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 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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[drearily]

[Crouching down to pick up her crossbow, she gives a curt nod.]

Uncle Fester taught me.

[There's a pause, as she takes a moment to look him up and down.]

Have you always been able to fly?

[infant]

You don't need an uncle either. Grown-ups aren't to be trusted.

[ Peter shrugs as he sits on the edge of the table, playing with his dagger. ]

I suppose so. For a long time, anyway. [ Not always, no, but he doesn't want anyone to know about his first home with the birds on that little island, about being so upset he couldn't fly for so long. ] You could fly too if the fairies here had any pixie dust, but they don't.

[drearily]

Don't they?

[She's certain one of the fairies around has to have some sort of flying dust in them. Setting aside her crossbow on the table, she climbs up to stand with him.]

Maybe you haven't tried shaking the right ones.

allison argent ⇏ teen wolf

[driven]

[ she's not totally convinced that this isn't some kind of dream. maybe a hallucination. maybe she was drugged and taken off somewhere and that is why she doesn't remember talking to any faeries. doesn't remember making the apparent decision to come to wherever this is to fight whatever war is going on.

this sounds more like a fantasy novel, or some kind of live version of an online role playing game. not real life. there's no way this can be real life. and yet when allison turns the corner of the corridor and finds tables full of food and drink and people, she freezes. she's got her ring-dagger in her hand and her grip tightens around it, but that's the extent of her movement.

and when she speaks, she doesn't realize it at first. thinks its an internal thought. ]

You can't be serious.

screams um hi

[needsnoheadsman]

[Robb had been on his way to his uncle's wedding, when the sprites lured him away. He can't help but wonder just what he was thinking, because now he's as far away from his army as he can get. Walder Frey is going to be incredibly displeased, and Robb can already imagine the scolding his mother will give him--that is, if he ever gets back to Westeros. After being briefed on why he's been brought here, it's something he can't help but doubt.

He does partake of the feast, but not that much--a bite of bread, a sip of wine, and he feels a little safer, but still on guard, still uneasy. He speaks politely enough to the lords from other worlds, but each conversation is short and tense. He's wary, and he's looking around for a familiar face when he finds one he never thought he'd see again.

He doesn't drop the loaf of bread he'd taken, but it's a near thing.]

Father? [For the first time in a long while, Robb Stark sounds young, shock written clear across his features. Well, who wouldn't be shocked--his father's bones had been sent north to be interred in the crypts of Winterfell, when he last checked, and now here he is, alive and hale and whole.]

[aliased]

No, no, she screamed. I heard her scream and then she fainted, I didn't see her after Yoren took me-- [ she probably sounds a bit wild, her mind is racing, the thoughts, the memories of that day haunt her, torment her. but she must be strong, she can't cry.

and yet there are tears slipping down her cheeks as he keeps her close. he smells familiar, he smells like home. it has to be him, it truly does, doesn't it? if he were a ghost, he would smell like a ghost. old nan always said they smelled different, wrong. dead.]

I thought I'd never see you again.

anna { frozen }

[zomer]

[ most people might take this sudden appearance in a new land, as well as an explanation of drafting and an information dump of wars in other lands and shards of a jewel as something to worry about. most people might wonder what is going on, and why, how did they get here, how do they get out. there are so many questions that most people would probably ask.

anna? anna doesn't have time for that. not that she doesn't wonder about the logistics of how she ended up here, and what it means that she's now fighting a war, but her attentions aren't focused only on that. no, instead she's much more interested in the feast, in the people, in the sights and sounds and smells. so apologies in advance if she kind of bumps into anyone as she's walking around. she can get a little excited while she's in the moment - the seriousness can sink in later.

because now? this is an adventure ]

belle french | once upon a time

[braverys]

[ Coming from a land of magic has left Belle far too used to faeries and imps and the like to be completely at a loss, at least initially, but she is still hopelessly confused. She was expecting the enchanted forest, to be with Baelfire, the Charmings, even Regina and Hook, and yet she stands before a large feast with strangers she cannot possibly put a name to.

As if that were not enough there is still a hollow ache inside of her chest, an echoing memory of Rumplestiltskin. The dagger had never disappeared, she was sure of it, there had to be a way to find him - but how could she do it if she wasn't entirely sure of where she was? This wasn't like any realm she had ever seen before in her lifetime.

After a moment's hesitation, gathering her skirts around herself, she steps forward and touches a stranger's arm gently. ]

Excuse me? Have you seen a man named Baelfire, by chance?

dean winchester • supernatural

[mulletrock]

oo2 - THE STATION.

