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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[aphrodisiacs]

[ she used to thrive in this kind of environment. she might've even enjoyed being plucked from wertham and dropped in this weird as fuck world — anything was better than listening to chloe go on and on and on. ]

[ but alisha has learned that she doesn't like it. she doesn't like being misplaced. she doesn't like being attacked by things — like storms or people infected by such storms. she likes peace and quiet and boring shit, like brunch and spending the morning with her boyfriend or stalking seth because kelly fancies him. while she may stand and eat, nibble on things here and there, and drink until her heart is content, it doesn't mean she likes it. she likes it even less when people bump into her — she still feels on edge, on guard, as if she's still in possession of her power that makes her untouchable. she flinches and scowls. ] Watch where you're going.

[ but he's already apologising, and alisha feels a tiny twinge of regret for her harsh words. her features lose their anger as she gazes at him. she eyes his drink. ] Doubt they'd like it if you spill that shit.

[mulletrock]

They've got whatever this is on lock down.

[So far he hadn't found any intel that was worthwhile. Dean doesn't even look up when he responds, too busy searching the web. When he finally does get a chance there's an awkward pause. Did this dude just take off his arm? Better play it safe. He'd react if the guy was a threat, but for now being civil was his best option.]

What about you? Got something you'd like to share with the class?

[pterosaur]

:Personally I think studying it would go best if you got familiar with the closest part before looking too closely at the rest.:

[Janine's face is unreadable, since it's basically immobile. Her large red eyes are piercing, but her 'voice' is offhandedly kind.]

:Get a bite while they're offering, is my advice.:

hihi. sending u love from bama.

[mulletrock]

[Not about to trust the food. Not in some weird dimension where anything could have some sorta negative effect. He's still pretty surprised that so many people are digging in.]

So far? I'm hoping most of 'em have enough common sense not to buy the load of crap.

[They'd cover more ground and make more progress if there were more skeptics willing to work together. Dean had been through this before and was treating it like any other case.]

[mulletrock]

[Okay then. This place might not be the greatest but at least it has a welcome appeal. They really rolled out the wagon for their hostages. It's a start. Dean's starting to think whoever brought them here really wants to give them a sense of security. Probably so they won't ask too many questions.]

Smooth.

[This kid played up the awkward a little too much if he expected a random stranger to discuss the fruit with him.]

What I'd really go for is an open bar. Sure, the buffet's nice but who knows where this food's been.

[mulletrock]

I take it you're not thrilled about being here.

[Finally somebody with a good head on their shoulders. Dean figured the food was poisoned so he stayed away from it, but old habits die hard and the wafting smell of it drove him out onto the balcony so it could be avoided.

She was a babe. Not like he could resist a damsel in distress.]

[mulletrock]

You're telling me.

[Didn't take a genius to figure that one out. At least she was aware of it. Too many people were living it up at the party here. Dean just didn't get it. He'd never been capable of that kind of trust.]

This whole party's a little too convenient. Whoever's responsible knew enough to apply a false sense of security.

[mulletrock]

Aren't you a little young for a pack of smokes? When I was your age I-

[Never mind. No, Dean didn't have cigarettes. He had a lot of vices. Too many. But that wasn't one of them. With any luck no one else would either. It didn't sit right with him that she was sucking in nicotine. She didn't look like she was anywhere close to fifteen. Not that fifteen's an acceptable age to be smoking, it's just a more realistic one.]

Have a seat. Waste some time while you wait on that fix.

[mulletrock]

Hey.

[Spending most of his life with the same armor Dean recognizes it when he sees it, but he's not gonna point it out. Not really. That's probably the last thing she needs. He has tact.]

You look outta your element.

[She should be. Too many people were just accepting this. That's something Dean didn't understand.]

Want some company?

[alittlemorewit]

I fear that we both apologise for the same mishap! [She looks amused, though.]

We must agree to both be at fault and start again for the sake of peace, perhaps?

I am Miss Bennet. A pleasure to make your acquaintance if you would forgive such forward behaviour.

[loveordeath]

[Mathilda didn't give him any particular look - neither the shock of a girl being called out, nor the exasperation of a teenager being lectured by a guy who thought he knew any better. Instead she scanned him from head to toe, quietly evaluating him. She had to pick and choose the right words. For the right lie, that is.

It wasn't quite doing as she was told, when she walked over and sat across him. She had the nonchalance of a woman doing exactly what she'd meant to do in the first place, and perhaps that didn't sit quite as well as the notion that such a small and lanky frame already inhaled smoke into her lungs.

