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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[unclebob]

[He was taken aback at the offer of help. He was more used to being the one to offer his assistance, not be on the receiving end. But he was not going to rebuff it. Sitting down on the bench next to Joji, the wood groaned under his weight. He turned so that the left side of his body was facing the other man.]

Thank you.

[Scanning him with his systems, they picked up on the artificial limb. They tried to place it, and when they found no comparison available in his databank, his system kept flashing 'Unknown make' on the side of his vision.]

Who designed your limb?

[decked]

[sometimes isaac wishes derek would press on certain matters, offer a bit of optimism here and there, but he knows that will never happen. he's just not that type of person, so when derek offers to try and find a way out, isaac can only give a reluctant nod.]

You sure we shouldn't look around more?

[and it may just be him, but he's not so sure finding a way out will be as easy a feat as it sounds.]

[cleave]

Whoa.

[ it's like slamming into the side of stiles jeep. nothing gives, the guy doesn't even budge. which scott finds weird, but probably not as weird as it could. he's a werewolf, he's seen weirder.

and then he actually looks at the guy's face. ]

Whoa. [ scott repeats, wincing in sympathy. ] Dude, are you okay?

[unneeded]

And a pleasure to meet you, Miss Pevensie. [He bows properly, right foot out, bending at the waist, looking her in the eye. Perfect form. You'd think he had status or something.] Very likely more of a pleasure for me than for you, sorry. Any decent conversation to a sailor is like finding a dry spot to stand on the moors, sometimes.

I had to.

[13th_member]

[Although Roxas hasn't given up his search for Sora and the others, he eventually finds himself back in the courtyard with a fork stabbed into a slice of cake that's nestled in his hand on top of a napkin. (The lack of his favorite ice cream was certainly a disappointment, but he could almost make it up to his sweet-tooth with everything else.) However, even with his second trip to the courtyard, his worried thoughts are still getting better of him, so much so that it's really hard to enjoy the scenery.

He really shouldn't be surprised to find others seeking refuge from the party, but he wasn't expecting someone visibly younger than him to be sitting around by himself.]

Hey kid, are you okay?

[Oh, you're one to talk, Roxas. It's a good distraction from his own thoughts, and maybe he should go back and get another plate of sweets? Desserts make everything better.]

[cleave]

[ scott jumps, but he doesn't yank, lets her hang on. she's here, like him, so she must be lost. scott shrugs his shoulders, looking sheepish, apologetic. ]

I'm not really going anywhere.

[ though he'd like to be, but scott wasn't really looking for the door yet. ]

I was trying to find my friends.

Jason Grace | Percy Jackson / Heroes of Olympus

[curo]

Caer Glaem

[ Other worlds. That's a new one to Jason, even with having been raised and trained by an immortal wolf alongside the other children of the Roman gods- well, apart from the underworld, and maybe Olympus, but he's never had the (mis)fortune of ending up in either of those places, at least from what he can remember. That's the trouble with having your memories taken by Juno.

He can't say he's unaffected by this place, though. All the gold and light everywhere, it's hard not to wonder if maybe this castle is what Olympus itself is like, the place where his father lives and has decided to seal himself and the other Olympians away. Jason's wandered the halls, letting his feet take him where they will, keeping his guard up, but otherwise finding little to worry him. It's only once he gets to a walled yard, complete with the ruined roof that looked like it once belonged in a cathedral and a quick-running brook, that he lets his guard relax just somewhat.

In the time he's been here, he hasn't had a chance to test his powers, to see if they're functioning in a world apart from Olympus. It hasn't occurred to him until now, and that's when his blue eyes drift up toward the skeletal ribbed vaults overhead. They look sturdy enough and they're shading over a good piece of the yard. He focuses on it- and before he knows it, he's carrying himself on the air currents up to one of those arches. It excites him to know that not everything's strange here- and changing his mind, he decides to practice his flying over and under the ruins of the yard. ]

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Is there anyone here familiar with Delphi Strawberry Service? [ It's the way Camp Half-Blood is known to mortals, or so he's learned in his time there. It doesn't make much sense to go spouting that name when he doesn't know who might be listening. ]

It's in Long Island, New York. My name's Jason Grace. [ Please. Don't let him be seemingly alone again. ]

( ooc; Jason's from the end of The Lost Hero and I'm in the process of voice testing him. Feel free to leave any crit here. Thank you for your patience. )

[soverenyi]

[ At this, he visibly rolls his eyes. ]

Enemies. [ He says the word like it's distasteful to him. ] When will you learn, Alina? I am not, nor have I ever been, your enemy. You and I belong together. You know that. You feel it as much as I do. Like calls to like, and you have always called to me.

