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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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[ She only catches the end of his conversation. Immediately, her jaw sets. When she turns around, her mouth thins in a stubborn line. Then, with a certain air of indignation and superiority: ]

They're not real fairies. [ She doesn't know what they are, just what they sure as hell are not. She knows fairies, she was a fairy, part of her still is, even without faith and dust and wings. A fairy would never act like this, endorsing killings and kidnappings. Fairies help make dreams come true -- or they try to, at least. ]

③

[ The Fae aren't a foreign people to him. he doesn't have a huge disconnect in accepting that he's here or that it's to settle something on a grander scale. none of that weighs on him. that he can appreciate and understand. what he has some issue with is not seeing Hale, or Tamsin. Trick. Bo or Kenzi, or Lauren. hell, at this point he's starting to think he'll accept seeing Vex. none of them are hovering around and he has to force that one down more than anything else that gets thrown at him.

he finds that The Great Greenwood is the best place in all of Caer Glaem to clear his head and settle his racing mind and warring heart. it's also not a bad place to transform and be one with the wild. if he's not in the grand and peaceful court of the Seelie, then he's roaming the majestic woods for as long as the four legs of his wolf will carry him. it sometimes is a journey that lasts for days on end and other times, he returns after only several hours. this is one of those times where he doesn't feel particularly encouraged to return back to the noise and the lights and the excitement of civilization. if he's shifted into wolf form, upon sighting, he might make himself scarce.

if he's been caught in a state of undress, either to shift or because he's finished, then he's casting a suspicious glance over his shoulder. ] Are you going to stay in the shadows all night?

[ Fairies.

Fairies.

Leo thinks he has to say it out loud a couple times to properly associate with the fact that he's just been kidnapped by fairies. Seriously, you wouldn't think the demigod crap is enough? Apparently not. Apparently he's gone from one civil war to another one entirely, and, yet again, he's some kind of prophesized warrior or something. Or not, he wasn't really listening that much.

So he's stuck in a land with a bunch of little fairy people trying to pull tricks and apparently trying to kill each other.

Awesome.

Leo's curiosity gets the better of him, and the moment he's free of whatever lecture he's getting, he ducks into a coffee shop, drawn in by the beacon basically screaming "FREE WI-FI". This could be some kind of weird illusion, or god trick, but you know what? Whatever. Going for it. He pushes open the door and pauses, spotting a head of familiar, curly hair, and a huge grin bursts onto his face, because of all the people to end up here with him, he's psyched that it's Hazel. ] Hazel! Oh man, I am totally glad to see yo--are you drinking coffee? Whoa.

I mean--seriously, is this some kinda Gaea thing, do you think? I mean, fairies are kind of...earthy, right? Sorta?

If they're smart, not many.

[It was a relief to see a familiar face, even if it wasn't something she was comfortable admitting aloud. Of all the potential allies she could have stumbled into in this place, Hook was somewhere near the top of the list -- and wasn't that just a little surprising, considering they'd initially gotten off on the entirely wrong foot.

She approaches him with her arms folded tightly over her chest, closed off, doing a quick scan of their surroundings as she slows to a halt.]

The feast itself is like when you take a kid out for ice cream to try and sugarcoat crappy news. I'm not buyin' any of it.

[ halfway through, shijima sits down on the grass and rolls onto her stomach, then her back, batting occasionally at dust in the air. by the time the girl gets to soft you know, shijima is lying still on stomach again, propping her head up on her hands and peering intently at her. she blinks a few times, waiting for more. ]

[Janine has probably been seen flying far above, a creature like a long-necked bird but featherless and without much tail. Flying, she's fast and often tips her head so one eye looks down at the ground below.

On the ground she is a quadruped and quite large. Here, now, she jerks her head back. There's a touch of blood and fur around the tip of her beak.

She genuinely hates to show fear. Janine's empathy lets a frission of it be picked up on anyway. She might be able to intercept an arrow from a far enough distance, but not from here.]

:Someone less jumpy than you.: [Okay, pause to make her seem calmer.] :I'm after rabbits and that sort of thing. Nothing bigger than a cat, I promise.:

[For all that she fits in with the fanfare and the medieval hubbub, Neria Surana looks more like an adventurer or wanderer than anything refined like the people in the court. Still, she walks with an air of confidence and authority, staff strapped to her back with lengths of leather, taking in the sights with caution and more than a healthy dose of skepticism. Whatever's told to her by the court or the fairies gets a small nod (yes, thank you, I'll keep that in mind) and little else, though she seems ill at ease and not inclined to linger long amongst the crowd.

She's even deigning not to eat or drink. She's been to a court before, has even led troops in her young years, and she knows how these nobles work: you say one wrong thing and you're liable to be sipping on poison.

Instead, she goes outside to wander the grounds as night begins to fall. And when she thinks others aren't looking, the elf lifts a hand to summon a simple spell wisp, the light it brings casting a faint white glow enough to light her way.]

There, much better. Maker's breath, but it's too crowded in there.