[Not his first time being transported to some freaky parallel dimension, whatever. When he first showed up he thought he might've had a little too much to drink the night before. Usually it wasn't like him to pass up the opportunity at free eats but he was feeling a little winded from the trip and wanted to get a leg up on the research. A place with internet access seemed like his best bet. It's what Sam'd nag him to do, anyway. The coffee next to him is going untouched. He's not ready to trust any of it yet, especially what the natives are forking over outta the goodness of their hearts.

For once his posture's not saying leave me the hell alone, it's open- to suggestions, to the rest of the people stuck here like him. It wasn't a fluke, he'd seen quite a few strangers sporting the same confused look on their mug. It's easy for Dean to tell them apart from the rest, and that guard goes right back up when someone sets off any of his alarms. He wasn't raised in this for nothing.

Under the table he's flipping a small knife between his fingers. The one he keeps concealed in his boot. Every now and then it catches a glint from the sun and sends a streak of shimmer rocketing across the wall next to him.]

[quietwolf]

Come now, look at these big tears from such a little girl.

[ Finding the cuff of his shirt, he gently wipes away the worst of them and as much of the dirt as he can. Disturbed by what she says, Ned reaches to pull her into his lap and rocks with her as if she's no more than a babe in arms, the warmth and noise of the feast a backdrop to their own world.

He finds her hand, splaying his own big one against it, and murmurs into her hair. ]

Now you've found me again, see? We shan't be parted. [ His fingers slide through her own and give a reassuring squeeze, a good knee jostling her fondly as though to underline the fact it can, he's entirely solid. ] Your father's here, Arya. He's right here.

[aphrodisiacs]

[ alisha doesn't give a shit about any wars. it's none of her business — and it sure as hell won't start to be. she wasn't made for this, all this fighting and all this bullshit — she can barely handle having a fucking superpower. ]

[ but what she can handle, however, is a free feast. and while she's sulking and afraid and misses home, she picks up a plate and piles the food on. they don't provide this shit in the community centre, after all — and she might as well make the most of it. it doesn't hurt that this'll make rudy jealous as fuck when she goes back and tells him she dined for free in some bullshit world. ]

[ she's picking up a glass when someone bumps into her. she stumbles, just a little, and her plate tips only slightly. her heart thumps — she's thankful the food she's piled on hasn't quite made itself home on the floor. ]

[ but she's so on edge that her tone shifts into that of a blade. ] Er. [ she frowns and says, rather meanly: ] Watch where you're going.

stiles stilinski | teen wolf

[hypercompetent]

01.
[ so. a fairy party after a kidnapping seems just plausible enough to happen in stiles' life--honestly, he's starting to consider the fact that maybe his definition of "plausible" has changed considerably after his best friend turned into a werewolf, and recently, after he was possessed by a crazy fox spirit.

so. fairies? fairies, he can handle.

what's a trickster to a former fox, right? it's that bit of dark humor that has the teenager keeping an eye on his drink like this is the seedy party it feels like--he takes a sniff of it, then takes a sip, winces, and promptly starts choking.

it's not even gross, or poisoned--he just inhaled a little too hard. cough hack choke, stiles stilinski knows how to make an entrance. ]

[piratic]

[ on top of everything, the fact that there are actual children around, many of which are seemingly from various different worlds, is also something that rubs hook the wrong way. still, as the girl answers him, he only raises a brow at her. ]

Ridiculous or not, the place hardly garners any trust. [ the place, the story of what is going on or how they're supposed to help. it all makes his hook itch almost, as if unwariness really is seeping into his skin. ]

Tell me, girl, where do you come from?

[aliased]

I'm not little-- [ she protests softly, weakly as he pulls her into his arms and into his lap, like she is a little girl. and she can't find the will to fight it just now, not when she feels so exhausted, feels worn to the bone. and here is her father. maybe i'm dead too.]

You promise? [ its the question of a child, of a girl her actual age, not the girl she's started to be twisted into. her eyes fall shut for a moment before her stomach growls loudly, earning itself a sheepish and yet annoyed look at her stomach. not having eaten a proper meal in over a week, her body protests.]

[piratic]

[ hook can sense her wariness almost instantly, as it's something he's more than used to. but still, he offers a smile -- not the most genuine but it's there -- before answering in the most nonchalant of tones. ]

Sounds like sense to me. Something most here seem to be lacking.

