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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[orcsurfing]

[ It was all ahead of them, the inevitable parting and the conversation - debate, more than likely - in which Legolas would try to convince his father to travel beyond the shores of Middle-Earth with him, before they have been spirited away to this world to lend their skills. And this now should be nothing more but a delay as well, until the day comes when their task is done and their time at Caer Glaem comes to an end.

Only so long can Legolas deny the yearning in his heart, only so long is he willing to do so. The delay is welcome, in any case.

In an instant the wind picks up, a single powerful gust that sends petals, shaken harshly from the newly bloomed flowers, and leaves dancing through the air between them. A colourful display that lasts a handful of moments, before it all dies down. ]

It is the most we can ask out of a mismatched lot such as it is, I suppose, so long as there is willingness to work together for a goal we all ought to share. [ He brushes off some that caught on the golden mane of the unicorn, plucks out those that tangled within the golden locks. ] It is a preferable lot, indeed...

[recumbence]

[Computers more modern? For Aurora, who has never seen a computer before this experience is more than a little daunting which is why her proverbial feathers are that much more ruffled when Usagi runs into her.]

Perhaps you should pay more attention to where you're going.

[firith]

[ The stirring of the breeze brings his thoughts back to the present. ]

To orcs and sorcerers, yes. We seem to have collected our own band of murderers and thieves, if only by fate of their circumstances and not acts committed out of sickened hearts. [ A frown touches his brow as he watches Legolas's fingers tidy the unicorn's mane of petals. ] I ask that you journey no more northward than Nimh Gleanne, certainly not into the forest called La Llorona. No matter what you hear of it.

[ The Dead City of Quendi. An ill-portent, that, when he read the word in the library. No, better to stay far away from the shadows in the north ...

Thranduil's life in Menegroth taught him that well enough. ]

[orcsurfing]

[ The frown on his father's expression doesn't escape Legolas' notice and he listens carefully. A lot of his thoughts Legolas may not read, but certain undertones in this voice he has grown wise to. It took many years for him to learn to pick up what was genuine concern, what posed a real threat, and what was simply his... unnecessary protectiveness in Legolas' eyes.

It seems to be the former and he bows his head a notch in acknowledgement. ]

I will keep to south of the Forodwaith, unless a necessity presents itself that further north we must travel. On my own, however, I will go no further.

[ Though curiosity gets the better of him and it gives birth to the question: ]

What have you learned of those lands?

[ Perhaps he should take the time and study the libraries of the castle they lived at now, should have the patience for it as is the way of the elves, yet he cannot imagine coping himself up in what seems to him like dusty hallways and cold walls, when the alternative is fresh air, beautiful sky and rich nature all around. ]

1. Orihime Inoue / Bleach

[hairpins]

[If redhead's eyes get any wider, they're in danger of falling out of her head. Everywhere Orihime looks there is some new delight, some beautiful and fantastic sight to see- and she is afraid that if she closes her eyes for too long she'll wake up to find this has all been just a glorious dream.

A child of the city, she has known trees and grass only as rare cracks in the concrete playground of her childhood. In her mind forests have always held enchanted secrets hidden in their depths, and she is overjoyed to find that this childish belief which she has carried with her is proving true.

For now all talk of war is pushed to the back of her mind. She is familiar with war. Too much so. She would much rather delight in this faerie world which has, it seems called her home.

Though she had better pay a little more attention to her immediate surroundings, or she'll find herself walking into someone-]

1. thranduil oropherion | tolkien

[firith]

[ Newly arrived within the last few hours, the Elvenking sits at a long table while the feast goes on around him and sips a goblet of wine. He is easily distinguished by the silver-gold robe and crown of autumnal berries he wears, having been led right out of his throne by the fairies' plea for help.

