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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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[His hat is off and tucked under one arm properly, just like his grandfather used to do when escorting his grandmother.]

Miss Pevensie. Were you a frequenter of Drury Lane as well, then?

[ngl it was like Disneyland for him and his parents could never keep hold of him.]

Then I suppose I must be very lucky to always get the drop on my prey.

[ Because most do not look up, especially not the duller beasts the humans keep. Still, with those not yet found here, his usual ways may require some alteration. That he'll ponder on later. He tilts his head curiously to one side, focused on this stranger from somewhere else instead of thoughts of food. ]

No? Not a friendly place you came from, then, is it?

[ Or perhaps just lacking in conversation. That's a problem, as well! ]

[ contrary to Loki's apparent displeasure, Jas is enjoying himself immensely. the general air of levity (it was a feast, after all), the fact that most seemed upset with their situation instead of taking the figurative stallion by the reigns all added up to a perfectly confident young would-be pirate.

there were so many interesting faces. creatures of myth and of history alike, though some of them were far easier to pick out than others. some more curious. like this fellow, the one with the carefully carved expression. where he pointedly doesn't eat or drink, Jas is leaning against the table in his seat and popping grapes into his mouth as though he had every right to do so. as though he were a little king himself. (and if you asked, he would agree to it).

he's been watching Loki for the past five minutes, and when the strange man catches his eye (likely by accident), Jas smiles, sharp as a knife, the forget-me-not blue of his eyes twinkling with glee. ]

Before you ask, no, I don't know the Muffin Man.

[she can humor when she tries]

[It does get a grin. Good, he appreciates a fellow troll.]

The theatre, of course.

[There's a pause, the stick of gum halfway to his mouth, tension in the line of his spine and shoulders. But he recovers a second later, continuing with the motion as he narrows his eyes at the angel - ex angel, last he knew - across the table from him.]

Gabriel.

[The name dragged out slow around the sneer John's mouth shapes into. Not a face he's been expecting to see, here or elsewhere. On some low, dark level, he'd been hoping Gabriel would be sucked into the meat grinder of humanity and spat out the other side, and never be a problem he had to deal with again.]

Did you crawl down here to hide?

[Could heaven's gaze pierce through the crust of a fairy mound? Lucifer's? John isn't sure if that's a terrifying or liberating thought.]

Pfah. Middle-Earth, Dale, Erebor.

[ Draco repeats the names at a ill-concealed mutter, then snorts and raises a front claw to wave them off, as if they mean nothing. Which is true enough, to him. He does not know these places, much less what dragons may have harassed them. ]

I know those places even less than I know this one! I am a dragon of the north, that much is true, but I hail from the lands of Avalon. From Albion and Britannia and any other name it might be that man calls it these days.

[ He had stopped caring after a time, as man calls places many things over time. ]

Tell me. [ He settles his claw back down on the ground and once again narrows his eyes. ] Is your kind wholly good? Every last one that has ever been?

[Janine partially unfolds her flight fingers and tucks them back against herself again.]

:Everywhere's unfriendly. Some places just don't bother lying about it so much. Don't you think, Rusty?:

[She has a tendency to give everything nicknames.]

[ That he keeps landing places already occupied makes him begin to doubt his eye sight! Not that it matters much, as he has never, in his life, faced a threat from a woman. More like that they always knew he was no threat, though, and perhaps he should take one so armed and cocky with some seriousness. There is something strange about her.

Still, when he turns towards her voice and eyes her, her banter receives an ill-amused huff in reply. ]

Of course! Mutton is a very important foodstuff to worry about.

[ Immensely important, at that! Especially when one doesn't care to go gallivanting after something more clued in to avoiding large shadows from above. ]

And no, I am not. [ She does get points for figuring that part out on her own. ] I take it your Skyrim has dragons, then, if you are asking me such a thing?

[Click. The cigarette burns, and she takes the first drag, sliding the lighter back to its rightful owner. Smoke escapes through her lips, and she tips up her chin. Mathilda's eyes never leave Effy. Maybe that's a little unnerving, maybe it isn't. The girl doesn't seem to care either way.]

You think this is really fucked up too, don't you.

[Not really the answer Deucalion wanted to hear, but he turns enough to be better facing the source of the voice, willing to appreciate the attempt at assistance either way.]

Not particularly. I've always found it a little too bitter for my tastes.

[It's a wonder he doesn't wrinkle his nose as he says it, really - the impression's still there in his tone.]

I can't say I completely trust the fairies not to deliver something more potent than earl grey.

[Which is open enough to mean anything potentially poisonous. Deuc isn't putting it past the fairies not to think it's hilarious to give a werewolf wolfsbane tea.]

