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TEST DRIVE MEME

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01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD.
The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks!

02. THE STATION.
Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms!

03. WILDCARD.
Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

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[ There's peace and quiet to be found in the snowy Spinebacks and he enjoys spending hours playing with the sylphs and misty horses of the upper reaches, but Jack always returns to the castle-proper of Caer Glaem before the night is out and steals through the lofty corridors as silent as a breath of wind, only pausing to grab a bite to eat or brush off the fairies that always seem to get in his way by implementing unexpected races ('Not tonight, go on — shoo!'). Tonight, he makes his way into one of the many cosy common rooms and perches on the armrest of a sofa, staff leaning against a shoulder as he listens to an old resident weaving tales of an old battle by the crackling hearth (from which Jack keeps his distance).

He pokes a plate of snacks on the nearby table and freezes the icing of one to the end of his staff, intending to reel the cake back in to nibble on the hardened top — the plop of the still-soft sponge onto a lap gives him pause, however, ('Whoops!') and he glances over at the only other person sitting on the sofa who now owns somewhat crumbly clothes. ]

Sorry about that.

(1)

[ The feast is magnificent and he has no want for new friends in the so-called Castle of Light. Ned isn't the type to indulge for the sake of it though, so when he isn't talking politely to lords from other lands (royals, too) or eating his fill (often tossing a bit of this and that to a hopeful fairy) Ned makes a slow circuit of the Great Hall with his eye out for anyone he knows. He can't be the only Stark here, surely. Moments before the little sprites lured him away, he was in the Tower of the Hand. The little creatures were in his world, who knows who else they've spoken to? It's a little surreal not to see Arya racing about after cats or to hear Sansa complaining on his peripheries about her newest hairstyle, and because of them being in King's Landing he misses his daughters a shade more keenly than the rest of his family, who are undoubtedly well and far from any mischief this otherworldly magic could bring to the Red Keep. Hopefully, at any rate.

Time rolls on, the evening darkens, and later he wanders the grounds to the same end. ]

(2)

[It's not to say that Usagi hadn't wanted to take advantage of the feast. Food and music and wine (that she really shouldn't be allowed to drink) they're all her calling cards. But she's wise, now, to the perils of accepting things from strangers. The hard truth is that if something is supernatural and free, there's likely mischief behind it. So she steals a sandwich and takes off down the halls, out into the courtyards and overhears talk of the Station.

It seems almost too good to be true, even if she isn't one hundred percent sure what wifi is. How to get there requires her sacrificing her sandwich, but it's worth the exchange.

She's a little wide eyed as she wanders the station - bumping into strangers ("sorry!") and peering into the daunting faces of computers that are definitely more modern than what she's used to. ]

[ The Greenwood in this world is peaceful and beautiful, the trees whisper kindly, surrounding every being that enters with love and affection. So ancient, so lush, so peculiar when compared to the forests of Middle-Earth. It's a sight to see and it quickly became Legolas personal favourite area, large and vast, and a comfort to wander in in either sunlight or starlight. He could live here, he certainly could, though at all times there has been a shadow on his mind, a shadow of a different desire. A gentle shush of waves haunted him in the times of rest, much as he tried to ignore it all. In Middle-Earth he wished not to leave too quickly, wished to stay until staying was no longer possible, his heart torn between the love of those who would remain, out of choice or out of lack of it, and the intense longing to set sail.

Here, it was impossible to sail to the Undying Lands period as he had quickly found out.

Another war, another conflict he has been pulled into, something he currently needed some respite from. Thus, here was he. Outskirts of the forest by the plains, or the mountains, or the heart of it, wandering without much aim and marvelling at its beauty. Bow in hand, as it always is, a single white knife of the elves at his back with a quiver of arrow to accompany it. Not even the softest sound manage to escape elven ears, and yet this forest is filled with so many of them that in the end even a wood elf can be sneaked upon, until it's too late and a crack of a branch gives away the approach. Legolas spins around, in a blink of an eye there is an arrow in his fingers, nocked on the string of the bow and pointed towards the approaching creature.

