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]

My knee. [He gestures to it with his head.]

There is something blocking the joint. It will not move correctly. [He would take care of the shrapnel piece himself, but at present, he's only got one arm, and the fingers on it are too big to properly fit inside the small area. He was built for fighting, not for being able to repair himself. Most Terminators merely keep going until they are forced into a shutdown.]

[torc]

[ Guinevere realises she isn't alone after a few seconds of would-be silence. It's the little things that give it away: the shift of material in Merida's clothing; the carefully controlled puffs of breath; no doubt identifiable only to those trained in the art of hunting beasts and men. The tips of her fingers longer against her own bow a moment longer, but she manages to swallow the near reflex to string an arrow. ]

Are you ready to come out of hiding? Or shall I pretend I haven't noticed you for a while longer.

[ There's a lick of amusement in her voice despite her relatively offhand tone. Guinevere turns, dark eyes assessing the even darker corner of Merida's spot, her gaze fixed there even as she lifts the cup to take a sip of the water. ]

yeah ok sure ignore my random icons

[rustic]

Snow!

[ he meets her halfway, of course, and the fact that these kinds of reunions are basically just another tuesday doesn't do anything to dull the relief. his arms are around her a second later, and it's a second after that that he pulls away just enough to press a kiss to her lips.

and he'd be more or less content to stay right there, but the fact that they're in the middle of a strange castle still needs dealing with. when he breaks the kiss to look at her, he's smiling— for all he's glad to have found her, though, they're hardly out of the woods yet, and so it fades quickly in favor of a slightly bemused but entirely focused expression. ]

Regina. [ when in doubt, blame regina. except that doesn't feel entirely right, and a beat later: ] Something must have gone wrong with the spell.

ah yes good the twoofs

[tiaraaction]

[The unfortunate thing is that Usagi is also making her way through the crowd and while Derek might be focused on getting out, Usagi is not really focused on anything except trying to see a familiar face. With her back to him, she walks backwards and stumbles a little, turns in a majestically ungraceful way to steady herself and apologizes profusely to anyone she's just hit with her hair.

She sincerely hopes she did not just hit Derek with her hair. She has seen frowns like that before. She has been on the receiving end of brooding frowns like that more times than she can count and those were just from her cat.

She winces. ] S-sorry, did I just hit you?

[rustic]

[ the voice registers even before her face does, and he can't help smiling as recognition dawns. ] Belle.

[ not snow. but any familiar face is a good sign, and the relief is enough to subdue any fear that snow's out there, on her own. she can take care of herself; it's just a matter of finding her. david doesn't hesitate to move forward to meet belle, one hand settling on her shoulder in a gesture of comfort. ] What's the last thing you remember?

[ the smile fades as he asks, tone sincere. because the last thing he remembers, pan and the curse— it's not a good memory, for her least of all. ]

8) <333

[piratic]

Common sense, as you call it, doesn't seem to have much of a place here.

[ this coming from someone who is considered a fairytale character and more than used to it must have some sort of irony to it. but as is, hook looks at dean with a pause, as right now he'll take what or whoever he can to question this place. ]

They're free to believe what they want, but I for one am not going to stay stranded here.

[piratic]

Maybe not yet. But where there's a will, there's way-- [ he cringes some at the saying though. the charmings must be rubbing off on him. ] --or something of that nature.

[braverys]

[ She brightens when she realises that she was right and, best of all, that he remembers. There had been a moment of panic where she thought that there might have been another curse, but -

The hand on her shoulder is comforting and she relaxes, lifting her head and offering a smile. She was never as close as she would have liked to the Prince and Snow White, especially given all their relationships to Neal, Emma and Henry, but she found his company a comfort all the same. ]

Regina was breaking the curse permanently and sending us all back to the Enchanted Forest - and then I was here.

