]

Re: korra. ☯ legend of korra.

[dicktionary]

[ he's just grateful that marey came with him when everything underwent such major changes, and he materializes in the fairy ring m, hands holding onto her reins. glancing up as he steps out of the ring, he notices someone studying the signpost--then does a double-take. ]

Korra?

Frisk | Undertale | So Very Amber (Also full-game spoilers possible)

[despiteeverything]

Arrival

Hey!

[At some point during the festivities you might spot a small child in a striped sweater chasing after a fairy. A fairy that seems to have grabbed something of theirs and is flitting around the party, with the child in hot pursuit.

Said child is not always particularly careful in their chase, though. They might duck in between legs tripping people up by accident, or else bump or brush past people. They do at least pause briefly, glancing back.]

Sorry!

[Help them? Scold them for not being more careful?]

Wildcard

[If you have any ideas feel free to come at me or poke me at gorsecloud! Frisk is pretty inquisitive so chances are they could be found at a lot of places.

ALSO let me know what spoilers you're okay with! Thanks a bunch. ;o;]

Arrival

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid has a million things on his mind at the moment and that is why he doesn't get out of the girl's way as his quick reflexes usually would let him do. Before he can even make sure she is okay, though, she is off again in a flash.

Well. Then. Why is the information given to him by the Grail supplying some saying about rubber children?

He shakes his head, but pauses when he catches sight of the fairy on her next pass around the room. That fairy sure looks familiar...]

Aideen, enough! Give the little one back what you took from her! Or else I really will feed you to Oscar, and he's a lot bigger now if you remember!

[Really! He can't take his eyes off those fairies of his for a second!]

natasha romanoff | mcu

[vdova]

GRAND FEAST;

[ The place looks like something out of a movie or New Zealand, all forest with no sign of human interaction anywhere beyond the obvious humans at the celebration with her now. Travelling here had been strange enough, the party itself? Natasha isn't sure what to do with herself. She's used to grand galas, for sure, places where she needed to slip in and play some kind of role, but at those she was well within her element. She knew the people there, how they worked and how they could be manipulated. Here? Not so much.

Still, a party is a party, and Natasha moves through it with practiced ease, even if it's mostly faked. She greets those who greet her with kindness, taking a glass of wine to hide behind. She's pleasant and polite to the fae who talk to her, welcoming her to the Drabwurld, hiding her general suspicion rather well. Part of her wonders if this is part of the Nine Realms she's heard Thor speak about, wonders if she tried to find his home if it'd even work.

Eventually retreating to one of the couches around the middle of the party. It's the best vantage point she can find for people watching, which is the first thing she needs to do in a situation like this. Observe, find out everything she can without showing her hand, and then making her move. It's what she does best. ]

[unsolitary]

( it's a familiar face she never thought she would see again; it had been almost a year since Natasha had left the Drabwurld, and it almost doesn't surprise her that a reversal in time means that she's been brought back. Clarke's all too aware of the fact that not everyone who is brought back remembers, leaving her hesitant to act any amount of familiar with her.

eventually, she does seek her out, dropping down easily on the other end of the couch; even at the risk of not being remembered, Clarke's still relieved to see her again. )

Biggest party we've had around here in a while. ( she tips her head to the side to look at her, offering a smile. ) New here?

Athelstan | Vikings

[vikingbabysitter]

feast.

[There was a time when Athelstan could be at his ease in a crowd. On Lindsifarne, or even when traveling, he had never felt out of place among his brothers. He had a purpose then. Even among the Northmen there had been a certain security in his position as the new earl's favorite thrall. Ragnar and his family may not have been his first choice for refuge, but they've become familiar and safe in a world that is anything but.

And now even that slight bit of stability is gone. His world has shifted again.

He stands off to one side of the main festivities, not daring to eat or drink. At some earlier point a drunken stranger pressed a goblet of wine into his hands, but it remains untouched. For now all that he will do is watch, observant and (God willing) unobserved in turn.]

[oathshackledbird]

[Maybe it is because Diarmuid comes from a time before Athelstan's god was worshiped in his part of the world or maybe it is just because he is observant himself, but it doesn't take him long to notice the man standing so apart from the rest of the feast. Diarmuid might have left him in peace if he did not seem so uneasy and out of place, but seeing him such draws the knight to him in hopes of easing his mind some.