[ He knows it's true. He knows that it's true for all Grisha, to an extent. He's a living amplifier. His touch makes their powers stronger, which feeds their strength and their focus.

But with Alina, it's more true than most. Their powers are two sides of one coin; he, the summoner of darkness, and she, the bringer of light. They are bound by her collar, and bound too by the scar his nichevo'ya had left on her shoulder. He's always been able to find a way to deepen their bond.

His mistake had been in thinking all that ever did was bind her to him. He'd only realised after the fact that it also bound him to her. That had been unexpected, and worrisome. ]

The Unseelie Court is where they brought me. That makes so little difference. The only Court I care about is the one we left behind. This world is nothing to me.

It's already lost.

[cleave]

[ it registers belatedly, isaac's scent. it's hard to pick up on just one, when the room is so full, and everything is crowding for his attention. isaac grabs his arm and scott grabs back, clutching at him for a minute, dragging him off to the side, where they can't get jostled apart. ]

I just got here too, man.

[ which is a good thing? maybe? scott can't tell for sure. he shakes his head in answer to the second question, emphatic. ]

I'm okay. Nothing happened. Did something happen to you? Did someone do something?

[ though isaac looks fine, and he smells fine, but scott's a little overwhelmed. he looks isaac over, worried that he missed something. ]

Aang | Avatar: The Last Airbender

[actually112]

[1, Seelie Court]

[Normally, Aang really likes parties and socializing and being happy, but right now?

Right now, he's just found out that he's been taken from a world in desperate need of his help. And no matter what he does, none of the inhabitants of this new world seem inclined to let him go home.]

Uh, excuse me, I need to--please, there's really something I have to--won't someone listen for a second?

[He has to lean on his glider since the wound Azula left on his back is still raw, but he still manages to crash into someone so hard that pain immediately lances through his back.] Ah--sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to hit you... [And he'll turn to see who he bumped into and offer a hand to help them up if they fell over.]

[algidity]

[ Isaac narrows blue eyes in thought, recalling all the crap that's happened to him in Beacon Hills. Once he's decided that yeah, it definitely is a reoccurring habit of his apparently, he nods. ] Seems like it. All it really takes is one giant killer iguana, and you start to wonder if your life is some reject syfy script.

[ He offers Dyson a smile that really lacks any mirth one way or another. His own eyebrow hitches up his forehead as he observes the stranger. Seriously, he could grow another head and Isaac wouldn't be too startled. Run like hell? Definitely, but he's starting to accept that his life is crazy. ]

Vaguely tempted to tag your Derek with my Scott next tbh.

[triskeles]

[ Derek is, truth be told, less than thrilled to be here. Not that he's ever particularly thrilled to be taken places that he doesn't want to go-- which seems to be happening with an alarming frequency over the past year-- but this is completely different. There are things here that he's only heard of in old pack stories, and others that he has no idea what to call, but most of all?

No familiar faces.

Until he hears a murmured apology in a familiar voice, and catches the scent that goes with it.

He turns from where he's navigating the crowd, brow furrowing from more than just his irritation at the people around him. So many of them seem unconcerned about the going-ons around them, it's grating on his already frayed nerves. ]

Scott?

[infant]

I like girls, they are always so frightfully clever and more useful than twenty boys.

[ He looks her in the eye with a smile while he admits it, not a bit shy. He's cunning in that he knows not to let it show, but there's nothing malicious in the idea that springs into his head. ]

Don't you think so, Susan?

[marksqueen]

Would you like to take a walk, then? Stretch your land legs a bit?

[marksqueen]

[oh Peter, you charmer. It's kind of adorable, really. Susan gives him a smile]

And what use would a girl be among your Lost Boys besides being a mother?

what am i doing screeeeeaaaams

[regnants]

[There's suspicion- of course there is. In the time since she has married Arthur- there's been nothing but cause for it. Little seeds planted here or there, betrayals even in the forms of her own handmaiden. She has had to make difficult decisions, some that she would once never have even imagined would be hers to make.

Still- the desire for compassion, to smooth things over, to lend her aid in the hope that she will be returned to where she is needed the most, lingers beneath it all. It isn't what propels her forward, however. Whatever her informed purpose here- she isn't sympathetic to her own kidnapping. She is, however, interested in seeing if there are others from home. If not- she can't believe anything other than the fact that they'd come for her.

The last person she expected to find, (and she can't imagine why that wasn't her first thought), is Morgana. Her steps stop immediately and she resists the urge to take a step back, spine straightening further. Guinevere looks at her, and sees nothing of the girl she used to serve. None of her light, her kind smile, her grace. She's unkempt, always, always mocking- bitter.