[ She doesn't mention Rumplestiltskin; she doesn't want the reminder of that horrible, painful moment nor does the want to explain the fact that she's sure, deep in her heart, that he's alive. ]

[braverys]

[ Belle stands up a little straighter, wishing she had something to protect herself, just to be safe. They're not on his ship, here, and there are no loose panels of wood for her to use to get the upper hand, no modern guns for her to use as a bartering tool - she had only herself and her mind (which, admittedly, was more than enough at times). ]

It's not a trick. These people need our help. That's why were were brought here, surely. I know enough about faeries to know they wouldn't lie about that.

[ She takes a moment, pursing her lips, before she relaxes a little. There's no use getting fussy and frustrated with him, that's for sure. ]

I'm not sure. I know Bae is here, but otherwise... I haven't seen anyone else I recognise.

[tiaraaction]

Oh, I'm sorry.

[She feels awful that this is the first she gives thought to her parents and little brother. Best that they're not here, really. She isn't sure what she'd do if they were in danger. ]

It's safer, at home I think.

[sorry ned she has no idea. ]

[tiaraaction]

[She squeezes Minako around the middle and laughs with giddy excitement. ]

I'm so glad you're here too! I couldn't find anyone.

[She's not sure now, what she'd have done if it were just herself here. ]

[tiaraaction]

I think they are.

[There hasn't been a face she's seen so far, that Usagi would say is a joking one. Usagi eyes the ring-dagger with wary eyes and lifts a hand subconsciously to land over her broach. She gets it, though, being on edge. The tension in her shoulders and back has been getting worse the longer she stays inside.

She gives Allison a sympathetic smile. ]

I think a lot of us are just as weirded out as you are.

[tiaraaction]

[What do you even do when someones choking? Usagi can't remember her first aid lessons. The last time she choked on food, Rei belted her across the back until she could breath. Usagi isn't really sure she wants to whop a stranger.

But what is a sore back compared to a saved life???? (Usagi has no idea, math is a foreign thing best forgotten).

She lifts a hand, ready to strike - hesitates, and then: ]

Are you okay? Do I need to hit you?

[glacio]

[ her eyes get a little wider, somehow, and then she's looking straight forward and clasping her hands in her lap, like that's how one is meant to "ACT NATURAL" when things were getting overwhelming. but he just froze the cake over entirely, which meant- he was like her? well, very obviously not like her, considering he just threw the cake away, but. oh, she needs to calm down. she feels panicked and excited and pleased and so scared all at once and she's not sure she can handle feeling things like this all at once just yet. even now that she's accepted her gift, learned to love it really, she's still so nervous about hurting people with her inability to control what she can do.

so she pulls in a slow breath and shuts her eyes, which probably makes her seem crazy, but it's better than freezing over the whole room and completely ruining her chances of ever being seen as more than a danger to those around her. so. ]

No. You didn't.

[ still in that same it's alright tone she had before, now a little softer, making it obvious she's trying reallyveryhard not to get too excited, negatively or positively, just yet. not here, not with all these people around them. so instead she looks down at her lap, letting her hands part just so she can curl her fingers closed, then open again, forming a little orb of snow between them, before clasping them together again, making it vanish in a small totally magical looking wisp. and now she'll finally peek up at him again, suddenly the shyest young woman in the world. but at least she's smiling a bit. I can do that, too. ]

Perhaps we should go somewhere we can talk.

[ trying so hard to sound collected here, but she's failing, she knows it. she's too pleased, too nervous. ]

[gallus]

[ it's the bow that draws the young girl's eye, and perhaps it's this more than anything else that has her step out from her hiding spot. it's a wonder her bright mane of red hair hadn't given her away to begin with, because despite the shadow, the colour is vibrant, especially set against the green of her dress.

she doesn't clutch her own bow, but she holds it firmly in her hand as she straightens, her spine straight (as her mum had spent years teaching her) because there was no telling what any of these strangers might be like. when she speaks, her voice is thick with the highlands. ]

You surprised me.