As he approaches, he smiles and holds out a plate.]

If you do not wish to celebrate, at least eat. Things may not be so dire here as they were a short time ago, but you still should keep your strength up. It is hard to say what tomorrow may hold.

luke | the walking dead game

[burningdaylight]

arrival


Everything is fuzzy around the edges, dream-like, but the pinch of hunger, the hurt is all too real. He stumbles to a stop and looks around, the music and the hum of distant voices drowned out by the sound of his own breath rushing in and out his lungs. None of it makes sense. But it's here - spreads of food untouched by rot, the world around him fresh and warm and green - and he is too. Staring dumbly at the spectacle without realizing he might actually be one himself in his filthy clothes, pale and shaken.

Others pick at the offerings with no reservations, some even smiling and laughing like nothing's wrong. It's a bigger crowd than he's ever seen in years. Of the living, at least. A jumble of faces he can't place.

His gut clenches. Here's the part where he's supposed to have a plan -- but he's coming up short on something elaborate, knowing only that he needs someplace safe to lay low and lay down a while before seeking out familiar faces. Figuring out where the hell he's ended up would be a start. And after a while he finally limps his way towards someone, doing his best to ignore the tickly-hot crawl of blood down his leg as he does.

"Hey..." He stops, panting, and holds his hands away from his sides. Palms turned towards the person in a show of good faith. "Look, I, I don' want any trouble here. I jus' need to figure out where the hell I am an' then I'll be outta your hair."

[enervated]

Kenny always tends to skirt the edges of feasts when he shows (and he always does, mostly out of curiosity), only stepping in to speak with others now and then. He's never been comfortable with the atmosphere, even when it was just Seelie. Too many people. It gets him a little jittery, a little on edge, and he starts to keep his eye out for anything that's about to fuck up.

This is worse than normal because holy fuck, that's more people than just Seelie feasts. He's definitely on edge this time around, observing folks as he can, listening in on conversations as he passes by. Sometimes grabbing something off a table when there's an open moment to do so-

But someone has noticed him while his back is turned. The voice is uncomfortably familiar, but not enough where he can instantly place it. He turns, trying to put on a somewhat... friendly expression on his face, if only so he might be able to jet quicker if he so chooses, while not driving them off. (He's been doing so much better, bit by bit. Clementine would hopefully be proud.)

Kenny was about to answer the whole 'where the hell I am' thing, but he cuts himself off before he even gets a chance to say it. "Luke?"

Granted, Kenny's appearance may provide a similar shock back to Luke. While he's still got his hat, he's still wearing that green jacket, there's enough that's out of place. For one, he's wearing the breastplate of his armor, fixed and glinting with the faintest sea green sheen, and in places where his jacket rubs or bumps up against it, it seems to ripple. The eyepatch over his fucked up eye. The warhammer hanging at his side, crackling with the faintest of electricity. A healing wound that skirts across his forehead and just a little bit into his hairline (simply the most obvious lingering wound from the recent battle that for some stupid reason he skulked around).

"Christ."

He knew the dead could show up here. But he very often tried to ignore that fact. Even when Lia proceeded to go TOUCH THE SCAR WHERE A SWORD WAS DRIVEN THROUGH ME AND I DIED lia why do you do this to him he doesn't want to deal with that.

Lancelot » King Arthur

[ignobly]

I. Gambling
( One would never know that he's on his fourth tankard of ale at the rate he's fleecing the unsuspecting shardbearers at his table. Sure, he sees double—no, triple images of his cards, but that only makes him grin like a fool and believe he can see them better. And despite how dubious it may seem, it actually works! There are several piles of silver and copper coins before him, and even a small, haphazard stack of gold ones.

He's rocking it! And with a hearty sip of his brew, he lays down his cards with a triumphant smirk. )

Not a bad start to the night.

II. Feasting
( All right, he'll admit: he has partaken most heartily of the alcohol supplied for the occasion. But he draws the line there, damnit. Lancelot looks on from his rather (un)comfortable seat at the base of a nearby tree and scoffs at the simpletons who so blindly trust the hospitality of an unknown quantity. He watches, glowering and judgemental while others feast and he remains hungry, his stomach growling loudly to announce that fact blithely to all.

