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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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.

[assalted]

[He'd heard the approaching footsteps even before glancing up at the stranger, but he still can't help but be mildly surprised to have someone just coming to talk to him. Even with his newfound mojo, he hasn't ever been the kind of guy who can just draw people in simply by existing in their vicinity. That's more Jace's kind of thing.

he glances down at the offered hand, hesitating briefly. It's not like he was ever a super touchy person or anything, but he's taken to avoiding physical contact with strangers in the past several weeks.

Still, he shakes. His hand is cold, but hey, poor circulation is common enough, right?]

Simon. Glad to see someone else here knows what a phone is. Everything seems kinda ren faire around here.

[wakens]

Kinda.

( he does not, however, look put off by that. in fact, he's positively glowing. he notes the coldness of simon's hand, but it reminds him of a friend back home, who's hands are always cold, too. for specific reasons. )

Maybe there's a sort of magic that can make these things work again.

( gansey taps fingers on the table, wanting to ask a burning question. )

Did you know about magic, before coming here?

[assalted]

[You, sir, are way too excited about all this.

Still, he appreciates that the question is asked, and some tension eases out of his shoulders as he gives a crooked grin.]

Yeah, I got a crash course in all things supernatural fairly recently.

[It's kind of a relief to just put that out there early on. Better than tiptoeing around the subject because the one person who's talking to him seems pretty "normal mundane" and he doesn't want to scare them off with the whole "no actually this fairyworld nonsense isn't really all that mindblowing" thing.]

[wakens]

( it's part adrenaline, really. finding himself in a whole other world, and so much more magic than he'd thought he'd ever see, after he thought he'd seen so much of it already back home.

and also because gansey is a huge nerd about magic and has been looking for it his entire life. )

What is it like, where you're from?

[assalted]

[Well, he's with you on the nerd front. Though it's still up for debate whether he wishes the magic would have just stayed in his games and comics and stuff.]

It's...normal, in a lot of ways. I mean, I have no idea what it's like where you're from, so maybe your definition of normal is different than mine...

[A pause, and Simon frowns and shakes his head, starting over.]

I'm from Brooklyn. Regular, no-magic Brooklyn. I only just got introduced to the less normal part of the city like, maybe a few months ago?

[And boy, has it been an eventful and life-changing few months.]

[wakens]

There's a magic city in Brooklyn?

( it shouldn't be that surprising, but the magic he'd found so far had been so closely tied to his little world, the bubble he lived in in his search and with his friends, that it was strange to think of magic existing beyond it. )

I'm from Henrietta, Virginia. I followed what they call the ley lines from Wales to there.

[assalted]

The city itself isn't magic, as far as I can tell. Just a portion of the people who live there, normally unnoticed by mundanes -- uh, regular people.

[Shit, he's even picking up the talk. Then again, it had to happen sooner or later. Not like he counts as a mundane anymore.]

What's so special about Virginia?

[wakens]

( well, that's interesting. a whole world of magical things existing just below the surface. it's different than the magic of henrietta, which has mostly been asleep for hundreds of years.

speaking of! here comes his favorite part of these conversations. )

How much do you know about Welsh kings?

[assalted]

[Well, that's one way to introduce a topic. Simon arches an eyebrow but plays along.]

Absolutely nothing.

[wakens]

Well, I'm looking for one. Owen Glendower. They hid his body from the English centuries ago, and a lot of things point to him having been taken to Henrietta.

( he hunches his shoulders like see, self explanatory. )

That's what's so special about Henrietta.

( at least at first. now it's home, too, and gansey could elaborate an essay on why henrietta is special. )

[assalted]

[aaand the eyebrow arches higher.]

Because there's a dead king buried there? I mean, that's cool and all, but it sounds more likely to make the town into a tourist trap than anything magic.

network

[depicted]

Haven't seen the Roc around, so nothing too angry lately.

[assalted]

Ha ha. You're hilarious.

[...]

You are joking, right? Or do I have to explain the cultural phenomenon that is Angry Birds?

[depicted]

Unless you mean the general attitude of Australian wildlife, yeah, you'll want to explain that.

Multiverse, remember? Different times, different places.

[assalted]

How am I supposed to tell who's medieval and who's just messing with me?

[Several months ago, he would have freaked way more about the whole multiverse thing. Now, it's more exasperation mingled with bemusement over the turn his life has taken.

(Besides, even the Downworlders back home sometimes manage to be up to date on their pop culture.)]

[depicted]

Set up an automatic survey?

Or you could give up the pop culture references. Bit brutal, I admit.

[assalted]

I can't. They're what keep me alive. Without them, my lungs stop functioning and my heart ceases to beat.

It's all very tragic.

[depicted]

I hear they have pills for that now. Ever considered a transplant?

[assalted]

I don't think it'd work.

[Though it'd probably make for an interesting scene in the operating room. First the panic over "doctor this kid appears to be dead already" followed by whatever backlash would come of the poor doctor trying to cut him open with a scalpel.]

[depicted]

Why, got flesh resistant to pop-culture minus blood types?

[assalted]

Sure, let's go with that.

[depicted]

You almost sound like you might be serious.

[assalted]

How do you know I'm not? Multiverse, remember? For all you know, I come from a world where people subsist on pop culture references.