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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[marksqueen]

I really don't know. The last two times I was magicked to other worlds, I was needed for war. If that's the case this time, I hope I can have my bow back.

[marksqueen]

[Peter... her face softens. You try so hard]

You can't enchant me away, Peter. I... someone told me I was too old to ever go back to a magical land I loved. I may be too old for you, too.

[hypercompetent]

[ stiles is honestly so used to the stiles stilinski physical comedy hour that embarrassing himself barely phases him nowadays--he just hears coach bark STILINSKI in the back of his head and moves on.

his mouth quirks up in a grin and he smiles at her, because she seems nice and definitely not native. thank god, stiles really does not want to deal with the natives, considering he's pretty sure they just gathered them here because of some weird cult sacrifice.

although she definitely doesn't look (or sound) like she's from beacon hills. ] Stiles. [ ... wait. ] That's my name--I mean, if we do end up dying, at least we can die knowing we knew somebody, right?

[ oh dark humor everywhere. ] But staying alive is definitely on my to-do list, considering.

[hypercompetent]

[ the thud on his back makes stiles make an "oof" noise, and he coughs loudly a couple of times, but straightens up and looks up to get an eyeful of familiar werewolf.

ok. not the werewolf he'd love to see, admittedly, but at least it's someone from home. ] Isaac? [ he clears his throat, makes sure he's not hallucinating this (a quick glance down to his hands is ten fingers) and wipes the remains of the drink from his mouth. ]

I just got kidnapped, so, you know, just another day in the life. Peachy. [ he sets the offending drink down, just in case it tries to kill him again. ] Did you get dragged here too...?

[driven]

[ something about the way the man speaks when he walks up to her has allison standing a little bit straighter, pulling herself back together. if anything, she can at least seem like she's not as nearly as out of her element as she really is.

her eyes go from him back to the party, looking over everyone talking and eating and enjoying themselves. ]

These people have been here three days? [ and then allison's eyes move back him, narrowed in question. ] Have you been here three days?

[scission]

[Deuc's expression tugs into something that pretty clearly communicates the well, that was rude that he doesn't say out loud. But he shouldn't expect better from Derek Hale, even if he really would like a cup of tea right now.]

You don't recall the journey? Mine involved being dragged around in a sack, of all things, but I've heard others had a more gentle trip.

[oursavinggrace]

[eating food in strange places is kind of a terrible idea in a lot of stories (thank you persephone) and he's definitely heard something somewhere about that being a thing in fairy stories too, so jason's abstaining for the time being. which isn't really the easiest thing at the moment given how good everything looks and how hungry he actually is.

mingling is a pretty decent way to keep his mind off it, though, so the party mostly finds him making awkward conversation and sidling through to the edges of the crowd. right up until he practically trips over a familiar dark figure in his attempt to escape the mass of people.]

Nico?

[forgottendecade]

I did.

[a simple statement and a little source of pride in those words. yes, there were others in dai-shocker that worked on the technology to create weapons like his arm, but they all lost their skills to war or transformations.

joji took the opportunity to look closer at the damage, calculating how much time and materials he would need to repair some of the pieces, other pieces were easy enough to fix even if he had to resort using forks and knives off the table to do so.]

I can repair some mobility to the arm for now, but it wouldn't last. I believe the fairies said they have a piece of technology called the Station where I may find better equipment to rebuild it to full working order... The flesh cover will need some grafting, but I am unsure how that can be arranged as of yet.

[piratic]

[ he won't get in the middle of her pixie hate, not when it's a battle of its very own and one he knows not much about. still, he's somewhat pleased to see her, amused even, if only for the familiar face of someone he knows can actually get something done, magic or not. ]

Tinkerbell. You would be the one I find here.

[ they're your weird cousins or something, aren't they? ]

Don't suppose you're willing to come find the door out with me? I'm done with this festive gathering.

hides

[cibus]

[ tackle-hugs from girlfriends are totally acceptable. more than totally acceptable because that also means that said girlfriend is here and okay and now he doesn't have to worry about that. everyone else? yes. but not hazel. his arms wrap back around her in his own half of the hug. ]

Apparently. [ and then he's leaning back, checking her over a little just in case. ] You're okay? [ of course she's okay, frank's just worrying. ] How long have you been here? Is that...coffee?

[rustic]

[ david's roughly one-billionth as naturally suspicious as emma is, but that doesn't change the fact that they've got similar tactics. he doesn't eat the food, tolerating the party just long enough to make sure he hasn't missed a familiar face in the crowd. he hardly lasts a few minutes before he gives up and ducks out into the hallways, intent on ignoring the distraction and seeking out the people responsible.

he's about to set off in one direction when a voice from the other catches him up short, and though there are far too many concerns to take this situation lightly— no snow, for one— he can't help the slight grin as he responds. ]

I don't know if I'd say that. Actually, it kind of reminds me of home.

[piratic]

Somehow I doubt magic is their biggest problem-- a fact they should acquaint themselves with rather fast if we're to stay here a while.

[ not that hook plans on, you know, staying. in fact, he throws another look around, spotting the hallways leading off into much darker looking paths... ]

[actually112]

[Aang gives a smile, though it's not as bright and chipper as usual, and does his best to straighten up while still leaning on the glider. He should really lie down and see a healer, but he refuses to let up on his attempts at going home.]

Yeah. And I was kind of in the middle of something important.