If this were Arthur's table, he wouldn't have to doubt. But it isn't, and he does, because doubting is what he does best and scepticism is his poison of choice. )

Begone. ( He waves away an imp which has taken particular amusement in his brooding, and come over with a tray of what appears to be venison stew and some kind of fish (maybe?). The imp isn't budging, and his expression grows thunderous. ) Begone.

( The damnable creature titters at him, and whistles sharply. Thereafter, no less than five more imps emerge as if from nowhere with further trays of food... which they proceed to throw at him. Lancelot jumps to his feet with a growl, drawing one of his blades with a sharp tang of steep on leather. If they want a row, he's just drunk and grumpy enough to give them one.

Or, in the most likely case, a bout of hearty, free entertainment. )

III. Wildcard (Hit me up with whatever you like! Or PM me with ideas and I'll set up a new prompt.)

feasting

[unnatural_animal]

I wouldn't try that if I were you. [Richard, helpful as ever, is watching from a safe distance with a faintly smug expression. His own initial feast and its accompanying confusion are long gone. By now he is an old hand (or something near enough) and can spend his time feeling superior rather than lost.]

You won't win. They're quicker than you. And less wine-soaked.

tharja | fire emblem: awakening

[tharjaculate]

network

[The video that projects is a bit distant, as if the user hasn't yet discovered its use.]

What the hell is this... who left this with me... hmm.

[She's smart enough to realize what it's for, though. And she chuckles low and soft. Her smirk curls and her eyes seem to darken - is she happy?? Scheming? Who knows.]

Oh, I see. How clever. I'd like to know where I can get another trinket like this. Small and discreet, preferably. So that no one can notice it.

Don't ask why, and maybe I won't curse you to stay silent.

[assalted]

Uh.

[That sounds unsettling. But at the same time, he knows better than to tempt fate and get himself cursed by a possible actual witch.]

You know that makes it sound like a possible surveillance device, right? Not that I'm asking anything, just...y'know. Maybe try phrasing it in a way that sounds less sketchy?

mahsa | oc

[venefic]

[feast]

[No. She won't have it. She feels the Shard in her chest with an aching consciousness, not feeling it for itself, but feeling it for what it represents. She asks a passing fairy what court it belongs to. Amethyst, it tells her. The court of freedom.

Freedom? The thought is laughable. There is no freedom in being claimed by any power other than one's own. She does not eat or drink, refusing it as a bribe to woo her to her chains.

Instead, she grasps hold of a person passing her by.]

You. Do you know how to be rid of these Shards inside our chests?

[network; a borrowed locket]

What magic do we have that connects to this communication network? Surely someone has found something more than these lockets. Not all of you can be content with your shackles.

I will trade in a fair exchange. If any of the invented devices have phone games, all the better.

/feast/

[erythristic]

[she is fairly gliding around the feast area, not eating or drinking either but taking the opportunity to see those who would join them. it's a habit she hasn't indulged in in months, but there's no reason not tonight - afterwards, she intends on returning to her work.

though a touch on her arm pulls her from her contemplation, and the question flung at her is something she hasn't heard from anyone in such a long time...

the smile she gives the woman is almost angelic - if not for that hint of hardness in the eyes.]

What a question, my lady...and it is one I happen to know the answer to, if you would permit me to lean close and whisper this secret to you.

varian wrynn | warcraft (mid-Cataclysm)

[shalamayne]

Arrival.

[Whereas most are enjoying the festivities that are laid out, there are a few that can't seem to get into the swing of things and Varian Wrynn is one of those who apparently can't get into the spirit of it all. The food looks good and a part of Varian is sure it tastes as it appears yet the little he has tried tastes bland. That is through no fault of those who made it but merely the fact that the King of Stormwind has too much on his mind, unable to find simple pleasure in the enjoyment of food. Even now he's staring at the plate of delicacies hard enough that it's a small miracle it hasn't caught fire yet.]

Please excuse me. [The words are low and mumbled, more a formality than anything else, and Varian pushes the plate away from him as he gets to his feet. It's only when he stands from the bench that the human's stature is revealed. Varian is as tall as he is broad, every inch of him a warrior. Scars criss cross the rough skin on his face and dark brown hair is tied back in a no-nonsense manner. If just that doesn't clue anyone in to the fact someone is used to fighting, Varian's dark blue plated armour and large broadsword strapped to his back will definitely help them with that aspect.

