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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screams be gentle with me

[cibus]

[ really, by this point, frank should just suspend any and all understand he had of what is considered normal. when you're on a quest to stop the earth from rising and destroying humanity, whose to say that faeries can't suddenly appear and kidnap you and bring you to another world to fight their war? is that really so much of a stretch?

yes? no? maybe? not that he says much. just watches and listens as they brief him, and then heads out when it's all over. and the fact that he finds himself in a place that looks much more like the world he left and less like he dropped right into the middle of a larping session, that's totally a coincidence and not at all him feeling like he's a little out of his element. ]

Hazel?

The Darkling | Grisha Trilogy

[soverenyi]

02 - the station

[ What nonsense this is.

Faeries, shards, seelie and unseelie, it's ludicrous. The Darkling is a man in perfect control of his world, of his sphere. He thrives on that. Here, everything is wrong. The creatures, the faeries and pixies and whatever they're calling themselves, they're nothing to him. He bats them away with a flick of his hand, leaves the confusion of the unseelie court behind while he searches for one thing. One thing, only.

He'd been so close. He'd been there, in Os Alta, in touching distance of the one he sought, and now suddenly he's here, and the door back to his world, to all that he understands and to the victory that was waiting for him, is closed entirely.

Rage burns inside him, fury like a wave concealed beneath an outer shell of coldness. He's a tall, pale figure, bathed in kefta woven from entirely black fabric. It matches the shock of dark hair on his head, but his eyes are grey and sharp. His locket is held in one hand, tightly as though he means to break it. He looks at what's on offer in the station without seeming to care for any of it. Nothing about it is anything like his home. Though his face is a mask of calm, his movements are quick and precise. He will find the way out of this. The petty little games of these courts are nothing to him, nothing that he cares for and nothing that interests him. He will find his way home, if he has to destroy every mewling, whimpering little faerie who crosses his path. ]

[unneeded]

Don't eat the fairy food.

[Well, he sounds English and wears a Nelson-era naval uniform, Susan. And he's got a sort of half-hearted smile on his face. Kind, but a bit unsure. Not shy, exactly, just a little awkward like any teen boy speaking to a stunningly beautiful girl for the first time. Still, there's sincerity to the advice. He sits by Susan purely by chance, and doesn't appear to have touched a thing at the table.]

[ripstides]

Annabeth, [ he says and there's nothing behind it. just air. he can't find his voice because he's whispering. he can see the back of her head. but he knows her shape, knows her presence, her ankle brace. he knows her better than he knows anyone else in the world. there are groups in his way. he can't move. his feet are sluggish. his mind is going in slow motion and he feels like he's crawling or swimming while standing up, stuck in Kronos' stupid head trip again while time slows down. ] —Annabeth!

[ turn around turn around turn around please pleaseplease, Annabethturnaround.

he doesn't mean to but he isn't bothered that he nudges someone out of his way with a sweeping gesture and a shove with his elbow when that doesn't work. a fairy displeased by his actions pulls his hair and he swats that little guy away too. look, i'm sorry he grumbles. he doesn't have time for manners right now. he can almost reach her now but she's just out of the length of his fingers. ] I'm right here. Turn around.

[marksqueen]

[they might be years apart in age but they both share a certain amount of skepticism in all of this. And coming from two ladies who are familiar in magic, that's really saying something]

No, I think you're right about that.

[deathdiduspart]

[Nico...should probably be surprised, but given what he's seen of Percy's track record, he's just not. He can easily see Percy somehow managing to get kidnapped by fairies.]

I got kidnapped by the Fae and got dragged into their war because of some Shard we're supposedly carrying around.

[He does not apologize for taking 'here' in a more general sense.]

[altercate]

[ small talk isn't derek's forte. he doesn't recognize her, isn't sure he wants to stop and talk about something or other with her. but he hears her, the way her voice carries after him, and that at least is enough to hook into him, have him pause mid-step. ]

Are you?