[ this place really was unlike anything he'd really seen before. well, in real life, anyway. this sort of place was straight out of some stupid hollywood blockbuster and he was having a teensy bit of trouble wanting to believe it.

quite frankly, he was tired of the whole different realm, different world, different dimension, different multiverse sort of deal. if he was honest about it (which, this? he probably wouldn't be), tommy would admit to some anxiousness about being here. just a tiny bit. so much it's negligible. so he would say.

the station, at least, is a small comfort. a tiny solace in an otherwise annoying situation. at least there's familiarity here. he snags a coffee (not his first choice, but whatever) and a table, watching people for just a little while. eventually he glances over to his side, brows raised and thumb jerking toward the entrance. ]

This place is some sort of joke, right?

[No service, that's what his cell kept saving. No signal, no service. For the amount of stolen funds he used to buy the damn thing it should at least have some kind of consistency. This happened more often than he was comfortable with, but it didn't surprise him. Usually when they were dealing with the supernatural all the technology was on the fritz. This was nothing new.

After taking a walk around town and doing some study up when it came to his new cage and the things that called this place home, Dean strolls into the techno-joint. A scowl pretty firmly planted on his face. At least it was something. It could be a lot worse. They could be dealing with things being a lot more medieval.

He was hungry, but he didn't trust the food, and he was getting by on drinking from his flask but it wasn't enough. Growing men had to eat. For the first time he couldn't fondly recall his last meal. It sucked.

Holy shit. Yeah, it doesn't take long for Dean to catch Sam outta his peripheral. First it was the cliche'd boy band hair and he had to look. It was their luck that they'd wind up here together.

Without a word Dean slips into the seat next to Sam. The last thing he needs is to draw attention to their relationship. Not when he's not sure what the stakes in this place are.]

Find anything, Sherlock? Sure, this is up our alley- but it's never been this bad before. It's got me wondering who we pissed off this time, and what we gotta do to make a jail break.

[Dean makes sure to keep his voice low. The last thing either of them need is to stick out like sore thumbs or have what they do for a living in the public eye. They'd cover more ground keeping it to themselves.]

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[ belatedly, tommy would think she's hard to miss. what with... all the hair and everything. like she's some sort of rapunzel. then he would want to one hundred percent punch himself right in the face for actually even thinking that and comparing her to it.

but. that'll come later.

because right now, he's not really paying attention either—something, and he'll never say what it was, caught his attention and he turned the other way—and bumps into her just as she bumps into him. ]

Crap. [ there's a small stumble, his hand reaching out to make any attempt to keep them both steady. ] Sorry. You okay?

[ she really should, but korra's the type of person to kick in a door when someone tells her to be careful, so really it's a lose-lose situation with her sometimes.

but aang's voice breaks her out of her thoughts with a hard jolt to her stomach, and she quickly extinguishes the flame and drops the hand holding the map to her side. someone else who knows about bending? while that's not exactly the best thing she could ask for (having her friends here with her would be the best thing, let's be honest, because they could all work together to figure this out), at least she's not alone. ]

It's okay. You know what— [ and then she's caught with her breath in her throat when her blue eyes fall on the kid. ] —Aang?

[ there's no mistaking him at all, even if he's a twelve year old, and not the man who gave back her bending.

oh no, is she in the spirit world? korra hadn't even considered it, given that this universe looked vastly different than anything she was used to, but if aang's here, then...? who even knows. and now she feels her stomach sink like a rock, right to the base of her feet. ]

[ hiding a panic isn't the easiest thing in the world to do. it's better to go some place alone, get it out of your system, then present a fresh face like you know what the hell you're doing. not that tommy would ever do anything like that, don't be absurd.

nevertheless, it's fairly easy to spot the signs when someone else is having a problem. it's the repeated words that actually draw his attention and then he just quietly observes for a few moments before throwing any caution to the wind and moving closer to her. ]

Do you always make a habit of talking to yourself? Or is this just a special occasion?

[ what? it's totally normal and smooth to open with a joke. ]

[ in some ways, tommy feels the same way. adventure is great. being snatched from his own world and into one where he's put in a crappy situation... not so much. but, he'll make do with what he's got. because he's got to and tommy really isn't one to roll over and let anyone walk all over him.

so, he's keeping that guard up beneath the surface of smiles, sarcasm and jokes. undetectable, he thinks. and that's enough.

he's had his fill of the feast, for now, and wants to go stretch his legs, so to speak. his head is down—for just a moment, there was one last piece of bread in his hand that he shoved so gentlemanly into his mouth—and his shoulder collides with another solid body.

a muffled noise is started, intending to be a word, but he chokes. then coughs. this could be going better. ]

Sorry— [ a smile is given, charming as he can muster. which, btw, is quite charming. ] Didn't knock anything lose, did I?

[One such person Alina would encounter would be a young maid. The girl couldn't be any older than 13 at most, but there was something obviously off about her. Aside from the fact that a good portion of her back seemed to be missing and instead replaced with spine, ribs, and blue flames. Of course there's something off about anyone who looks half dead and yet seems...bored.]