The day Varian is without his sword Shalamayne is the day it's prised from his cold, lifeless fingers.]

Perhaps these people should be inspecting those they wish to draft into their business. Not all of us have the luxury of free time to be assisting with. [Varian doesn't even care who is around to be listening to that, instead moving to sit down on a couch and balefully watch the world around him so far.]

Locket;

So. Someone give me a good reason as to why I should prioritise this place over the problems of my own people. Then perhaps I shall consider it.

[aka someone didn't pay too much attention when they turned up because they were too busy being annoyed.]

jennifer check | jennifer's body

[killingboys]

A R R I V A L

[Hell is...a fantasy RenFaire?

Jennifer doesn't care. She rolls with it like when she'd woken by the waterfall with a knife wound and her new demonic instincts driving her forward. Only this time there's less eating of exchange students and more watching people. There are enough people giving off similar disbelieving looks here and there that she knows she doesn't stick out. Thankfully she's got the pretty-but-vapid stare down to a tee while the predator side of her tries to judge where it fits in a hierarchy where there are things bigger and more dangerous than she is on display. And a lot of people carrying very sharp, sharp looking weapons.

But the monster also has to contend with the curiosity of the teenage girl. She wanders around in her pyjamas - long-sleeved top, short shorts, and leg warmers - taking everything in.

And speaking of which, if there's clothes on offer for newcomers arriving in a similar state, she doesn't hold back from going straight for the dresses. Or enlightening whoever might be in earshot with her fashion quandries.]

Does anyone know what's an acceptable level of tit display here in Narnia?

N E T W O R K

I feel like I'm the only person who's into the land of Dungeons and Dragons vibe. I mean I think I'll probably end up missing TV and actual music, but have you seen all this free shit? Most of the people here are interesting even, not just small town interesting.

Did you know you can learn magic? I want to learn magic. Unless there's a whole white magic saves the day bullshit thing like in The Craft. Boo.

W I L D C A R D

(other ideas that are a bit less open, depending on the characters: feeding, meeting other monster/vampire types and sussing out what the situation is like in the Drabworld, or whatever you fancy ♥)

jenny!

[neediness]

[ Needy is going through clothes herself, although in her case is more due to finally getting a chance to change from the same jeans and the same hoodie she has been using for weeks now. She's clean, but dammit there's so much you can do for the poor clothes before they start falling apart.

The voice reaches her distracted ears, and she smiles. That's totally something Jennifer would say, if Jennifer was alive and not very dead after she made sure of it.

She did make sure of it, didn't she.

Right?

I don't want to turn around, she thinks for a moment, hands holding the linen shirt a bit too tightly. She doesn't want to but she knows she will. There's no going around it anyway.

So she does turn around and- Jennifer. On pajamas? The same pajamas. The very same. Which means what, she ended up here after she killed her? Is that even possible? Needy doesn't really know what's what anymore, so she's left to stare and wonder what she should do.

Other than put the knife in her pocket as deep as she can into her demon of a best friend's chest. ]

alexander ( hamilton ) | ...angelite?

[pamphlets]

n e t w o r k

Yo, does this place reek of revolution, or is that just me?
[ Hello, yes, drabwurld, you have been presented with one (1) Alexander Hamilton. Yes, that Alexander Hamilton. He's looking fairly young here, maybe not fresh off of a duel but fresh off of some fairly nasty cabinet debates instead, and still dressed in the frippery that Thomas Jefferson so kindly called 'fake royalty', Which, TJ's just mad no one likes France like he does, and therefore he can drink his haterade somewhere that is not in Hamilton's general presence.

...Right. Anyway.

He grins, cocky, cheeky, everything you'd expect (or maybe not.) ] I'm not gonna mince words--this place is a mess. A charming mess, but a mess nonetheless. Fairy tales or not, you know, monarchies are more out of style than a party at Monticello, and courts are pushing it a little closer to "long live the ruler" than long live democracy, but hey! What do I know. I only helped topple one of the biggest empires in the world. I can respect the whole "rebirth of a nation" thing, but if you're bringing me here, I'm so getting my hands in it.

[ He's not throwing away his shot, as it were. ]

What's the money situation like? Besides [ He bobs his head left and right, maybe a little(???) sarcastic. ] mythical and golden or something. I'm talking coin and who's gonna manage it. If you've got any information, I'd appreciate hearing it.