[ eyebrows raised, like he's expecting a specific, negative answer. they're all in a castle stuck in some random place with no immediately visible exit. who would be alright? ]

fffff little pup come here

[quietwolf]

[ He hears a voice he can't mistake and gives pause. Setting eyes on Bran, Ned limps over at a quickening pace with his cane to draw him in against his side when he nears, tight and protective. ]

Oh, Bran.

[ And all he can think is, He's awake. ]

switches to younger ed icons;;

[counterbalanced]

Perhaps their magic wasn't strong enough to combat Aslan's. [Initial spike of worry dissipated, Edmund lets his cooler head take over as he considers their position.]

Admittedly, we hadn't read much on folklore before our first encounter with Narnia, but the fae have always been known for ensnaring the unsuspecting. Faerie circles. [Edmund says the last bit quietly, mostly to himself.] Could it have been the order we went through the door? No, You were after Peter, I went after you. If Peter and Lucy aren't here, they must have made it to England.

[merelychewed]

[ What an odd creature...

Draco gives it a wary look at first, but once it begins speaking in a way, however that might be, that lessens. Sentience in someone much closer to what he is than anything else he's met so far is more of great interest than of extreme worry, and so he snorts.

A little amused. ]

When you are older, you'll much prefer 'too easy' to be what's on the menu.

[retund]

[ it catches her off guard.

immediately, her hand shoots to her waist, to the pouch containing her dagger and poppy dust, but she stills before she can do anything rash. this isn't neverland. here, in a crowd, she imagines threats of violence will not end well. and he is but a boy. most boys are innocent (not pan, never pan). ]

[ begrudgingly, with a small huff. ] It's all right. [ her eyes lock on the drink, narrowing. ]

I wouldn't drink that, if I were you. They may not be fairies, but there's certainly magic about.

[sankta]

[ It was almost over. Or so she convinces herself. She was so close to ending it all. To ending the war and suffering in Ravka. To ending him. To ending herself. She had finally seen the way to end it all...

And now she was in this other world. In another war.

Alina needs to clear her head. Parties make her stomach turn right now. She was just at a beautiful feast. And then it had turned into a blood bath. She could still see people she had once called friends split down the middles, guts spilled on the floor as their loved ones cradled their lifeless bodies. She could still hear the queens screams as Vasily lay mere feet from her without an arm. She could still see Genya... or what remained of Genya.

Everything in her felt cold. Parties were nothing to her now. She didn't have the energy for them. So she found her way to a place called the Station. Somewhere away from everything, where she could think and process her own life before trying to figure out how to handle this world.

That was when she saw him. No, she didn't see him. She felt him. She felt him to her core before her she ever laid eyes on him. ]

Darkling.

[precautionary]

[ he's got a head on his shoulders if he's cautious. only a fool will trust blindly, although, Dyson's not positive that trust given freely is always awful. ] It's almost a shame to be up here wasting it.

[ he has no grounds to judge a man for withdrawing. look where he is. ]

Pardon the intrusion. I wanted to get away from the crowd for a moment. When I saw you, I thought showing myself was my best choice. I didn't want to startle you.

[altercate]

[ isaac. derek comes to a complete stop to look at him, like he wants to be sure he's here, before he tries to parse the questions, figure out answers. it's difficult, with isaac. derek isn't entirely sure where they stand, fairy castle and ridiculous feast aside, but he still nods in answer, relieved at finding one familiar face. ]

No. And I haven't found anyone we know either.

[ he should take a yet onto that sentence, but optimism doesn't come easily to derek. ]

Are you alright?

[ a little stiffly, like derek isn't sure how that question is going to be received. ]

aaaayyy

[decked]

[isaac is talking to a few bystanders, hoping that they've seen any of his friends, and it takes him less than a second to recognize lydia's voice. he whips around, abandoning the conversation he's having, and shoves makes his way through the crowd to get to her.

just as he's squeezing through two people having a conversation, he decides to call out,]

Hey-

[and then he's right beside her, looking her over suspiciously to be sure that she's alright (physically, at least).]