S'good fanart. No one can complain.

[curo]

[ Jason stares for a second at the first bit. Someone's happy to see him? Upset? But then it all gets cleared up soon enough and he a few HAHAs get sent along before he adds: ]

Leo! Thank the gods. Where are you? Is anyone from the council meeting with you?

[marksqueen]

No, not at all. In fact, my siblings and I just ended a great battle before I was taken here.

[she frowns in thought] It's difficult to say. I don't know fairies as well as fauns, dryads or centaurs.

[marksqueen]

I certainly have a will, so all we need is a way. [she pauses]

I'm sorry, I've been rude. My name is Susan Pevensie.

(ahaha I love it!)

[aiwendil]

[Radagast doesn't mind the stares. He doesn't pass time with Men and Elves for a reason. It might be because he smells too.]

Ah yes! I was wondering where that had gotten too! [He says as he takes a little off with an excited look, tasting a bit before nodding with satisfaction..] And my thanks for letting me know, I had been looking for it!

[forgottendecade]

[no real name just a make and model number. it sounded a lot like the troopers for shocker, each one maybe had been a real person before their modification but the machine demanded total loyalty, something that he never questioned in himself until the drivers disappeared and he was blamed.]

Bob is a good name. I believe it is short for Robert and there are many loyal kings and knights who bore that name.

[a future world and a computer that became its ruler. joji filed the information as for something to think about later, nodding at the explanation. an advance machine could craft such a thing; just look at the neo lifeform and it's idea of playing with the lives of others.]

Do you believe in the theory of multiple worlds?

[aiwendil]

[As the small animal comes toward him, Radagast holds out his arm to let it bound up his shoulder. He seems to listen, nodding and speaking quietly to the squirrel before looking back at Aang.]

He is pleased to meet you too! And ah! yes yes! [He's distracted by listening to the chattering of the squirrel before letting it run up his hat to look about.] He knows you mean him no harm.

:3 hi!

[infame]

[He is not about to tell anyone that he hasn't actually figured this locket thing out yet. When Stiles' face is there, however, the way his face drops into his password is also Allison levels of unamused almost immediately. This is karmic retribution, probably, for trying to extort information from Lydia.

And all the murders too.

He didn't count on having to play is this Stiles or the fox possessing him, here. ]

You shouldn't look so disappointed. I'll have you know I'm fantastic company.

[He glances at the locket; turns it around to inspect the back for a way to hang up. He finds nothing and turns it back around. ]

Is my nephew with you?

[consolidating]

[ the trouble with merlin -

no, that would be wrong, since there is more than one trouble with merlin. in face, arthur is rather certain he counted 645 troubles with merlin. but one of them is that merlin doesn't quite know how to make himself known like every other person in the world. No, merlin has to make himself known rudely, suddenly and always unexpectedly. ]

Merlin!

[ he nearly drops the glass because it's not that merlin had startled him (as if that could ever happen!!) but he was just suddenly there.

(which is the same as being startled but arthur would rather drink whatever is in that glass rather than admitting that. ]

what the hell are you doing skulking about here?

[infame]

An astute observation.

[He glances up for a brief moment, gives Derek his best shut up and let me think look before he rolls his eyes and holds the locket out. ]

Has it occurred to you that anyone we know might use it to try and contact you?

[He thinks not.]

Besides, you don't get back from fae. Not without a price.

[toolbelt]

[ leo chews his cheek for a second, like he's thinking that over, then gives a loud, dramatic huff of a sigh and drops into the chair across from her. ]

Maybe our forefathers are like, secretly three part gods. Half Roman, Half Greek....part Irish. I dunno. [ wow, nailed it with your math there, valdez.

still, he waves off his worry and offers her a lazy grin, leaning across the table to sniff at the coffee. he didn't even know hazel was old enough to drink coffee--he didn't even think he was, but maybe there was a reason he wasn't allowed to have it. ] It smells awesome.