[He gives a dip of the head--the closest approximation to a bow he can get without moving his back too much.] I'm Aang.

weird threads for 500

[rustic]

[ david's more at home at the station than he'd like to admit, with its strange mix of modern and myth— though the new take on fairies is an adjustment, admittedly.

at home or not, he doesn't actually settle there until several hours of exploring. or searching, more accurately; for snow, for any familiar face. it's not until that proves sufficiently fruitless that he finally stops, compromises on sitting down for one drink while he comes up with a new plan.

one drink that he's not completely sure hasn't been tampered with. there's a slightly unsure glance after the retreating fairy as he picks up his coffee, and he's in the middle of missing red when the voice draws him out of it.

the first glance is slightly startling: smaller man with a cane, a bit sharp in the face. the similarities stop there, though, and there's no trace of the brief surprise in david's reply. ] I haven't seen any, but we can ask the next fairy that comes by. [ not actually a strange sentence to say, though still new. ] Not a fan of coffee?

[infant]

I don't care what anyone else says. Susan, do you want to grow up? Don't you want to stay a girl and have fun forever? You can! Don't listen to other people. Follow your own heart.

[ He steps in front of her, holding one of her hands. ]

Neverland is where I come from and no one ever has to grow up there if they don't wish it, that is my law. I could take you back with me when we are done here with this silly war. All my Lost Boys are going to leave me, did I tell you? I will be all alone.

I wish you would come.

[unclebob]

I have never seen a human being able to make such advanced modifications to themselves.

[He sounds impressed. For all that he's grown to like them, humans can be a very stupid lot. The Terminator lets his infinite patience go to work while Joji works on his arm. Getting it back into any working order is going to take a wing and a prayer to achieve, but several of the smaller pieces easily bend and twist back into place. He shakes his head at the idea of skin grafts.]

The organic covering will heal by itself, with time. Except for the eye.

The Great Greenwood

[actually112]

Oh! [A twelve-year-old boy with blue arrows tattooed on his head, arms, and legs (and possibly under his clothes) and with a strange wood staff on his back holds up his hands, smiling sheepishly.]

Sorry. I didn't mean to sneak up on you.

[aiwendil]

Quite alright, quite alright! [Radagast give a smile as he lets the bird go once it has rested, tipping his hat up before looking back at Aang.

Not a dwarf, not hairy enough. Not a hobbit either, so most likely one of the race of Men then though the arrow is such a strange marking.] What brings you out in these woods?

eeee beleg

[lastoftheline]

[Celebrimbor felt much as Beleg does, interest and curiosity chased right at the heels of his confusion and discomfort, and his fingers itched to pick apart the works that seem to be so commonplace and taken for granted.

He's making his way outside to the patio, wanting a little fresh air when he sees Beleg sitting off to the corner. Celebrimbor paused, then his eyes widened as he recognized the figure as another elf. There's no hesitation as he quickly strides over, a broad grin highlighting his features. Running a hand through his short-cropped hair, he halted in front of Beleg.]

Though your face is not familiar in the traditional sense, surely you are Sindarin. [His eyes travel over Beleg once more.]

[forgottendecade]

I had need to do so, and the knowledge on how it works. [a slight shrug as he bent and twisted wires into place.] It still has some glitches but that's to be expected when I did not attempt a full modification mode.

[the world of v3 was where he decided on that. seeing how the changes affected that rider and how it spread among the other two, he realized that in exchange for the full transformation, he would lose a little of the skills that made himself who he was. besides, that also would mean to turn his back on the sins he had in his life.

he took a fork and used it to press a tricky wire into place, but some of the damage was what he feared and needed more than what he had here to repair it with.]

Ah, good. I do not think that the magic they talk of would be useful to use on you. From what I can see, I think it would interfere with your finer circuitry.

[actually112]

I was just exploring. I wanted to look around and, well... [He shrugs and smiles.] It felt like this place was calling to me.

[He's not sure if he expects the strange man to understand or not. On one hand, most people don't have the senses of an Avatar and can't feel spiritual energy, but on the other hand, that guy just had a bird nap on his head.] What about you? Are you a native, or were you brought here like me?

[He casually glances up, then perks.] Hey! [And without warning, he jumps up much higher than any human really should, then lands light as a feather on a branch above them, crouching down and peering into a knothole in the wood.] There's an animal. I've never seen that kind before. [He's close enough to the knothole to see inside, but not so close that it would be overwhelming for whatever animal there is in there. For its part, a squirrel sticks its head out of the hole, blinking at Aang for a moment before deciding he's not a threat and then pulling back in, possibly for a nap.

Aang, for his part, is fascinated. He's never seen a plain squirrel before!]

[pterosaur]

[She won't like being petted...]

:Janine. Been here long?:

sup scoot sup

[lamentum]

Scott?

[ he's already past her when lydia turns, the familiar voice hitting her ears as clear as a bell. she hardly murmurs his name before she is moving after him, pushing past people. ] Scott! [ she calls louder this time, loud enough for his ears to hear her. ]

[lamentum]

Could've fooled me.

[ she is certain that it is common knowledge that derek hale's default settings are grumpy and brooding. ]

And if we don't?

[decked]

[his brows arch up as he watches stiles count his fingers, but he doesn't say a word on it.]

No, I made a deal with the fairies. [his tone drips with sarcasm-] We're in cahoots.

[he glances down at stiles' drink, frowning.]

You probably shouldn't drink that, anyway.