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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[firith]

You have met ungracious kings, I fear, Guinevere.

[ A small smile touches his lips. He moves forward fluidly, a hand sliding over the stone balcony as he looks over the side, inevitably drawn far off across the meadows and, further, beyond the Greenwood. ]

It is not. My realm in Middle-Earth is not so fair as this, nor do the trees speak of peace and comfort as they do in yonder wood. They are sickly and wearied in Mirkwood; I find Glaschu a balm. [ A glance. ] What of the lands from whence you hail?

[braverys]

I know. It's very hard to describe a person, though, don't you think?

[ Belle sighs, looking a little petulant and put out by it all before she shakes her head and straightens. ]

There might be another man - taller than me with brownish-silver hair, well-dressed in a suit with a cane. He might have a dagger with him? He's older than the both of us, as well, if that helps at all.

[braverys]

[ Deflating a little, Belle smooths down her dress and tries not to let on just how out of sorts she really is with the situation. ]

Yes, I think so. There were quite a few of us, actually, and I can't find a single one of them.

[pterosaur]

:Exactly. Only make it a napkin, and get something more filling. As long as it's not something with enough grease to soak through.:

[As the daughter of a bed-and-breakfast owner who was expected to get and keep rooms clean, Janine has a certain disdain for that kind of mess.]

[firith]

[ A cheerful boy, he surmises. It's a nice change from the suspicion of others, regarding the castle. For his part, Thranduil senses nothing ill or evil in these halls. ]

I hope very much that you do not. Your friends will undoubtedly wait for you, if that is the reason for such haste.

[firith]

If you but name them, I will assist you in finding those you seek.

[ Poor child, so dejected. It wouldn't be right to ignore her downcast mood. ]

[firith]

[ He can believe that. Staffs, wands; it seems every magically inclined person has something of the sort and though Hermione clearly isn't of the same race as the Maiar, there are still comparisons to be drawn. ]

My heart is gladdened for you, that you have been allowed to keep yours close.

[marksqueen]

When did you get to be the logical one? [she says it playfully enough, though there is also pride. She's so glad she's not the only one]

But you're right. We have to be careful until we can find a way out of here.

[marksqueen]

My father was called into battle. [and the teasing fails miserably]

Re: Fenris | DA2

[knavishness]

Will wipes his mouth with the back of his jacket sleeve with a frown. Trust him to make a fool of himself right off.

"Thanks, mate." Despite the thanks he's still frowning over the loss of his drink as he took the empty glass back. It wasn't like there was a lack of alcohol around. "Might want to easy up on that."

[marksqueen]

[speaking of a girl wearing similar garb, have a younger sister coming your way]

Peter. It's all right, we're all together. Edmund and Lucy are around here somewhere.

[counterbalanced]

[The accent places the man somewhere in Britain, which makes it a little easier for Edmund.]

Does the term electricity sound familiar to you?

/internal keysmashing also option 1

[marksqueen]

[Aslan. She thought she said goodbye to him in Narnia, but here he is again, as big as she remembered. Susan notes the fact that she can see him right away, which honestly is a bit of a relief to her after all that uncertainty earlier. And him being here means he can explain everything and send her and her siblings back home.

She approaches him, curtseying. Note how she is still in her Narnian clothes, Aslan]

Aslan.

Re: Fenris | DA2

[restandbegrateful]

"Why would anyone want to endure this mage-madness sober?" snarled Fenris, softly, in a drunk-muddled rage. He snatched two glasses from another passing tray, shoving one at the other man; his roughness sent a few others clattering to the floor, the crystal thin enough that it only chimed before it was broken still further by passing feet.

He took no heed, downing one glass as quick as he had the one he'd stolen from Will. "Likely we're just... in the Fade. And when our bodies wake, this will just be a dream." He squinted mistrustfully at Will, then, mouth twisting.

"Maybe you're the demon responsible?"

[maned]

Dear One.