He removes into a long corridor and lets the sound of laughter and music fall away, pacing with echoing steps to a large quad surrounded by pillars. In the middle is a pond with bright fish and the garden is a cheerful place under a skylight that shows a host of unfamiliar stars, lush and tended well. Taking a seat on a stone bench, Thranduil leans over his knees and lapses into his own thoughts. He doesn't protest when a fairy-boy with a bold blue light about him whisks in and sips from the cup in his hands. ]

[alittlemorewit]

[Normally Lizzie would be utterly shocked at someone who had not been officially introduced speaking to her. It was highly improper and not befitting of someone of her standing, however, none of this was even vaguely familiar nor did any of it make sense. She had been in a world of her own as she tried to apply her wit and logic to this but she was, sadly, coming up short.

She was sure, though, that having a shard inside of her would also qualify as highly improper in society. She gently brushes the crumbs away and gave the young man a small smile.]

There is no harm done.

1. elizabeth bennet | pride and prejudice | ota

[alittlemorewit]

[Baffled. Utterly baffled. She had rarely felt this way in her twenty years but she certainly felt it keenly now. She knew she had always been somewhat different from the rest of her family, but she was finding already that she missed them dearly.

Her sisters, but especially Jane. How was Jane to fare without her? How was she to fare without Jane? Even her mother's poor nerves were missed and her father... her poor father. How he would feel it. How she did feel it even now.

She looked around, trying to make sense of the people she saw, the fashions they wore and the strange terminology they used. No novel had been this fantastical and she could not parse it to make sense to her mind.

Perhaps she was not so sharp as she liked to think of herself.]

[icy]

It'd be interesting to see what kind of harm a cake could do, am I right?

[ Haha ... ha. Mm. Awkward much.

She looks to be a few years older than him, maybe in her twenties, and the lady in question is definitely better turned-out than Jack in his frosted hoodie and torn, bare-footed trousers; he knows that style of clothing, remembers it from so long ago. Two-hundred years in the past of the world he is familiar with, roughly, if he had to guess. Meeting her gaze briefly, he gives an apologetic smile and tumbles the dropped cake back onto the plate of those on offer, vying for something else to say that isn't completely stupid to his own ears. ]

Are you enjoying the story?

[ With a nod to the tale-spinner by the fireplace. ]

[alittlemorewit]

[That does incite her to chuckle lightly.]

I am sure my sisters could answer you well regarding the damage of cake on lace and muslin.

I am, although I do not really understand it. The closest thing I know that I could liken it to is one of Shakespeare's comedies. I do not quite follow the good speaker.

I fear it is highly improper, but I must introduce myself, I think. I am Elizabeth Bennet of Longbourn.

[icy]

It's nice to meet you, Elizabeth.

[ She's sweet and charming, and Jack finds himself smiling reflexively. Improper isn't something he's heard from anyone in a while and he blows on his palm to summon a snowflake out of the chill, sending it dancing lightly over to where Elizabeth sits. ]

I'm Jack Frost ... of, well. Winter.

[alittlemorewit]

Y-you too, Mr. Frost of Winter. [She is visibly astonished by the snowflake.]

How did you...

[icy]

Spirit of Winter, it's in the name. You can call me Jack, by the way.

[ Just for her amusement, he touches his staff to the toppled cake on the table and freezes it solid, frost crackling to life over the corner of the wood whereupon the snack lies. ]

Are your sisters here with you?

[alittlemorewit]

You can perform magic? [How brain breakingly cool.]

That is most impressive, Mr. Fro- Jack. [It feels strange on her tongue to call a man by just a first name. Improper somehow, but this whole place was so and he had asked. He had goodness in his looks and countenance and she decided to trust him.]

I fear that I have not yet seen or heard from them. I admit I feel a little at sea without them.

Are your family here?

[icy]

Wintertide magic, yeah. I bring the snow and blizzards.

[ His pleased look eases, but doesn't drop entirely. Instead, Jack gives a demure shrug. ]

I don't have any family, but my friends are still back home and they might be waiting for me. Don't worry about feeling out of place, I'm sure you're not the only one.

Midshipman Archie Kennedy | Hornblower

[unneeded]

[A teenage boy in a somewhat scuffed wool uniform picks at his food at the feast table but does not eat. He looks pale, a bit gaunt, and utterly exhausted, and the nausea from his last seizure is helping him avoid eating the fairy food. He's not a child anymore, but he still remembers his nurse's stories about Childe Rowland and warnings about eating fairy food. Still, maybe it wouldn't be so terrible to be trapped here for ever, rather than going back to whatever awaits him back at sea. Death, capture, or return to the Indefatigable where the same routine would be taken up, the game where he pretends nothing is wrong no matter what happens at night amidships.

