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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[quietwolf]

You're not half so big as me, I can call you little for a long time yet. [ His tone softens, losing the teasing edge. ] I promise. I'll stay.

[ That grumbling stomach gives him cause to gently tip up her chin, taking a look at her. Far too thin ... ]

What do you say we eat all the fine food we please, then take off to sit and talk together in my rooms? We'll even bring some with us for the morning.

[ Honestly, with no idea where the kitchens are and no reason to trust the servants just yet, he plans on taking enough food back with them later so she never has to stop munching, if she wishes. ]

c: c:!

[hypercompetent]

[ "show me anybody i might actually know" is what stiles had basically told the locket when he started to figure out its functions. the damn thing was like a cellphone, Disney World style, and as far as stiles was concerned, he was really starting to miss his actual phone. with no sign of any of his friends (or family, something important in his gut reminds him), he's getting frustrated, because the first thing you do in a kidnapping situation is try to get a hold of someone. anyone. police. (his dad.)

since the latter two aren't here, stiles got irritated and asked for this and.

...and now he's staring at peter hale. ]

Oh hell no.

[ the eyeroll here is more of a head-and-neck-and-eyeroll because peter. ] Seriously?!

[unmagic]

[ it's one thing to be told that you are never going to see your son ever again. another to be told he, and emma, won't remember anything about you, while you are being whisked away to the one land you could have gone the rest of your life never seeing again.

it's something completely different to show up here, and be told that, and then all but waved off and told to enjoy yourself because you're now fighting a war. at least he knew the enchanted forest, had gotten in and out and back and away again so many times, what's one more? this? this was something different, and while the magic and the faeries and the people didn't quite bother him, this isn't where he wants to be. these aren't the people he wants to be with.

and even if hook is a welcome sight for his familiarity alone, it doesn't make this better. if he and hook ended up here, what does that mean for regina's curse? ]

Depends on how many of us aren't supposed to be here. [ oh hey hook, did you mean to pull him aside? ] Have you seen Regina? Or the Charmings?

[aphrodisiacs]

[ she smiles, just a little. rather than blush and stutter, he takes it in stride. ] Yeah, definitely. [ she'll be a witness to the choking boy. she doesn't know if anyone would believe her, though, since most people don't believe any of the shit that comes out of her mouth these days. (storms granting powers. a boy with the power to control dairy goes on killing spree. boyfriend travels from the future to come to the past and save her life from some unknown force.) ]

Although, don't. [ to be frank: alisha is quite sick of dead bodies. of probation workers to boyfriends, she'd just prefer it if everyone were to stay alive and kicking. she does continue to smile, feeling the tension leave her, even if it is momentarily. ] Don't exactly want the only person I've met at this place die on me. Doesn't really make me feel good, yeah?

[precautionary]

I'm afraid they're gravely serious.

[ The Fae, in any world, rarely have a sense of humor. when they do it tends to fall somewhat flat. it's probable that even he forgot how to laugh before Bo stumbled into their world and hurled her indifference at their entire hierarchy right at all of their feet; something they had all desperately needed to hear.

Dyson doesn't know why he's mingling. hanging on the outskirts and winding into the crowds, checking on those that look like they're having a hard time adjusting. maybe it's the officer in him. the need to serve someone or something that's been drilled so far into him, despite identifying as a lone wolf for so long. he feels packless once more, but this makes him feel like he has a temporary purpose at least. she's an incredibly young woman with dark hair and a slight build. there isn't anyone out there in the world quite like Kenzi ( so vibrant ) but it's because of her that he focuses on the human and wants to aid her in some way. ] Serious enough to keep this party going for three days straight now.

[aliased]

[ a part of her fears that she will wake up in the mud, next to all the smelly boys that are her companions on their way to the north. most are just boys but some are rapers and thieves. this dream, if that is what it is, is far too pleasant for her to want to wake from.

his offer, his idea, she nods in agreement. her voice fails her for the moment before she moves to uncurl herself from his chest, ready to come off his lap because the aroma of food is far enticing for her to stop.]

Hazel Levesque | PJO/HoO

[adventurine]

[Hazel is definitely grabbing some of that coffee because...wow. She thought being in the world of demigods was odd? This is totally stranger. She's trying her best to wrap her mind around the whole thing. Fairies. Shards. Whatever war is going on around here between the different courts.

She makes a face. Going from one war and straight into another isn't her idea of a good thing, no matter how she looks at it. Hazel doesn't think this is a dream, but at the same time she's not sure she's accepting it as reality.

A sigh escapes her, and she sips at her coffee. It's good, reminding her of how New Rome used to brew up coffee. Hazel glances around, a part of her hoping to find a familiar face among the crowd of people. Maybe Frank or Nico or someone else she knows.]

