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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[greywar]

( locket in one hand, ronan's pressed the other over his mouth,
trying to swallow down the giddiness of gansey being here. )

Yeah, Lynch-Ronan –

( exhale. get a handle on things. )

I'm not going anywhere, slow down. Are you okay?

[wakens]

I'm fine! Are you? Are you hurt?

( he's on the move but ronan has not told him where he is yet. he stops. )

Where am I going? Ronan, tell me where you are before I get lost.

[greywar]

No, I'm –– really glad you're here, shit –

( and he tells gansey where he his. )

– don't get lost.

[wakens]

Oh! I know where that is. Be right there.

( okay, it's a little far, and he gets there a little out of breath, but that's not because he was running or anything. )

Ronan!

[greywar]

( does he play it cool and sit still?
does he tell gansey about time, that he took too long? ronan had begun to drill
it into himself that he was without his friends, without gansey especially, and suddenly
he can't really joke about it, not now he's faced with him.

he flings his arms around gansey's shoulders, a little awkwardly,
fists bunching at his back, and opts for saying nothing. )

[wakens]

( this isn't something they do very often. it isn't something they've done for a while, but his arms still go around ronan as naturally as he breathes. offering comfort and reassurance, even through his own relief to see ronan here and in one piece. if ronan is here, then the others might be, too. )

Hey. It's good to see you.

[greywar]

( his fingers press into the shape of gansey's shoulderblades and then he lets go.
they don't hug often. it's not – them. they've never had to rely on physicality
to get through their friendship. gansey would often be in the next room over whilst
ronan sat with the door shut, and it was enough to just know that if he stepped out
gansey would be there with his notebooks or working on his scale model of their
town. he steps back, scratches his collarbone awkwardly, exhales. )

– when did you get here? And how did you not have a pen with you?

[wakens]

( ronan's presence immediately makes gansey feel more himself. his shoulders relax and his posture takes on the easiness of someone who attributes home to people. his relief that ronan is fine also reassures him that they'll be finding the others soon enough. perhaps they're not here, but gansey wants to be absolutely sure of this first. )

Not very long ago. They didn't know if any of you would be here, I kept asking.

( masking his worry with an awe and fascination for the place worked until he had time to think. he'd done his best not to. )

And I did have a pen! ( the story of how he lost said pen could have been funny or adventurous, but it's not. a sheepish expression flickers on his face, and then is gone. ) I lost it in high grass. Or maybe something stole it, I'm still not entirely sure.

[greywar]

( ronan lets out a short, rude bark of a laugh. it echoes in the place they're in, and
ronan's grin is lopsided. as always, exposed teeth make him look like something
dangerous – like a shark or a wolf – but if you know him, and gansey does (better
than anyone), there is a warmth buried beneath it. )

Maybe something made you lose it.

( he shakes his head. )

This place - it's like someone took Cabeswater and made it into a nation.

[wakens]

( it is, and Gansey loves it fiercely already. cabeswater had been such a discovery, the very place made of magic and dreams itself, and now he found himself in a world of it. unpredictable and surprising and all of it magic in some way or other. )

It is. It's much vaster than I thought at first, too.

( he's not yet thinking about distances between them, simply about the scope of the place and all the nooks and crannies that might be hiding some delightful trick, some new critter or plant with magical properties. )

[greywar]

( ronan's chin tips up, eyes leaving gansey only for a fleeting moment. he's not thinking about the distance yet either. he's too glad to see gansey here at all, especially considering the things that no one else understands – him, generally, and then the specifics: )

You know how it's not like Cabeswater?

( his voice drops a little, eyes returning to gansey's face, lips pursing. )

I can't dream here.

[wakens]

What?

( that snaps all of gansey's attention on ronan. his first reaction is concern for ronan, remembering that night in the church and the (at the time) innocuous sounding i can't dream explanation for his disappearance and the smell of alcohol on him.

then his mind is rushing to make connections, trying to connect dots in order to find an explanation and maybe a solution. something concrete that could help ronan, something solid to focus on to fix if it's a problem they can solve. )

Maybe you need Cabeswater and it's too far. Maybe we're on a different ley line.

( but that's not much, not yet. gansey makes a note to look into this, and wants to reassure ronan. )

We can figure it out and fix it.

[greywar]

It's gotta be. Whatever makes my power work doesn't work out of our ... world.

( he decides against bringing up his fear that leaving their world, their time, their ley line is something like dying: that his dream constructs - including his little brother - might fall into a deep sleep without him there. ronan has made himself into a haven of secrets since childhood, secrets even from his best friend; he hasn't told gansey about matthew.

so as to fixing it, ronan just provides a decidedly unhelpful derisive snort, like, sure we will. )

D'you think there's any Glendower-relevant shit here?

[wakens]

( gansey's eyebrows furrow, his expression turning slightly stern. the snort in response is not unusual, but in this context gansey doesn't want to let it go. in this context he knows they're both trying to take a lot of things one step at a time, and it soothes gansey to give ronan reassurance as much as it might help ronan. )

We will, Ronan. I think there are, it's what I'm trying to find out. What I needed a pen for.

[greywar]

( ronan always feels a little cowed when gansey frowns at him, but never quite enough to stop being an ass immediately. the corner of his mouth is skewed, halfway to a sneer, but it's gansey, and ronan has never really been the pit viper people like to call him when it comes to his best friend. )

Yeah, hold on.

( he shrugs his bag off his shoulder. opens it, digging deep into the bottom. what? he had his schoolbag on him when all this world-shifting shit happened. it's tattier than it already was, already bearing the marks of the drabwurld's idea of adventure. he sniffs and holds something out to gansey. )

Don't let faeries steal this shit.

( it's a workbook and ronan's pencil case, full of pens. the workbook is well-used and filled mostly with ronan's latin notes, but it's got plenty of room left for when gansey runs out of room in whatever he's writing in now. )

[wakens]

( oh. gansey takes both almost reverently. it's not much, and back home he can buy himself thousands of those if he wishes, but here, this has value. ronan could make use of these himself. )

I won't.

( out of the question. they're a gift, and that makes them something non-disposable or replaceable. )

Thank you, Ronan. ( then, with a tiny smile: ) I won't be running out of ink any time soon.

[greywar]

( ronan shrugs, like it's no big deal, and he goes to zip his bag back up and hesitates. his hand reaches in. he's remembered something else. he already finds it hard enough to sleep, but his conscious won't let him sleep if he knows these are in his bag and not with the person who needs them.

it's a box of epipens. a secret, albeit a little one, laid bare. one of many boxes that he's dreamed up and stashed around. )

I know you won't have any of these with you.

( he opens it – it's a two-box – and tips one into his hands. holds it out to gansey. there's a grim look on his face that begs gansey not to ask why ronan is carrying epipens around with him. )

Don't lose this, either.