Friend or foe? Dumped between conflicted sides, warring with each other, surrounded by creatures many and various, unknown and unfamiliar, he honed a sense of a healthy wariness within his heart again. And many were first greeted with the shining and sharp tip of an elven arrow, shaped like a leaf, rather than with a friendly touch to a shoulder. Though he wished he could have put behind him the memories of the War of the Ring. ]

Halt! Who is approaching?

( OOC: OR HONESTLY ANYTHING ELSE... assumed CR is fine with cross-canon, since I'm going along with him having been there a while, etc, etc, etc. Basically chill to all the things. )

[ For all the world, this Greenwood is most like to the one they called home before ever the Shadow sought to pollute Rhovanion. Here, amongst the fairies and golems, with a thudding of golden hooves and flash of a green Seelie cloak, rides the Elvenking on his steed; a unicorn newly named Estellio for the easy bond forged between beast and elf. He tracks his son for the latter half of the afternoon when the sun is warming through the leaves, pausing to gain his bearings now and then. It's when Estellio stands on some bracken that the sharp call to his left alerts him to having already found Legolas and he turns the stallion with a gentle tug on an aureate mane. No saddles are needed for the elves, so Thranduil tightens his knees to stay in place as they emerge from the tree-line. ]

Someone you know very well, I should hope.

[ He does not wear his crown here, not while riding, and his long hair spills over a shoulder as he regards his child. ]

Were you planning to stay out here all night?

[ Simba's more than a little out of his depth with all the magical creatures and strange two-legged animals wandering around, but he hasn't lost his curiosity. "The Station" is the most sundered of all the places on the map he was given and he stuffs it back inside the pouch the fairies gave him, along with the locket, looping it over his neck before cautiously approaching the sleek homestead. The castles are too big for him to brave right away, having appeared in the Drabwurld somewhere on a battle-field. It only seemed sensible to follow the eastern road.

He's so busy staring at everything in the Station that when someone bumps into him, he lowers his ears and backs off immediately, tail down. What a lion, right? If only Timon and Pumba were here, he would have felt much more confident. ]

Oh! Sorry! Sorry, wasn't watching where I was, uh. Where I was.

[ Instantly, Legolas relaxes when the familiar and so beloved voice reaches his ears, when his father rides out towards him and stops near-by. The arrow returns to the quiver and he puts the bow to his back as well, to have both hands free now. Instantly also, a smile comes on his features, curling the corners of his lips and easily reaching his eyes. He approaches with quick steps, reaching a hand to touch the steed's snout, rub gently along the nose, while he looks up to his father with a look that betrays both joy and amusement.

His voice is all easy tones and subtle, very private, laughter; a little more free now that there are no guards to watch the way the Elvenking and his son as they speak privately. ]

That was not the plan, though it appears I must have misplaced my sense of time this morning if you rode out to find me. It seems your game has found you first, however.

[ And his gaze shifts from Thranduil's face towards beyond the canopies of the trees with a pleasant sigh. ]

I did not realise it was so late already.

That was not the reason I came to uproot you, for which I apologise. I might have awaited your return, but I wished to take the air.

[ The unicorn snorts happily, lipping at Legolas's sleeve. Above, Thranduil tips his chin away north-east and slides to the ground, pacing on the unicorn's other side as they start a slow aimless amble through the forest. Best to give the beast a chance to catch its breath and eat. ]

Have you been to Cothromach?

[ It reminds him idly of the times home, when he was nothing more but an elfling and the long walks through their home under the light of the sun or a starry sky with his father, and it's a comfort. Lightly, he rescues his sleeve from the beast's mouth, and rubs the gentle arch of a neck, strong with muscles taunt and tense beneath the warm skin and he continues on along with Thranduil. ]

You need not apologise, father. I am glad to have you join me.

[ At the question, he cocks his head slightly, in wonder as to what brought it on. ]

I have not yet. This forest and its secrets have been occupying all my time as of late and I still believe there is more to discover. Why do you ask?

It is called an aelfen-dwarven city, built by both races. I've not the time to spare on such a journey. I thought you might visit in my stead and relay the bearing of it back, when you return.

[ Such a sanctuary has never been in all his long years on Middle-Earth, not on such a grand scale. Statues front the entrance, the books in Caer Glaem's library say — an elf and a dwarf, one at either flank. ]

When I am finished for a time with my interests in the main castle, I have a mind to go there.