A bit unnecessary, if you ask me. [Then again she's not exactly the best person to ask about this sort of thing. Parties don't interest her and...yeah she can't eat either. That requires a stomach.]

[ Armed and cocky was perhaps the most accurate of observations to be made; fair enough it would be to say that that was as complicated as it got most days (most, but not all). ]

It does. [ A rise of her brow, and that subtle arrogance persists in the tilt to her head and the wry twist of her mouth, overshadowed only by growing interest (pervading questions, and a lure of potential knowledge). But for that, she must humble her pride. ] Though a different sort. Ones that are more eager to fight than talk.

[ A part of her hates how she has to crane her neck up to look to him; each time a dragon is met the reminder is there. How she is bound to a body that would never see the world as only a dovah can. When she speaks, her tone is tinted with a slight sort of envy. ] What have you seen, up from that sky of theirs?

[At first, Aang thinks her reaction is because of said unfortunate implications, and maybe she was ashamed to be displaying firebending when there was such a stigma on it due to the war, but then she says his name.]

Um...

[Aang looks her up and down, confirms that no, he does not recognize her, and backs up just a little in case she's one of the many people trying to hunt him down.]

Do we know each other?

[ for a moment, korra's jaw doesn't seem to work and she tries to form words but they just don't come, not the way she wants them to. so she snaps her mouth shut and knits her eyebrows together. howwww is she going to explain this? by all accounts it doesn't make sense. ]

Well, yeah, sort of! [ wait. ] I mean—I know you. [ it would make sense he'd have no inkling of who she is, given that she doesn't know what form the avatar will take in the next cycle. the best way to explain the situation is to just tell the truth, no matter how weird or awkward it is, right? ] I'm... the next avatar.

[ wow not even thinking of what unfortunate implications there could be in that statement. A+ korra. ]

[ the woods haven't exactly been fenris' first go-to place for relaxation. and yet, today, he embarks there out of almost necessity. things are turbulent at best back in kirkwall—they are all upon the brink of something that sits stale and stagnant in the air, choking anyone with each breath. and to be dragged here, to a fight he has nothing to do with, nothing on either side to care for...

it is too much to stand and he doesn't like it.

there is a quiet comfort within the forest that fenris needs. first and foremost, and perhaps the most important point of all: there will be no one around. and that is what he needs. the silence and solitude so he can think. it's laughable, really, that he is finally free completely, only to find himself ensnared once more, forced into something he wants no part of.

this just stands to reason that no man will ever be truly free.

a large greatsword is strapped to his back, nearly the size of himself and gleaming in stray beams of sunlight. his footsteps are near silent out of years practice at not making a sound rather than attempting to sneak up on anyone. he hears the shifting of a body, the nocking of the arrow—a sound he knows so well now from sebastian—and the voice.

fenris slows his steps, but never stops, not until the owner of voice and arrow alike are within his proper vision. his posture is slightly slumped; at first glance he gives no sign of being a feral beast. a slow blink as he looks from the point of the arrow to the face of the man.

no. elf.

at the very least, he doesn't appear to be dalish. a plus. ]

At ease. I mean no harm nor disruption.

[If asked, Beleg will answer truthfully that he has never talked to psychic ptesoaurs, much less seen one. Beleg's pose relaxes minutely, but his hand remains on the hilt of his sword as Janine continues 'speaking'.]

I have never seen or heard of such a thing. [There was a puzzled look in his eyes at the unfamiliar terms being thrown at him. Beleg also looks a bit distracted, hearing both pterosaur noises and a clear voice coming from the same body at the same time.]

Uh... huh...

[Yeah, he's just assuming she's crazy. He's pretty sure he's not dead yet, and if he is (oh please say he isn't because otherwise chances of defeating the Fire Lord before the comet are gone), he's certainly not been dead long enough for a teenage Avatar to be around.

Back away slowly, Aang. Back away slowly and don't make sudden movements. And try not to pass out because your back has been completely messed up.]

That's really nice. I'm just going to go... over there... to do past Avatar stuff...

[ feasts, festivals, parties, whatever aren't exactly fenris' idea of a great time. there are a dozen other places he could think to be that wouldn't have him so ill at ease. the very idea of nobility and upperclass bother him. there's a rigidity to his frame, making him look like a tiger crouched and ready to strike at any given moment.

strangely, maybe (except not really), he's thankful to at least have his weapon handy. not that he suspects he'll need it, but he knows the picture it makes. at least it will ward off any untoward greetings.

...except one, apparently. fenris has a bottle of wine clasped between the fingers of one hand (he nicked it from somewhere, don't worry about it) and drinks straight from it instead of using a glass. old habits. his lips curl into a slight sneer, for once not intending to be actually that. he's trying to appear at ease. ]

It's too much for show. [ he takes a pull from the bottle before glancing over. ] And they have poor choices for wine.

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