[ a beat. ] And if the General's around and listening, I'm here, sir.

[venefic]

[Okay, she'll bite. Actually, she appreciates this kid's rebelliousness. Good for him. Why should they just accept the governing power? Overthrow it.

But she wants to tease him.]

Trashtalk and bravado. It is a start, but not so impressive yet.

Why are you interested in the economy, little uproar?

archer | fate/extra | court undecided (??)

[counterfeight]

ARRIVAL

[ Archer remains distant from the majority of the festivities, a splash of red against the backdrop of woodland greens and browns. Instead of actively engaging or exploring or socializing (lmao as if), he's chilling on one of the tree couches, doing nothing useful in particular. With one foot kicked up onto the other knee and his arms slung over the back of the seat, he watches the rest of the party with a lazy intensity, gaze flitting from one person to the next, taking a brief second to size them up, inspect any weapons they're carrying, and then move on.

( He's also sort of debating taking a nap if it weren't for the fact that that'd be stupid and irresponsible, but, still. He's had a long day. )

Going from being nothing but ones and zeroes strung together into a true, honest to goodness body of flesh and blood... well, it's jarring. He had expected to be deleted alongside his master when he followed her into the core of the Moon Cell, yet... here he is. Solid, without a spiritual tether on the other end of things, and absolutely nothing useful to do.

Silly fairies. Robin Hood is the green Archer, not the red one. You McFucked up so bad.

Sorry, did his creeping bother you? Does he look like he needs a drink? are you also bored as hell or vaguely offended that he feels the need to take up half the couch with his lazy ass? Did you say something to him? He was't paying atten — no, that sounds like it was an accident. It's not. He was ignoring you. ]

... Hm?

[ God, what an asshole. ]

[wwjd]

[Kirei senses something that he thinks is a Servant. Kirei glances over at him.

The problem with this is it's less "casually glancing over" and more "staring in a way that's mildly unnerving" for three minutes straight. Still, he's here, he's in his priest garp—which for this world means a lot of fancy robes—and he's taking more interest in Archer than the cup of wine in his hand, or really anything else at the moment. Yep, this one can creep right back.

He does approach the red Servant eventually. And he won't seem to take ignoring him as an answer; Kirei deliberately steps into his line of sight, and he speaks up once he's close enough, repeating himself quite firmly if it appears he hasn't been heard.]

... You're a Servant, aren't you? From the Holy Grail War.

lancer | fate/stay night | court undecided

[cuchulainn]

( arrival )

[ as lancer muscled his way towards a table and tried to get himself a drink and some food, he hardly looked like someone rudely taken from somewhere without his consent. did he seem angry? no. confused? no. this was a fine situation in his book.

although, his acceptance of the situation wasn't the same as being foolish enough not to have any sort of caution. lancer was well aware this was no ordinary place. the manner of his arrival and the appearance of area and it's inhabitants were more than enough to reveal that, nevermind the talk of shards and so on. a quick, friendly seeming look from him would take in anything he needed to know about the people nearest him. so, he was on guard in a sense, but lancer wouldn't turn down free food and drink when offered to him.

well. in most cases.

so, dressed as he was, lancer stuck out as a sore thumb. despite that, his relaxed demeanor allowed him to mix into the crowd with ease. and if some of the people- and creatures -seemed to treat him with over familiarity, lancer merely let it wash over him.

if he had been here before, he had no memories of it. but those were the circumstances of any servant. well, most.

anyway, he probably bumped into more than one person in his attempt to reach one of the tables. ] Ah, sorry about that. [ he would offer quickly, followed by a grin.

later on, after leaving the tables once he's had his fill of food, he'll be easily found milling around the edge of the crowd. ]


( wildcard )

[ anything else you might want from this dope. ]

8) 8) 8)

[universed]

[ jostled from lancer's careless bump, korra's flawless in her recovery, and she glances back at this guy. ]

Watch where you're— [ ... oh spirits. ] You!

[ it's that guy. that guy merida liked. the guy with the weird name. well, two weird names. ]

You're.. [ crap, what did hiccup and jack call him?? it was something weirdly unpronounceable for her. some sort of... odd... thing. ] Choo-choo?