[The truth is, Usagi is not graceful. When she stumbles into Simba, it doesn't even register that it is not a person like shape she has hit. She turns, begins to apologise:]

Sorry! Sorry, it was my -

[And promptly squeaks with wide eyes and isn't sure whether to bow low enough to feel her back creak or take sixteen steps back. A lion! An apologetic ... lion? ]

- fault. A-ah - I definitely didn't mean to run into you.

[She goes with bowing, with a silent mantra of please don't eat me for being rude.]

[ An offer that fills his heart with joy (with sources oh so various and plenty), makes him straighten his back even further to walk proudly alongside his father. The restlessness stays with him still, the energy of the early springtime of his life. And a thought of travel still is an exciting one, as attached as he might have grown to the Greenword forest he so favoured. It is almost as if he had grown addicted to it, or perhaps it's the health of it that makes him feel so at ease at all times.

Legolas brushes away a branch in his way, delicately lifting it with the back of his hand and releasing it behind him as he passes by. ]

If you wish me to, then I shall set out as soon as I am able.

[ He speaks without a single doubt clouding his voice. ]

It sounds a city with a great deal of interest to me as well, despair as I may to leave the forest behind.

(3)

[He is almost certain that he's hallucinating. The thing is, Peter has been poisoned ( ead:has poisoned) with wolfs bane enough times now that it causes strong hallucinations. A castle ruined by fae is somewhat elaborate, but not entirely improbable. In the Noa woods, Peter counts the people who could possibly want to poison him.

The list is, unfortunately, entirely too long. The woods, although quiet and almost mournful, are quiet enough to give him space to think. Running had not helped him anyway - breaking his own fingers had done nothing to wash the poison out of his system any faster.

It occurs to him, hours later, approaching Caer Scima, that he might not be hallucinating at all. His locket hangs around his neck. Likening it to a noose seems dramatic, but it's a heavy weight he's conscious of. After a moment of deliberation, he opens it with a resigned downturn of his mouth and a cautious furrow of his brows. ]

Now, let's see how this thing works.

[He can turn this to advantage. Somehow. ]

Despair but a little, Legolas. The forest will still be here when you wish to return.

[ Pleased as he is, his words twist in amusement. When the unicorn stops to munch on a tussock of rich wildflowers, he gives it some space and almost absently rests a hand on one of the trees. The Greenwood here has a gentle way about it, almost as peaceable as a mother's touch, and he understands all too well in his own right how addictive it must be for any elf, let alone one so young as Legolas. ]

How long have you been abroad here, now? By a recent count.

[ He laughs breathlessly, chagrined, and in a distinctly human gesture as he sits on his hind legs, rubs the back of his mane with a paw. ]

We kinda ran into each other, huh? I'm Simba. [ So weird, she only hair fur on her head. No wonder the two-legs wear other things to cover up! ] I've ... never spoken to an animal like you before.

[ Awkwaaaaaard. ]

[ Quiet hints of embarrassment resound in his voice with a truthful admission. ]

It is still almost like leaving home for the first time, though home it is not...

[ Perhaps he had grown too comfortable here, but he couldn't feel much remorse. His father is here with him, though unlike Legolas, Thranduil is a little less out and about among the trees, more willing to remain in the castle and learn of this world. Still, it only serves to add another level of comfort to Legolas' stay here. Something which makes this bearable so easily, adds a sense of familiarity to what's otherwise too strange.

Though his thoughts often stray to other friends that he would hope to see and with whom he wished to share the experience. ]

It has been three months, in which winter has given way to the stirring of spring.

I remember.

[ Spoken under his breath, still loud enough for elven ears to pick it up, he plucks a handful of grass and takes it to the unicorn, stroking through its glinting golden mane as it eats off his palm. His gaze rests on Legolas. ]

You ought to meet some of the people in the castle. We were called here to defend this place, and it would do you good to at least know the faces of your allies.

[ If not their names or anything else about them. ]

[ Legolas' eyes flicker to his father's face to meet his eyes, still bright blue in the soft light of a dying day. Indeed, he caught the words, nothing more but a soft gasp that could easily be lost within the whisper of leaves moved with every, even the gentlest, gust of wind.