[retund]

[ with a visible huff, she crosses her arms. ] There are better things to believe in.

[ true love, etc. -- even though she's more jaded now than a fairy ought to be. of course, she's not a fairy anymore, though she occasionally forgets that fact. without faith or pixie dust, she's wayward and wingless.

even so, she recognizes this as distinctly un-fairy-like behavior. how dare they name themselves pixies. ]

I don't think it entirely true, but they haven't attempted to paint a picture of innocence, anyway. [ what with the kidnappings, requests to murder other beings, and candid declarations of fatal consequences as incentive for cooperation in their crimes. ] Hello, Hook.

[unmagic]

[ he's lost in the crowd of people, at first, trying to get a grasp of what's going on and where he is.

because it's one thing to be told that you are never going to see your son ever again. another to be told he, and emma, won't remember anything about you, while you are being whisked away to the one land you could have gone the rest of your life never seeing again. it's something completely different to show up here, and be told that, and then all but waved off and told to enjoy yourself because you're now fighting a war. at least he knew the enchanted forest, had gotten in and out and back and away again so many times, what's one more? this? this was something different, and while the magic and the faeries and the people didn't quite bother him, this isn't where he wants to be. these aren't the people he wants to be with.

he needs to find regina. the charmings, needs to find belle and figure out a way back to his father's house and maybe, just maybe, there will be enough magic to-

and then a stranger grabs his arm, and when he turns, he gives a sigh of relief. ]

Belle. [ there's one person down. ] You okay?

[pterosaur]

[Whoever came across her, they spooked and have gone. Now it's Janine, a fourteen-year old in the body of a telepathic pterosaur, who stands over her. Her 'voice' is dry. Underneath it, her body makes quiet pterosaur noises, croaking and cawing.]

:Someone's a Shakespeare fan. Hamlet?:

Isaac Lahey | Teen Wolf

[algidity]

( 1 )

[ Isaac isn't sure if was the slice of pizza before bed, or maybe the fact that Beacon Hills seemed to be the biggest supernatural crapstorm imaginable (seriously, Isaac was waiting for it to literally start raining cats and dogs...) Either way, he can't help but take this all with a forced teenage apathy... The food smells good enough to make his stomach churn in empty agitation, but the confusion and hesitation is enough to keep him far away from any of it. ]

I seriously have to stop falling into bad Syfy shows. [ The words are mused to himself really, but he doesn't seem to care if anyone else hears him. At this point, he's pretty sure he should just resign himself to not letting things faze him. A moment and a sigh later he says the first thing that comes to his mind. ] ...Great.

[braverys]

Bae!

[ Her arms are around his neck before she can even think to say or do anything else, a weight lifting from her heart. It's not just that he's her connection to her true love or that he's Rumple's son; it's that he's her family, now, someone she cherishes beyond something as simple as the ties that Rumplestiltskin had left them with. He's someone to be cared for, tended for, now, in her mind, and she would certainly go out of her way to take care of him.

Lifting a hand to his cheek, she tilts her head and offers a soft, caring smile, nodding once. She's just so glad he's here and that he's alright; together they can get out of this place, she's sure, and find a way to bring Rumple back to them. ]

I'm alright. Are you? I don't know what the curse breaking meant for us - you're not hurt? Ill?

isaac lahey | teen wolf

[decked]

one

[being kidnapped and forced into another world was and is definitely not something that isaac had thought would happen in the near future, or ever. he was hoping he was somehow drugged, that someone had shot something into his system to make him hallucinate a giant fairy fairy. sure, it's not as bad as being kidnapped and tortured, but isaac is very close to freaking out and honestly, he just wants to get the hell out.

this is really not what he signed up for.

so he searches, darting through the crowds to see if he can pick up any familiar scents. it's hard with so many people and protruding smells, but without any immediate signs of danger, he's coping. somewhere along the trip from one end of the room to another, he ends up with a drink in his hand.

great.

he sighs, trying to force himself to just calm down, and as he takes a step back, he ends up stepping on someone's heel (or toe). he whips around, mouth agape-]

Oh, damn. Sorry.

bro fist

[lamentum]

Stiles! [ is there relief in her voice? yes, definitely. out of all the people to be stuck with in this situation stiles is up there in the top three. (alongside the obvious choices of scott and allison.)

she gives the goblet in his hand (you better not be drinking that) a sharp look before smiling tightly. ]

Oh, yes. I'm fine, I actually wanted to be kidnapped by a bunch of trolls and imps today.

Nico di Angelo | PJO/HoO

[deathdiduspart]

[Fairies. Of course. As if being in a world full of monsters, gods, and giants isn't enough, Nico di Angelo just has to add the Fae to his list. Even so, he only remembers snatches of that pantheon, and none of it is extremely useful.