Edited 2014-03-17 01:24 (UTC)

[ there's something hook is doing his best to not think about, even if the curse and saying goodbye are an all too fresh thought in his mind. for now, it's this place and the things they're being fed about it that have his attention-- not what they'd both been forced to leave behind.

color him surprised as it ends up being you, neal, he finds and not yet another stranger. ]

Baelfire.

[ he could linger on it, on him being there out of all the possibilities, but past times tell him this isn't the moment for it, so hook proceeds forward with what is being said. ]

Not much of a riddle if the vast number of unhappy faces tell anything. [ and indeed there are plenty of those who are, just like them, upset with their present predicament. but much like baelfire, hook is pleased to find a familiar face amongst the crowds, and perhaps even more so than once boy, now man.

as for regina or the charmings, he shakes his head once. ]

Cannot say I have. Perhaps it is better so.

Neither do I. This can't be Aslan's doing. [An uneasy look crosses his face.] Surely he would have said something if he were sending us elsewhere.

[Knowing in his innermost heart that Aslan isn't involved somehow...doesn't make it easier to swallow. That means the fae interfered with Aslan's magic and succeeded halfway, if only he and Susan were snatched.]

[ annabeth wanders into the hall in a partial daze. partial, because even if she wanted to she couldn't turn off that voice in her head, the one that's questioning how, where, why, when and who, that's trying to put the pieces together of the logistics of where she is and how she got here, but at the same time? she's exhausted. all she remembers is the elevator, she closes her eyes and sees percy there with her, and then there's this.

and she hasn't found percy.

there's too many people walking around her, too many heads that she keeps having to double check because of how exhausted she feels. maybe it has something to do with where she just was, what she just went through, how she feels like it's been months since her muscles have relaxed. but she can't spend too much time worrying about it, because she has her friends to find. anyone to find. or, if she doesn't, a way out to find.

so chances are she'll probably end up bumping into a person or two as she walks through, obviously in a rush of some kind. ] Sorry-

Derek!

[isaac's been trying to stay away from the crowd, hovering by walls and trying to find a familiar scent between the mixture of sweat and fear and general unfamiliarity that settles so easily inside of the room. as soon as he spots the familiar silhouette of derek from a corner of the room, he darts for him.

sure, maybe he's not the first person that isaac would initially run to in a moment of panic, but there's a certain amount of trust between them that still lingers, and a familiar face is sending isaac reeling in both relief and more panic.

once he's caught up, he speaks up again,]

Do you have any idea how this happened? Is anyone else here?

[are you okay?]

[Hazel beams when she sees Leo and waves at him. She loses some of her merriment when he asks the question about Gaea.]

I can't say for sure, to be honest. All I really know about fairies is that they're Irish or something like that. I wouldn't know why Irish creatures would want anything to do with Greeks or Romans.

Also, yes, this is coffee. It's really good!

You'll have to forgive me if I don't really buy that your heart's behind that one. [ one ) because he seriously has his reasons and two ) parties are overrated. there's something about an endless party that loses its appeal. the food keeps coming and so do the drinks, and the people. he remembers sitting at a table with Aphrodite and wishing his friends were here. Luke Castellan's not exactly who he had in mind, but.. but what? ( but he hears Annabeth's voice and he thinks, we were friends once. )

Percy's not making any moves but he's pretty uncomfortable with Luke standing over him. he doesn't know what to think. ]

[ with her hair in a mess of a bun atop her head and her clothes darkened and tattered, tinkerbell does not appear as a fairy. in all fairness, she isn't one, not anymore. wayward and wingless, without faith or friends -- even so, she has her dignity and some semblance of morals. kidnapping and killing are reprehensible, incompatible with even the worst fairies (has-beens included). how dare theses whatever-they-ares tarnish the reputation of fairies everywhere. they're frauds, the lot of them, surely up to no good.

frankly, it's ridiculous. ]

[ she stands at the outskirts of the party, watching the proceedings with narrowed eyes, her jaw set in indignation. and she mumbles, more to herself than anyone else, tone too harsh to go unheard: ] There's nothing remotely fairy-like about them.

He would have. [she had her crisis of faith, but she can believe in that much]

Why just us, though? Why not Peter and Lucy, too? Did they make it back to England all right, you think?

Hazel? [ the disbelief in his voice is dripping out in buckets. when the gods kick you around like a hackeysack, it kinds of makes you wonder how you even still manage to have hope. but he does. he picks up his pace and winds through the people in his way to get to her, managing to somewhat tone down his excitement to see someone he knows from home. ] I've been looking for someone I recognize for hours. I thought I was going crazy.

[ 01 ]

[She wishes she could say the idea of being swept to another world entirely was foreign to her. A couple of years ago, it would have been -- she would have written the whole thing off as crazy and pinched herself until she woke up, except for the whole thing where fairy tales were actually real and so was magic and other worlds and waking up wouldn't have solved anything.

The feast itself seems too good to be true. She doesn't eat, deciding not to trust it, though she does take a glass of wine with her. She's always preferred beer, but if she can bring herself to trust the alcohol, she has the feeling she's going to need it. Leaning against the wall in the corridor outside the dining hall, she wrinkles her nose as she sniffs at her glass, trying to decide if there's anything off about it before taking a sip.