So you're here too, huh? You doin' okay?

[yes stating the obvious is isaac's true forté.]

[counterbalanced]

[Of course Lucy takes to the experience like a fish to water. Edmund cannot find it in him to be surprised at all. He does, however, watch with a grave expression--fairly out of place on an eleven year old's face, much to his chagrin--as his sister samples the food.]

Lucy. Are you certain it's safe?

[Peter isn't here now, so it's Edmund's turn to be the older brother.]

screams the gentlest

[adventurine]

[Frank is getting a tackle-hug from his girlfriend. And of course she accidentally knocks over her chair, but at the moment she doesn't care. Hazel's just extremely happy to see Frank here with her, though she knows that's selfish of her.]

Frank! The fairies got you, too, huh?

[marksqueen]

[Susan gives the boy a Look. And she takes note of his dress. It's difficult to tell where everyone is from based on their clothing. She is still wearing her Narnia clothes, after all. No one would guess she's really a schoolgirl from World War II-era England]

I know, thanks.

[madcuriosity]

[Alice blinked as she was suddenly with a messy dress. She turned and looked at who caused it and she plucks it off to hand it to him. She's trying to decide if she's too curious on how he did that or if she's angry at the fact that she just had cake fall on her, apparently brought about by this boy.

Curiosity, as always, won out (it was how she ended up here, after all).]

How did you do that?

[altercate]

No.

[ as far as assistance is concerned, there are probably more helpful people to present themselves. but there's just derek, and his wary civility. they let deucalion go, but here, in a strange place, it's too much of a strain on derek to be openly trusting. ]

How did we get here?

[ chances are, deucalion knows something derek doesn't. laying his pride aside for a moment to ask doesn't seem highly unreasonable. ]

[pterosaur]

[She snorts back. It's a resonant sound which carries well, thanks to the hollow space in her beak.]

:Aren't older people always saying patience is great? That's all I need. Or somewhere to fish.:

[Since she actually can't chew, just about anything found in a herd is something she'd have to laboriously tear apart to eat. Janine has this issue with anything larger than a fox.]

/pinches his cheeks

[marksqueen]

[between the two of them, they can inject some reason and logic into this unreasonable and illogical situation]

How strange. I'm too old to go back to Narnia, but apparently not too old to be here. You and I are in the middle... D'you suppose that's why we were chosen and not Peter or Lucy?

[valianced]

Edmund, it must be safe! Why, look at everyone else.

[ Lucy laughs a little bit and shrugs, but her smile only gets wider. ]

Do you think it's like Narnia, Edmund? I'm not even sure how we got here!

[glacio]

[ meanwhile, Elsa is just trying very hard not to panic. or feel anything too much, at the risk of her powers reacting to it. she's learned to accept her gift, sure, she's even learned to see the beauty in it and love it. but she's still learning to control them, and being carried away by imps isn't exactly on her list of things that make her feel Calm and Zen and In Control. so she's trying her best to take in her surroundings and handle herself, all while acting like the queen she was destined to be while doing it. with poise, and maturity, and grace, and- ]

Oh!

[ -and blurting out things like OH! and squeezing your eyes shut and sucking in a breath all to avoid turning the ground under their feet into fluffy white snow when someone just barely bumps into you in a crowded place. yes. very graceful. ]

--Anna?

Anna.

[ OH THANK GOD ]

[ripstides]

We were there for Ares' shield. Your scarf just happened to be there, too. [ no, he doesn't mean her husband. he means her boyfriend. but maybe things are different in her world. maybe she isn't only more nurturing and friendly than the Aphrodite he knows, maybe she's isn't like her at all. ] I guess you'd say there was.. love magic on it. I don't know.

Hephaestus wasn't too happy about it. [ but! that's maybe not his story to spill. ] I don't think you could be more different than the Aphrodite I know if you tried.