During the...party...Nico is keeping to himself. He eats very little, and he's going nowhere near the alcohol. Just a goblet of water, thanks. His dark eyes scan the crowd for nobody in particular, except for the faint hope of perhaps seeing his sister. Still, he didn't survive this long on his own by being heedless of his surroundings. Nico isn't afraid to say that he doesn't trust the people here or even the monarchs of this place. He can't be sure of their real motives, even if they claim to be the light court.

Approach at your own risk.]

oh my goddddddddddddd

[climbed]

[ at first, bran's convinced this is another walking dream.

this keep is nothing like winterfell, though, and that's the one that often frequents his dreams--summer is nowhere to be found, either, a fact that's often distressing. he has no use of his legs, but the fae have helped him to a chair, where he sits, uncomfortable and unprotected. without the reeds or hodor around, he's stuck here, no matter who should appear to have his head, or something worse.

but, when he sees his father, bran freezes, eyes wide, mouth dropping open. the last time he saw his father was before the fall, and the news of his death had been the kind of pain you couldn't just wish away, twisting deep and pained in his gut, and he wonders what kind of trick this is, because he doesn't dare hope, doesn't dare think-- ]

...father? [ but his voice comes out small, young, broken, just loud enough to be heard over the din of the crowd, and his hands grip tight at the armrests as he waits for the sword to drop, inevitably, and tries to act like his father would have him, proud and princely (but all he wants to do, for a moment, is cry.) ]

[pterosaur]

[Janine observes for a time. She has a soft spot for people around her own age who're overwhelmed. On soft feet she ambles closer, stopping some distance away.

When Janine was human, she wasn't older than fourteen. Now, she's an enormous pterosaur who uses telepathy to speak.]

:First part first. What's your priority one?:

[marksqueen]

It seems that way. It's not as nice as Cair Paravel, but I suppose I don't have much choice.

[piratic]

[ there's logic in her words but hook's not one for agreeing with it right now. ]

Well, Granger -- [ oh, there's the slightly demeaning tone, just a hint born more from the frustration of this situation than anything. ] What they're trying to accomplish doesn't concern me, and I plan on getting off this ship whether they approve or not.

They really should have sent a letter, forcing my hand was a mistake.

[ he has his own ship to find, after all. ]

[marksqueen]

Yes, people tell lots of stories about them. Sometimes they're good, sometimes they're not. The thing to do is be calm.

[quietwolf]

[ He lets her go and all but helps plant her at his side, reaching over the table to bring closer some bowls of buttered potatoes and a thick slab of roast beef. Anything she'd be given at home is picked out, and Ned helps himself to it too, a hand patting her choppy hair down now and then. ]

Eat and drink your fill, and let's hope your lady mother arrives after you've done so or I'll be charged with keeping a wild girl at the table without first having sent her to wash.

[ He doesn't care for all that, but it's a familiar enough thing to say in order to try and put her at ease. Her spirits are so far downcast that Ned would do almost anything to lift them again, keeping an eye on the crowd for anyone they know while Arya is by his side. ]

[marksqueen]

[his accent doesn't match a Telmar's. In fact, it sounds almost... Susan purses her lips in thought]

People do often lose sense when they confront magic. I've lived with magic for a while now, so maybe that's the difference.

[forgottendecade]

That's unfortunate.

[It would have been better if he could repair in some way; Joji might have just needed to give it a little tweak to help. But since it was a lot more like his own cybernetics, it meant that it needed a lot more work than eating some food and drinking wine.

he set his glass down, flexing his artificial hand and feeling the crack as the mechanics protest yet again from being away from his home world. as it was, he knew that the pain and the unsettled nature of it will always cause him some grief even if he did return home. it was the price for his sins.]

I am unsure if these folk have the necessary tools here... However, I can at least attempt to repair it. I worked on cybernetics back home, and your system looks similar enough.

[marksqueen]

Edmund.

[she doesn't miss that he is also still in his Narnian garb. Why are they here? When they walked through that tree-door, they were supposed to be going back to England]

No, I haven't. I don't like it, Ed.

[aliased]

Mother. [ the word almost feels foreign in her mouth and yet she longs for the woman whom it represents. there had been a time she resented her mother for sending her to king's landing, for trying to force her into being a lady but now she would gladly put on a fine dress if it meant seeing her mother again... alright, not gladly but perhaps without too much of a battle. or... she wouldn't run away this time.

the food looks too good resist and she hums softly before she moves to reach out for the things her father draws near. she reaches for the potatoes first, stuffing them in her mouth with a ferocity that would probably earn her a great scolding had her lady mother been there. but her stomach demands the food and she eats it happily, staying pressed to her father's side, still conflicted as to what to think about any of this.]