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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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.]

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

[Luke's first thought is that it must have been damn narrow indeed for him not to know about Leia. Everyone knows about her. Even his own name is pretty well-known by this point. For the bounty on it if nothing else.]

No technology will work at all?

[He just barely resists the urge to test his lightsaber right then and there.]

[notavirtue]

None that I have ever found. Once, there was a Station where technology would function within a one mile radius of its center. Circumstances... have made it unavailable.

[It didn't exist yet, and probably wouldn't for millenia. The world got pretty messed up in their war, but it was better now. Sort of.]

My rifle, my pistol, my armor - none of it has worked since arriving here. This world is as primitive as it looks.

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

Kriff. [There are worse things he could say -a string of particularly expressive Huttese is just waiting to be released- but he really is trying to keep a better reign on his temper. But even Yoda couldn't have foreseen a setback like this.] And I thought Dagobah was bad.

[notavirtue]

I do not know either of those words.

[Bespin? Dagobah? He'd long since accepted that humans and asari and salarians had given the galaxy's stars very strange names. There was no way to know them all, but...]

What portion of the Alliance do you serve?

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

The fleet. Rogue Squadron to be specific. [Luke's confusion is growing by the moment and he finds himself wishing that he could reach out with the Force through the locket, just to see what it might tell him, but apparently it doesn't work that way. The conversation is going a bit odd, but how many Alliances can there be?]

[notavirtue]

[Also something he'd never heard of, but to be fair, he didn't spend his time memorizing the different fleets and their squadrons.]

What was your mission? What enemy did you fight?

[It was possible he was from a time before the Reapers, before Shepard, but that only accounted for thirty years.]

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

[There's a noticeable pause at that. Not because Luke has to think particularly hard about the answer, but just because it's so obvious.]

The Empire. Who else is there?

[The Hutts maybe, but he's well aware that's more personal for him than anything else. The Alliance doesn't have the time or resources to fight more than one enemy. It barely has enough to fight one as it is.]

[notavirtue]

Unless you mean to tell me humans are somehow fighting the Prothean Empire, then you and I are from two very different places.

[His people had gone extinct a long time ago, and there was no other race that claimed the title of empire in the present galaxy. Still, he wasn't going to complain about finding someone else from space.]

I have met few others that are familiar with interstellar travel, and fewer still from the same galaxy.

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

[Well. That's disheartening to say the least. Just what sort of backwater has he gotten himself stuck on?]

When you say few... Just how few do you mean?

[notavirtue]

Less than five in the two and half years I have been here. Many more recognize it is possible, but have not traveled beyond their own moon.

[Welcome to fairy hell, Luke. At least the plumbing wasn't too terrible.]

Feast

[uptowngirl]

[ After all the fighting and the chaos that ensued once the gem had been assembled, after the world-hopping and the literal falling from the sky, it's...it's nice to have something decidedly more simple, what one might expect of the Drabwurld. Strange, Asami never thought that she would ever come to expect anything of this place, but a celebration and feast that welcomed everyone seems very appropriate.

She gathers a few plates of food--some fruit and a few pieces of boar. It's clearly more than any one person would need, but she's not exactly out to feed herself at the moment. As she turns away from one of the tables, she collides with someone else and ends up dropping the plate of meat onto the ground. ]

Oh!

[ Oh, welp. There is that. ]

Oh, no. It's okay. I wasn't really watching either.

[ She smiles at him, still balancing two places on one hand. ]

Are you okay? I didn't get you with anything, did I?

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

No. I'm all right. [Though it isn't as if it would have matter much, not with the current state of his clothing. When was the last time it was washed? Hoth? Normally he'd feel a bit awkward about showing up to a party with the filth of half the Outer Rim on his uniform, but it wasn't as if he'd been given much time to change before arriving.]

Let me help you with that.

[Even as he speaks he's already bending to pick up the spilled plate and the food as well. Things are probably different here, but the part of him that is still far too connected to a hardscrabble Tatooine childhood can't bear to see anything go to waste.]

[uptowngirl]

[ Honestly, he's hardly the most dirty thing there. Though she may be a little biased considering she rode a sky bison over who could really use a good bath and comb. Asami isn't really sure if that's what you do with them, though. Too bad Appa didn't come with a care manual.

She smiles gratefully, even though he's one step ahead of her. ]

Thank you. [ Asami kneels as well, not that concerned on cleaning the food off, it seems. ] Some stray grass won't hurt, right?

[ It's...organic? ]

Have you been enjoying the feast?

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

I guess so.

[It probably wouldn't be polite to just come right out with it and say he's been too distracted to really do much of anything other than worry, would it?]

I've certainly never seen anything like it before.

[That's true at least. In terms of sheer variety alone it leaves anything he ever experienced on Tatooine in the dust and in the Alliance... Well, they'd never exactly had the time for banquets.]

[uptowngirl]

Oh, really?

[ Asami's brows raise at that. She never thought it would suddenly seem new and exciting to think that the Drabwurld had begun to pull others back into its throngs, but it had definitely been a while. To be honest, she hadn't even been sure that the cycle of people from other worlds would continue after everything that happened in regards to the Gem, but it seems those thoughts were unfounded.

She's not sure if that's good or bad, though. ]

Does that mean you've just arrived?

feast.