She should feel fear, but she only feels sorrow]

Morgana. [She shouldn't- but there is no way she hasn't been noticed. The more she can avoid a violent confrontation, the better]

[unclebob]

I am fine. Minor system problems. [He searches through his memory banks for an appropriate response, finally settling one from an overheard conversation at a rest stop.] It's no big deal.

[Even if he looks like he's been put through the ringer, the Terminator is not in any obvious signs of pain. He's limping, missing a limb, but he keeps on ticking.]

[driven]

[ when edmund appears next to her, allison jumps a little. mostly because she wasn't necessarily expecting an answer, and having someone approach her who sounded like he actually knew what he was talking about? even less so.

she tries not to look as surprised as she feels, though, taking a breath to resettle herself out of the shock. ]

How is this different?

[hypercompetent]

[ lydia's look of death has just as much effect on him as it does normally, and stiles raises his eyebrows and looks at the cup too, then puts it down, kind of cowed because let's be real, there is no one in the world stiles fears more than lydia.

but he scoffs quietly and lets a little bit of a grin turn up his mouth, looking around and leaning in a little closer, protectively, almost. ] Did they drag you here, too? It's like something out of a really, really bad Disney movie. Like one of those banned ones.

[cursebreaking]

Tried and true tactic. Most people will fall for it, if you're persistent enough. Not everyone is suspicious by nature.

[But she is, and in a big way. She frowns, looking back towards the feast.]

I didn't touch any of it. Think they'd bring us all the way here to poison us, though?

[infant]

Oh, we do need a pretend mother though. Wendy plays it so seriously that it isn't fun, sometimes.

[ (Wendy gets so strange about it when he tells her he is bored of being Father to her Mother and Peter has no idea why. He doesn't like it when Wendy is angry.) He strolls behind her, a hand lightly touching her arm as he leans in. ]

If you come away with me then your sister could take care of your brothers, Susan. I'll show you such magical creatures, they all know me. I will take all the children here who don't want to be told what to do and give them somewhere safe to live and play. You would be the lady of the house. I would never let anyone say a word against you.

Radagast the Brown | Middle Earth/Tolkien

[aiwendil]

(2)
[Radagast is on edge when he arrives at the Station, eyes wide. Wi-Fi? Coffee? It's barren and foreign, nothing like what he's ever seen before.

He had found the mushrooms on his way into the Station and a good many had been stashed in his robes, though he had deemed them safe perhaps there was something at work here. A strange magic, that's what it was. Strange magic and he didn't like it one bit..]

(3) The Great Greenwood

[This is better! Much better! The brown wizard's steps slowed as he passed underneath the trees with an almost reverent expression. The sounds of birds, the faint noises of creatures living their lives is as music to his ears.

The affection of the forest, the life, he can feel it all about him. Yes, this is where he belongs.]

Oh hello there, yes yes come, we shall get to know each other [He says kindly to a passing bird, lifting his brown hat to let it dart underneath to where a nest awaits. A new friend!

That doesn't mean he isn't paying attention, whirling around at the sound of footsteps, staff in hand.]

01. prince charming (david nolan) | once upon a time

[rustic]

[ it'd be a lie to say there's nothing nostalgic in finding himself in a castle. the problem is that it's the wrong castle— one of many problems, actually, the foremost of which is the company.

the spell went wrong. he needs to find snow, needs to find bae, regina, anyone else he'd been standing next to back in storybrooke mere moments before. david plays along with the party for roughly ten minutes (not particularly convincingly, and only to look for a familiar face), then gives up on it entirely and slips out into the quieter corridors.

well, quiet-ish. the sounds of the mingling nearby linger for ages before finally dying off as he turns a corner, then stops in his tracks. the lighting here's dim, but there's just enough to make out a figure farther down the hall. a hand instinctively goes to his belt— no sword, as he's already well aware— but that doesn't stop him from sounding entirely in command when he calls out. ]

Who's there?

[13th_member]

[It's okay, Aang. Roxas should be used to being whacked or tripped with anything that's supposed to be made out of a tree. The Wooden Stick is a blessing and a curse.]

Ow... [At least he's not sprawled on the ground, so he can just brush off the incident pretty easily. Still going to take a cautious step away from the glider, though, while he rubs his shoulder.] No problem, don't worry about it.

[But hey, Someone around his (physical) age!] Guess they sucked you in too, huh?

[hypercompetent]

I was investigating. [ stiles waves him off with an explanation that makes absolutely zero sense as usual and steps back to try and wring out his own shirt, goblet long forgotten on the floor as he answers the question. ]

I dunno, like an hour ago? I was in a hospital bed when Melissa basically drugged me--okay, I guess I kinda needed it or whatever, but still, unwarranted needle attacking--and then I woke up getting dragged around by the troll gang.

[ he grimaces. ] Literally. [ and then gives derek an up and down, appraising look. ] They grabbed you too?