It's not long before he is dead asleep, cheek pressed to the table and fork lying in his lap.]

[alittlemorewit]

All of them? All of the snows?

Oh, I am most sorry. I did not mean to make you think of sad things. I hope most sincerely that you are reunited with your friends. [Foot in mouth, Lizzie.]

I wonder at the tale told of these shards. I have never come across such a story before. It seems most peculiar.

[icy]

Well, for the last three-hundred years or so. I don't want to take all of the credit for Mother Nature.

[ With a teasing smirk, he shakes his head. Dismisses her apology because he doesn't need one and she hasn't offended him. ]

I'm fine, it's alright. The shards sound like they might be real, along with the rest of the story. Standard fairytale lore usually has a grain of truth in it.

[alittlemorewit]

Three hundred years? Oh my. [Never before had she thought that she might need her mother's smelling salts.]

I admit that I have little knowledge of such things.

[icy]

You could always help yourself to the library, I hear it's pretty big. There's got to be a ton of information in there somewhere.

[ He tilts his head curiously. ]

Which year was it, when you left home to come here?

[alittlemorewit]

There is a library here? [That interested her greatly.] Do you know where it is located that I might find it?

It was 1813, is that not true here also?

[firith]

[ He trusts Legolas to keep his word, without a doubt, yet Thranduil shakes his head once and lays a hand on his son's arm. ]

Ask me another time. Such talk is not for a day as fair as this. [ Pacing on, the unicorn makes slow progress in his wake, nibbling the grasses and leaves as Thranduil's tone lightens pointedly. ] I have been fielding all manner of questions from young ladies, concerning your whereabouts.

[ The easiest topic change he has made in a while. ]

[icy]

I'll take you tomorrow if you like, we can poke around there together.

[ Jack's lips twitch, fingers resettling around his pole as he leans on it while perched on the armrest of the sofa like a bird, less a boy. ]

It was 2012, for me.

[orcsurfing]

[ Easiest for whom, truly. The weight of the previous subject dissolves immediately, for Legolas does understand the reasoning behind it and he accepts it, resolving simply to ask when the time seemed more right for it. However the new topic is an odd one for him, it lightens the mood, indeed, but it is something he's not entirely sure how to... approach when speaking with his father.

He's past the age when he would fluster easily, though it's a close thing and his gaze still shies away into the woods ahead of them, flickering between one tree and another, catching movement and the sight of a wild beast that flees from the approaching elves. Nothing out of ordinary at all, but a good distraction for his eyes and a pleasant sight to boot. ]

I was not aware my presence, and now lack thereof, has made such an impression. I hope they did not bother you too greatly.

[ Naive Legolas was not, neither was he awfully oblivious to attentions he sometimes received from those around him: whether it was back in the halls of Eryn Lasgalen, or at the castle here now. Polite, friendly and warm - if seemingly distant in it all - as was proper to all those who asked for his attention and time. ]

peter pan (book) | jm barrie | ota

[infant]

[ A boy stands on the end of one of the tables at the feast surrounded by twinkling fairies. His dagger is out and he mimes gutting a man to the cheers of his young companions, for no grown-ups are allowed to sit with them. ]

— and gutted the old pirate like a codfish! [ What were their names, Peter? asks one boy, receiving a shrug. ] I don't know. I always forget after I kill them. [ Can't you teach us how to fly? pleads another, and Peter laughs as he hops into the air, zooming over their heads and whisking off a tuft of dark hair from one of the boys with his blade. ] The fairies here say they can't help you fly, they haven't any dust.

[ He lands with his hands on his hips, feet confidently apart, in the midst of woeful cries that please him immensely. Peter, Peter, show me how to use a sword! Peter, take me to Neverland! CROW, PETER, CROW!

And so he does, his rooster-call resonating keenly through the entire Seelie hall which it briefly disturbs. ]