[conqueress]

[ Dany flinches and draws back instantly, the platter she'd carried thudding upon the ground and upending its contents. It's roast pig, and though it's not as charred as her children would like, she has missed feeding them. ]

Peace, [ she bids him, examining the honey glaze that has now smeared down the bodice of her seafoam gown. He apologizes so readily that she thinks him only clumsy, not malicious. He is lucky he is not in my court. My advisors would reprimand him sharply. ] You meant no offense, I'm certain.

[ It's a curious thing for her now, being bumped into after so long with guards standing between her and anyone who seeks audience in her chamber. She takes him in at a glance with practiced ease, eyes lingering upon the lightsaber in curiosity. It's a weapon, to be sure, but she has never seen such a sword.

Seeing its chance, an imp dares to dart closer to the leavings, but Dany stops it with a glance. ] Are you a knight, to carry such arms?

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

Not exactly. [He isn't cocky enough to lay claim to being a jedi yet, even after the training that Yoda had given him. Especially after that. If anything it served to drive home just how much there still is to learn.] One day maybe, but not yet.

[Even as he speaks he's already crouched down, trying to salvage what he can from the mess he caused. He doesn't know the first thing about the young woman that he bumped into, but she has that same self-possession that Leia does in one of her more regal moods and that sort of thing never fails to make his own background seem more stark in comparison.]

I am sorry about your dress.

[conqueress]

One day? [ she smiles, her curiosity piqued. He's not of Westeros, that much is plain, but she's heard of few other worlds that have knights. ] Then you must be a squire, surely?

[ He's appropriately gallant, to sweep down and pick up the mess. ] It is only honey, no more, [ she tells him. The Drabwurld attendants have surely seen worse, and there is much to be done with magic. ] My children will think me sweeter than usual. [ And she joins him upon the ground, though she doesn't kneel, holding out her hands for the tray. Dany wore rags and leathers alike before she was a queen, and though she wouldn't trouble herself thus before the Meereenese, she needn't watch others scurry about after her here, if she doesn't wish it. Eventually, she tires of being regal.

As Luke gathers the supper, over the din of noise and music comes a low rumble, so low it can almost be dismissed as distant thunder. ]

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

Well, more of an apprentice really, though I guess it's the same sort of--

[While he talks, Luke continues loading the meat onto the waiting tray in her hands, smiling gratefully when she moves to help. At the rumble he pauses though, glancing upwards with narrowed eyes. Thanks to a life spent in Tatooine's desert thunder might not be the first thing that comes to mind when he hears it (instead he hopes for a wild moment that it might be a ship), but he doesn't need to positively identify the sound to know that something big is on the way. The Force is practically screaming it.]

[conqueress]

The same sort of rank? You are apprenticed to a knight? [ Dany prompts him calmly, carefully keeping the wariness from her face. She hears it, too. What mother doesn't recognize her child's voice? But to show either fear or aggression toward Drogon would be unwise, and she knows almost nothing of the man before her.

And so she rises first, holding out a hand to pull him to his feet. The imp she'd warned away, which had lingered hopefully in the shadows, is now fleeing into the darkness as fast as its legs can carry it. ] Tell me, have you ever seen a dragon?

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

Once, back home. And trust me, once was enough.

[But what would a krayt dragon be doing here? Surely they couldn't live outside of the desert. The sense of something getting nearer and nearer grows with each passing moment, as does the fear coming from the imps and any other creatures smart enough to flee before the latest guest arrives. A jedi wouldn't run though. Fear leads to hate. Instead he will stand his ground, drawing on the Force, trying to center himself and project nothing but calm inside and out, ready to meet whatever comes.]

[conqueress]

[ She can see that he is brave, as well. A squire, indeed, but is he a fool? Only a fool, or a man who had lived far beyond the bounds of a natural life, would not be wary of a dragon--yet here he stands, awaiting Drogon's descent. Watchful, but not fleeing. ]

Then you already know that to flee will tempt him, [ she tells him, touching him gently upon the arm. She doesn't know him, this otherworldly squire, but her instincts are rarely wrong, and she thinks it might be kinder to speak the truth. ] Drogon, he is named. I hatched him and his brothers upon a great grass sea when I was frightened and alone. [ She sighs. ] I shall never be alone again, but they grow bigger now, and hungry. You must never approach a dragon in this world.

[ It sounds as if he won't--willingly, at least--but she also fears he might try to slay one.

The darkness above them shifts, and something large lands in the tree nearest them, sending the leaves to fluttering down upon their heads. There, in the blackness, are eyes that glow like two red coals. It isn't the shadows themselves that they see, but a dragon black as night. ]

Drogon, [ she calls sweetly, soothingly, almost as if she's singing a song. ] You have frightened our friends.

[ Her answer is another low rumble, louder this time. A long, black neck snakes down toward them from his perch, black smoke escaping from sharp, black teeth. ]

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

Well, he's certainly impressive. They can't fly back on Tatooine.

[In all honesty, it's smaller than Luke was expecting. But the wings certainly come as an unwelcome shock, as does the heat roiling off of it even at a distance. It isn't evil though. He can sense that. Just hungry and wild. Incredibly hungry actually and that worries him. The last thing anyone needs is for that impatient appetite to turn towards the assembly.

With his eyes closed for the moment and a look of concentration on his face, he reaches out through the Force again, trying to send impressions of peace and calm through himself and into the dragon, the girl, the whole surrounding area if he can. It's something that he knows he should be able to do in theory, but the reality may well be something else entirely. At least he's managed to wrestle down and let go of any anxiety that he may have had about the encounter. That ought to count for something.]