Clack, went the glass of milk. She dragged the chair closer to the table.]

I'm eighteen.

[alittlemorewit]

Yes, I...

[The girl looks up and her eyes widen in both disbelief and horror.]

Sir, you are grievously wounded! We must needs find a doctor to tend your wounds.

[mulletrock]

Yeah, and I'm a clean shaven Burt Reynolds.

[C'mon kid. Try again. Dean's been lying his whole life. He knows the game. Instead of saying more, or rubbing it in, his fingers swipe along the keyboard of the computer he's on and his thumbnail goes into his mouth while he reads another small paragraph that gives him nothing to go off of.]

I'll find you some smokes. Well, I'll try. In the mean time- sit tight.

[That protective streak runs deep, and he can't really help it. It happens and without Sam around he's gotta look out for someone. It's who he is.]

Bella Swan | Twilight

[inconcinnus]

[02]

[ Coffee made by fairies. Is it wrong that she just had to try it out?

Here's hoping no fairy got it into their head to spit in her drink - not exactly what one expects in their caffeine loaded wake up.

It's early in the morning, there aren't many people around, and it gives Bella some time to think, to mull over her reason for being here. More than happy to help, she's just not really sure how she can help. It's more likely she would end up in someone's way, thanks to the lack of coordination she's been gifted with.

Stretching her arms out on the table in front of her, she huffs out a sigh. Again, she's reminded of her complete lack of usefulness when it comes to a fight. There's a frown on her face, irritated.

She shouldn't even be human right now - if Edward had just listened to her...

This train of thought has her eyes rolling and she sits up straight, taking an annoyed sip of her coffee. A sip that burns her tongue.

Bella can tell today is going to be fantastic.

After some time sitting down, she has to get up and walk off this anxiousness that's built up in the pit of her stomach. She looks pensive and has her arms folded over her stomach, as if she's almost hugging herself. ]

swan off 2014 never forget

[inconcinnus]

[ Unsurprisingly, she's not very hungry. That tends to happen when she's uprooted from her home and dropped somewhere incredibly unfamiliar and full of fairies and imps who like to play tricks.

Bella's past the point of being surprised by creatures from storybooks (and nightmares) being real - not that it makes her happy to learn about it every time she does. Not at all.

She's nearby when Emma speaks, knowing it was probably said more to herself than outright to anyone else, but still commenting. ]

I'm kinda impressed. [ Not necessarily in a good way. Just in...a way she hasn't quite figured out yet. ] I never imagined this - [ Meaning all the different kinds of people and creatures and the like. ] was possible. Even if I knew that sometimes fairy tales and legends can be a little true.

[shewolfed]

[ there is a certain look about those of noble birth, and there is no mistaking that in the man making a scene about the cups offered to them.

(boy she thinks, rather shrewdly, but there is no sense in making enemies where there are none.)

the garb certainly helps him stick out from some of the others in their... interesting clothing choices at least, something more alike to the southerners than anything in the North with their furs and boiled leathers, but certainly more familiar to her than anything else out here.



she makes her way over all the same, watching him carefully for a moment before finding the smile that her mother had taught her and dipping into a gracious - if a little stiff - curtsey. ]

My lord, [ look at that, she can be nice. she wants to take a sword to everyone in here and fight her way home, but one cannot always have what the heart wants, and at any rate she doesn't have a sword, and it's been far too long since her fingers grasped one. ] tell me. Do you know of Westeros?

[ a girl can dream, can't she? ]

[akito]

I wouldn't drink that. They say that the fae are nothing if not tricksters...

[ When Akito speaks, his voice starts out steady - until he realizes that maybe his opinion wouldn't be appreciated, at which point it quiets until it's just a murmur by the end. He continues fiddling with his smartphone absently, though by now he's just sifting through the photos of their friends. Ikki, Kazu, Buccha, Onigiri, Emily, Nakayama, Ringo, Akira...

He wonders if any of them will end up here too. Because he knows he's probably the least special of them all, yet here he is - apparently with some kind of very important magical shard growing inside his chest. ]

KORRA ✦ LEGEND OF KORRA.

[sangilak]

1.

