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.]

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?]

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! )

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?"

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.

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.

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.]

[lifebound]

[Alexstrasza has seen enough shows of fealty in her time to know when they are practiced and when they are not. She does not judge this stranger either way for it, but rather greets her with a pleased sort of rumble. Queen she may have been, yet she expects no worship from anyone for any reason.]

Rise, fair Ysayle. You need not bend the knee before me.

[And that aura spreads to touch her too, like a warm blanket descending. Hello, it says, you are loved.]

I do not smell Azeroth upon you, but I sense great purpose. From what land do you hail?

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. ]

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. )

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?

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. ]

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! )

dance

[respired]

[Koltira recoils from being touched, however lightly. He has the decency to look apologetic when he sees who it is, though. A face, an aura familiar to everyone on Azeroth, in name and legend if not in the flesh. Koltira's eyes widen, and he takes an instinctive step back. He means no disrespect, but she is the Queen of Life--and he hasn't been among the living in a long time.]

Ah. Apologies, my lady. I don't expect you'd much care for a dance with me.

[icebrand]

[ Her aura may be warm, but Ysayle's heart is frozen in remorse. There's a phantom within her that remains dormant for now, though it may be easy for another to pick up on it--especially a dragon. Not that she's aware of it herself, Ysayle straightening her posture to stand tall as she always has. ]

The region of Eorzea. [ It's a rigid answer for a question that seems rather pointless to be asking. They're all from different worlds, are they not?

Azeroth. This is the first she's heard of it. ] It is very far away from this world from what I understand.

locket - voice.

[greywar]

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

Mr President?

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...

network.

[independant]

Yes.

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

[lifebound]

[His face... it seemed familiar. His presence, too, she'd sensed about Northrend. She cannot place a name but she does place his status, and frowns for it. This was a death knight, a creature that suffered under the Lich King's command. Alexstrasza does not judge; she has love to spare for everyone, even her corrupted brother, but she feels for him in particular.

She feels that, perhaps more than the rest, he deserves a bit of comfort for his sorrows. Death and life are of the same breed, after all, so she is not ashamed to gently grasp his hand and speak soothingly as she would to all others. She does not judge and she does not discriminate.]

Please. You would honor me for the chance.

[And she dips her head to show that even a queen is not beneath respecting the likes of death.]

[gurei]

[ There'll be a delay in the reply because Gray is staring at the locket for a solid minute before starting to work on a reply, which will most likely take her five other minutes. ]

Could you tell me if he's here? Or maybe he was at some point?

[lifebound]

[She is a strange one, that much Alexstrasza can ascertain, but beyond that... her powers are more limited in this place, more of a strain to exercise. She decides not to pry but rather to focus on what's in front of her. The here and now.]

It is unknown to me, as it may be to others. We are from many walks of life, that I've seen, we Shardbearers.

[Gently, Alexstrasza sets her nose beside Ysayle. A frozen heart, but the eyes upon her are kind enough to melt such ice.]

You may call me Alexstrasza. I am glad to meet you all the same, young one.

[independant]

Why should I tell you anything?

[ A little hostile maybe, but Rin's middle name may as well be aggressive because that's how her personality tends to be. Funny how Waver always surrounded himself with people who were like that away from the Clock Tower. ]

did someone say saberface; arrival

[dayknight]

[Really now; he's no master of subtlety himself, but trying as hard as this girl is does nothing but draw more attention.

That said, he doesn't intend on admonishing her for it or something. That'd be silly. He's more concerned over the fact she's behaving this way to begin with; nervous on a first day or something? Possible. May as well try and do something about that, the best he can.

So he approaches-]

Excuse me, miss. [A beat.] Is everything alright?

[gurei]

My name is Gray, and I'm Lord El-Melloi II's apprentice, so his well-being, here or anywhere else remains one of my priorities.

[ Honesty is the best answer? And judging by the way this conversation is going, Gray is already wondering if she's talking to a magus. Most likely. ]

[gurei]

Eh?

[ Gray peeks form under her hood, finding the face of the man. Good looking, tall, well-built. He has the port of a knight, she thinks absentmindedly. And he's asking her something, too. ]

Ah, yes. It's okay. I'm just...disoriented, is all.