[brainiest]

[ Well, that she can understand. Being dragged to another world for a strange and unfamiliar purpose isn't exactly the best way to get someone on your side, but Hermione wants to give them the benefit of the doubt as much as she can, at least until she's learned enough to think otherwise. ]

That's true. They could've asked instead of bringing us here, I suppose, but maybe that defeats the whole purpose of whatever it is they're trying to do. [ She breathes out, pursing her lips a little.

At the simple 'girl' she purses her lips, crossing her arms. ]

My name is Hermione Granger and I'm from England.

[aphrodisiacs]

[ alisha has her own drink in hand. unlike stiles, she doesn't think of what could possibly be in the alcohol. she's too trusting of it — nothing is ever free in life, anyway, and when one is presented with a free feast, one goes for it. ]

[ she's standing near him, minding her own business, watching people. it's really boring, actually; this is something simon would do, stand off to the side, observe quietly and disengage from everything around him. her foot taps as she surveys the room for something … and she finds it. choking. right near her. ]

[ alisha arches her brow. ] You all right? [ it's a stupid question, but he was stupid enough to try and inhale his drink. ]

[pterosaur]

:If I did, I'm sure I'd find something to do, never you fear.:

[Wherever she lives, she's not bothering to tell most people. Particularly bloodthirsty sorts.]

:And I might. Or I might not. Keeps life interesting when you're not sure.:

me too man me too

[hypercompetent]

Lydia?

[ seeing lydia here is kind of like a missed blessing. on the one hand, kidnapped by fairies. on the other hand, kidnapped by fairies together. at least she's not here alone, right? stiles is holding his weird fairy drink that he hasn't touched, because honestly, he is really not feeling like getting fairy-roofied, and he jogs across the room at the sight of her familiar (perfect) strawberry blonde hair, and there's concern written in his brown eyes. ]

Are you okay? [ a beat. ] ...relatively. [ and an awkward hand gesture at the kidnapping thing. ]

[counterbalanced]

Su?

[Perhaps something else she didn't expect just yet is to come face to face with her younger brother, still in his Narnian garments, a hand on his sword as he pushes through the crowd.

He gives her a sharp once-over as soon as he's in front of her.]

I didn't think anyone else made it. Have you seen Peter or Lucy?

[pterosaur]

[Janine's a little anxious around anything bigger than she is. And she's big, but still!

It's her nature not to show fear, though. She sights the dragon along her long beak, the better to look at him with both eyes and not one at a time. Janine's 'voice' is young. She was fourteen when she was human.]

:Herds make it too easy, anyway.:

hiiii hello c:

[quietwolf]

[ He hears him before he sees him, turning back around with his weight on a walking stick. He beckons him over and walks around the table. Last he saw of the boy was when he left him in Winterfell in his stead. He doesn't have any reason to look so astonished to see Ned here, not when there are all sorts of strange things afoot, and gets a smile in return that wars between relief and ... No, mostly relief. It's so good to see him. ]

Come here before I topple over.

[ And let him embrace you, so put down your meal. ]

[hypercompetent]

Oh--my god! [ jesus, maybe he's too jumpy, because there was definitely someone next to him and he didn't even notice. stiles jerks and that comes out of his mouth after a loud, hacking cough. he thumps on his own chest a couple of times, clearing his throat and wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand, feeling impressively like an absolute moron as he eyeballs the drink that he's now convinced is evil. ]

Yeah-yeah, yeah, I'm good. Hoooo. [ another little cough. Now that he's at least breathing again, he can properly survey his new companion, and he looks at her, then back out to the room, eventually adding on wryly: ] If I drop dead from poison in the next five minutes, I can totally count on you as a witness, right?

luke castellan / percy jackson.

[marred]

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[ luke stays off to the corners, lingering in the shadows. the feast is literally endless — and something he thinks those at camp halfblood would be envious of. he doesn't let the thought linger, much like how he pushes himself from the wall he's leaning upon and begins to walk around the edge of the room. he can't let his thoughts linger, can't think about them — of thalia and annabeth, of the way things used to be. could've been. he has something to do — a purpose, something that neither of them could ever fathom to understand. he walks away from the corner as a way to leave those thoughts behind. let them stitch themselves to the dark patches of the wall. ]

[ he comes to stand beside someone. leaning over, he grabs a handful of grapes from the table. ] Great party. [ he doesn't sound too impressed. ]




( haven't quite finished all the books in pjo but totally okay with spoilers! )

[counterbalanced]

I doubt they're jesting, if that's what you meant.

[Edmund's no stranger to being spirited away, but even he seems wary as he watches the feast from the sidelines. Before this, the only being he's known with this power is Aslan.]

The fae have always had a reputation for luring people into their court in folklore, but this is something different.