Screw it. Like it can get much worse than kidnapped by imps. She tips her glass back just enough to take a single sip, grimacing at the taste before lowering it and setting it aside. On second thought, not worth it.

Arms folded, she looks back towards the dining hall itself, eyes narrowed shrewdly as she takes in those assembled. Looks like their hosts brought in all sorts. She snorts to herself, shaking her head.]

Wish they'd cut it out with the dog and pony show. I don't think anyone here is all that impressed.

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[ While Agito and Akito were both initially suspicious of everything, they've settled down somewhat - at least enough that Akito is allowed to take control of their body for the time being. Their Air Trecks don't seem to work here which is worrying if this place isn't some weird virtual reality (a theory they both still hold out hope for), since that means they're essentially defenseless. It sets Agito on edge, which in turn makes Akito more nervous than he might have been otherwise. It also doesn't help that they're hungry, and Akito has read enough stories warning against ingesting food from fairy-worlds that he does his best to ignore his growling stomach.

After a while spent surreptitiously watching all the faerie-folk Akito eventually finds himself a nice, quiet spot to flop himself down in with an exhaled whine: ]

Papa is going to kill me.

[ if they ever manage to get home, that is. ]

(( ooc: it's Akito by default, since he's actually sociable - but if you'd to have your character bump into Agito instead, just let me know! c: ))

Edited 2014-03-17 01:55 (UTC)

[ hasn't he always?

living is a risk half the time. not only because he's a demigod but because he's from New York. he's always in danger. Nico di Angelo creeps him out sometimes because he can't ever get past his walls or into his head, but he doesn't scare him. Percy can't ask for all of his allies but he's grateful for any one of them that he sees, here, in the insanity that's happening around them. he's hesitant, if only because he's not positive that it is the son of Hades. but who else could it be? ]

Nico. What are you doing here? [ dang, smartest question of his life. ]

[She does not tone down her excitement at seeing Percy. Hazel gets up from the table and immediately hugs her friend, a huge grin on her face.]

Percy! Gods, if you're going crazy, then obviously I am, too.

[After a moment, Hazel steps back and sits down in her seat, gesturing for Percy to join her.]

You want coffee? It's surprisingly good.

[Minako is still figuring her way around, getting lost more than a few times. No sign of Artemis or any of the others, it seems she's alone here.

She lets out a sigh, hands clasped behind her back as she leans against a wall to watch people pass her by. She could do this. The first she had done upon arrival was make sure she had her transformation crystal, she could be strong on her own of she had to. If that was the way things had to be so everyone else could enjoy the hard won peace back home, Minako would survive.

She's about to turn away in search of finding something to eat when she catches sight of two familiar odangos making their way through the crowd. Could it be....]

USAGI!

[Minako doesn't pause when those around her who stop and stare at her loud exclamation or even the few mutters as she pushes her way past to find her friend.]

[ She would be bothered in most cases by turning up somewhere completely new, if Narnia hadn't done the very same thing to her. She very nearly thinks it's some strange dream, as she only last remembers being on deck with Caspian, but this does not look like a ship at all!

She's already wondering indeed where she has ended up, but that wonder has led her to a table of snacks and sweets. She can't help herself, popping a sweet in her mouth and she's sure it's chocolate. Maybe she should ask more questions, or question the strange little fairies she sees zipping about on occasion.

Or she could wander down a few corridors. Oh yes, a young girl's curiosity is perhaps too much! Maybe her brothers and sisters were here -- maybe they'd all end up here somehow, just like Narnia. Though this certainly didn't look like the inside of a wardrobe at all. ]

[Neria glances towards him when he calls out, a single man in black over to the side. Hesitation was never her strongest suit; instead of shying away, she settles a hand on her waist and gestures to the hall at large, eyes remaining on the man's face.]

Considering the evidence and the luxury? Most, I imagine. People can be easily swayed.

[More's the pity.]

But you don't believe a word of it, do you?

[when isaac spots stiles in the crowd, he realizes he's never been more relieved to see him in his entire life. it's one thing to be kidnapped and placed in another world by himself, it's another thing to have someone from home with him during the process.

he actually hesitates while he's making his way towards stiles, pausing in the crowd, watching stiles closely. last time isaac saw him, he wasn't exactly himself.

all hesitation goes out the window when stiles is choking on his drink. he wanders up to him, a tiny smile tugging at his lips. he reaches to give stiles a heavy pat on the back.]

Hey. I don't really know about you, but I don't want to have to deal with you passing out.

[he clears his throat-]

Are you, uh, okay?

[Who exactly did you gut? Certainly wasn't this old pirate. This Captain Hook doesn't recognize Peter Pan. After all, the Pan he knows looks rather different. But he the crowing and shouts of 'Peter' and 'Neverland' are a bit hard to mistake for anything else. Hook approaches the boy, looking solemn and suspicious and generally unpleasant. He usually does when it comes to anyone that has anything to do with one Peter Pan.]

You must think you're very impressive.

[Hook doesn't, and sooner or later, he'll figure out who and what you are.]

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