[ being here, korra feels more than a little out of her element, and given that elements are kind of the avatar's thing, that's never a good sign. other than that vague feeling of discomfort sitting in the pit of her stomach, korra is annoyed. annoyed that they had to drag her here, annoyed that they felt it necessary to throw her into a war when she's got so much going on at home—and she's supposed to be there for it, keep an eye on republic city.

for a majority of the time, she can be found at the fringe edges of the party, her arms crossed and a sour look on her face. spending time at an expensive party was not the way korra would choose to spend her time, so it doesn't take long before she's pulling the now well-worn map out of her pocket to look it over, a small ball of flame in her palm to illuminate the writing and make it easier to read. it's a neat parlor trick, and she doesn't seem concerned by the possibility of anyone catching sight of it.

once she's spotted her destination (anywhere but here), she pockets the map again and starts to push her way out towards the doors, not really caring if she bumps into someone. korra that's rude, say you're sorry. ]

[shewolfed]

[ Dark has fallen, and Lyanna would much rather be outside where she can breathe than trapped within the walls of their feast. Some may have forgotten their homes in the merriment of it all, but not her.

There is a slight bite to the air, not unpleasant in the slightest but certainly unexpected. It reminds her of home, and for a moment it threatens to be too much. The North is so far away, after all, and it may well take a miracle to ever see Winterfell again. There is no denying that Lyanna is a Northerner at heart, half wolf herself at times, but she feels further away from that girl than ever before. And then she sees her brother.

She can't know for sure. He's older, much older than she'd ever remembered him, but there is so much of their father and mother in him that she is almost sure.

Almost.

The word sits in her throat for a moment, doubt plaguing the back of her mind. Of course she wants him to be here, but why would he be so much older unless by some trickery? Still, home is so far and she has been without for what feels like far too long that after a brief moment of silence, she raises her voice. ]

Ned.

[ It isn't a question. It should be, but she takes a determined stance instead, as if sheer willpower could make the hardened figure her brother. ]

[unhand]

The crocodile? You mean your son? [This is wrong. This isn't Pan. There are similarities, but he seems like a rough sketch of the version he knows. All the right parts, but connected wrong. A different face, but the expression in his eyes. Naming his ship and his crocodile, knowing him as Hook, but not referring to any of their past dealings or trying to get anything out of him.

Yet.

Whoever this boy is, whether some sort of version of Pan or something else entirely, Hook's not so foolish as to underestimate him or let down his guard. No doubt, the boy's dangerous, whoever he is.]

Last I'd seen, the crocodile had killed you, along with himself. But clearly he was not so effective a murderer as I might have hoped.

[akito]

[ Had Akito been paying more attention to the (obviously) humans around him rather than just the supernatural beings around, he would have been able to avoid being whacked by - and subsequently knocked over by - whatever it was that hit him. He falls over with a muted squeak, though let's out a small laugh at the boy's apology. Akito is so used to falling down in his life that he really doesn't mind it. In fact, half of the time it's actually enjoyable. ]

Ah, don't worry about it! It's not like they haven't given us enough to be distracted by, ne?

[oursavinggrace]

Uh, yeah. You too, I guess?

[that's...kind of comforting and at the same time not at all. good to see a familiar face here. terrible to think that even the master of slipping into the nearest shadow and disappearing couldn't get away.]

[beleg]

[Beleg jumped up at the approach of the winged and furred bigger-than-him creature, his hands dropping the tablet onto the patio table and one hand going directly to the hilt of Anglachel sheathed at his side. The other people he'd seen inside the station was mostly his height and smaller but this one towered over him. And more importantly, they were humanoid. Still, Beleg answered carefully in a neutral tone, as Janine made no movement that looked like she was about to attack.]

That is what they tell me it is. I have no previous experience with it...

[Not entirely sure how to address this being in front of him, Beleg's voice trailed off.]

omf mATHILDA

[mdma]

[effy's phone is a little too old for wifi, but she honestly doesn't mind. she's chosen not to dwell on whatever's happening and chalk it all up on some fucked up trip or dream, even if she knows deep down that it's real. she may as well roll with it until she can find a way back home.

she's on her second cigarette when the girl addresses her. she quirks an eyebrow at her, then shrugs a shoulder and takes a few steps towards her.]

Yeah.

[the girl is young, but effy started smoking early, too. she doesn't say a word about it as she taps a cigarette out from its case and holds it out towards mathilda.]

Need a light, too?

hiiiii i hope i live up to your expectations

[beleg]

[Unlike Celebrimbor, he had never been interested in the hows or whys a tool worked. As long as it did what it was made to do, and did it well, that was all that mattered to Beleg. The tablet computer he was told was a useful tool, at least within the station.

Seeing the other elf approach, Beleg rose from his seat and dipped his head in greeting. One of the Noldo, he could tell though it was not one he knew. Not that he knew many in recent times, since King Thingol had refused to have dealings with them.]

I am. Beleg Cuthalion I am called. And you are Noldorin.