He wished not to force him relive memories unpleasant, painful perhaps, Legolas isn't certain, reading Thranduil has always been a task nearly impossible. Though his father could read him like an open book. ]

I have met some of them, before I began to wander...

[ But he couldn't quite not answer the call of wanderlust within his blood, to ease the longing for the sea that would otherwise overtake him. ]

When I return from Cothromach, I shall strive to stay behind at the castle more often. [ He stops suddenly, a thoughtful pause before he asks a question of his own. ] How do you find our allies, father?

[ There is a terrible satisfaction in knowing the sea cannot take his son away from him in this land. He is covetous of Legolas's time and company, but only inasmuch as any father would be if their child decided to leave for a distant shore, never to return unless joined by their parent's volition. How Elrond bears the loss of Arwen's immortality is a source of mystery and second-hand pride in the other elf-lord's self-control.

Legolas wanders these woods because they feel safe and he has trouble standing still. He wishes for that final journey to be taken and, until it is, he will be restless evermore. Thranduil answers him after a short pause where he puts these thoughts to the back of his mind, all of them sparked by his son's tell-tale phrasing. ]

I do not trust all of them. Some are wily and others foolish, but the greater numbers appear to have good hearts. The majority, if nothing else. I would not trade any one of them for the likes of Caer Scima, if the tales of the Unseelie court stand true.

[Weird is watching him do one of her embarrassed habits. She does the same thing, rubs the back of her head in embarrassment and straightens up with a sheepish look on her face. ]

I-I'm Usagi! Have you really never seen a human before?

[It is possible. Maybe there are no humans at all, where talking lions live. After a moment, she realizes she's staring. With pink ears, she blurts out: ] Sorry! I'm never seen a lion that can speak before. I mean, not a real lion. My cat -

[She stops herself short abruptly. She can feel herself beginning to ramble. My cat can talk is on the tip of her tongue, but Luna is definitely not an ordinary cat! But maybe - maybe Simba is from the same planet? Luna's never mentioned there being big cats on Mau - Luna never mentions Mau period. ]

My cat, Luna. She can speak too, but I don't think she's even as big as your paw.

I mean, you look a little like a monkey but, uh. No, definitely not. 'Human'. Crazy.

[ Muttering the latter to himself, he cocks his head. ]

Your cat? You've been around then, met others from the jungle or plains? Where are you from, Usagi? Do you live here?

[ So many!! Questions! ]

[Amidst all the confusion and caution, Usagi feels slightly out of place in Caer Glaem. She's not as graceful as the fairy folk (though her appetite surely rivals theirs) and her school uniform doesn't fit, not among the bright garments of fae. Serenity's white gown might have fit in here, she thinks. It's all a little intimidating, even for someone who's faced scarier things than a banquette. She's doing much the same as Ned; desperately searching the room for a familiar face, often bumping into others as she steps backwards or to the side.

She side steps strangers and bumps her elbow against Ned, turning with pink ears and an apologetic grimace. ]

Sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going.

[The resounding theme of Usagi's night. She takes him in quickly, trying to decide whether or not he seems the type to forgive or to grudge. Severe, is what she thinks - but she doesn't think he looks cruel. ]

[A monkey. She's suddenly so glad she's alone here. There is no way Rei or Minako would ever let her live this down. She has a dodged a nickname bullet, here. ]

Oh, no way! Luna's - she's from somewhere far away. Definitely not from the Jungle! I'm from Japan - totally not from here.

[She has to admit, this is the cutest lion she has ever seen. The most excited lion she has ever seen. ]

Haven't heard of it.

[ Rising, he peers around her as if looking for a tail. More like Rafiki, I guess. ]

How come none of the lions you know ever said anything to you?

[ He steps back, a hand out to steady the girl as they bump. ]

Not to worry, child. [ ... Is it just Ned, or do young girls nowadays do the oddest things with their hair? He himself appears like any fair-tempered man his age, looking her over with a glance and finding she's as young as Sansa. He nods his head to the banquet. ] Can you not find your friends, or were you hiding back here?

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