[ He pauses when she approaches, something of a surprised smile in his tone; his senses are somewhat dampened here and he cannot tell where the children are, if they are here at all. Strange. That she is still wearing Narnian clothing is ... curious, for the moment. ]

Come closer, Susan. You need not keep your distance from me.

[marksqueen]

[the fact that he seems surprised to see her does not put her at ease. Before, he's always seemed to be aware of things and have a plan. Still, he's said before that nothing happens the same way twice. Maybe even he can be surprised.

Obediently she approaches him, looking deep into his eyes. Feeling his wildness and kindness, and she boldly rests her hand in his mane]

I didn't think I would ever see you again.

Bloody Marie | Skullgirls | This time without accidently pressing the submit button

[cleansweeps]

( 3 )

[The Desolate Lands aren't exactly the place where one goes for a vacation. If one is here, chances are they're in several pieces, are about to be split into several pieces, or are trying to avoid such a fate. Yet walking along a path of her own choosing is a young girl. A blue flame burns brightly behind her, peaking out from her exposed spine and rib cage behind what remains of her maid uniform.

Despite the unpleasantness of her surroundings, what with bones lying about and the fact that everything looks more or less the same, the young girl looks calm. As this was the dumping grounds for the remains of creatures of all shapes and sizes, it was the perfect place for someone like her. A Skullgirl was strong on her own, yes, but amassing an army of bone was where her true power could shine.]

...here.

[She stops her walk abruptly; arms raised high in the air.]

Arise, slaves. Heed my call and do my bidding.

[Slowly, she begins to float in the air. Glowing blue nerve-like protrusions expand out from her back, crackling with electricity. Bones in the surrounding area begin to rise up and swarm around her, in particular three large skulls that can't be human. A bit further away several more complete skeletons stand at attention. A small smile starts to creep up her face, but it fades soon enough once she notices she isn't alone. Hence why her and her parade of bones turn to the source of their unexpected company. She makes no move to attack, however.]

[knavishness]

"Could be fairy touched." Not that Will cared all that much about what fairies did. It was doubtful their magic could do too much to him in his current state.

Still, better not to test that theory just yet. He slowly sipped the drink as he thought about those nice, cold beers he'd enjoyed only days ago.

"I've got no idea what the Fade is, but I'm pretty sure we're all awake here." He frowned at the man. "No need to go blaming innocent people for this mess."

[maned]

Did I not say that you would come to know me by another name? I have never left you, Susan. Not for a moment.

[ His presence is enough to soothe the wild creatures here, evidenced as fairies calm down twicefold where they have flown away to the rafters with Susan's approach. Yet Aslan himself, though pleased to see her, is troubled. ]

Walk with me awhile, we must talk. Should you find your brothers and sister, you will need to instruct them, also.

[marksqueen]

[she bites her lip. But that's exactly how it felt when he told her that she and Peter couldn't come back to Narnia. She takes a breath, her fingers tightening in his mane. Holding onto him just as she did during that night walk to the Stone Table]

I will do my best, Aslan. Just tell me what to say.

[maned]

[ She is more than welcome to stay close. It is where he wants her. ]

I am much diminished, Susan. Where once I saw great leagues, far across the waves, now I am sundered too, just as you are. There is a land away north where dark creatures roam, ruled by a High-Queen, and I do not believe her mercy toward those she houses in her domain is true. I have been there this night, I have walked unseen through her husband's home. It is not a place for wholesome creatures and many there yet are.

[ Concern paints his pensive words, soft in their emphasis. ]

There is a deep and ancient magic in this land, one that even I cannot overrule. You must be careful, Dear Heart, and so must your family. Careful and brave twicefold, more than you ever were during all your trials in Narnia.

[restandbegrateful]

"I don't believe in innocent people," murmurs Fenris, over the rim of the glass he holds, dark eyes flitting around the strange, glittering elegance of the gala. He looks utterly and absurdly out of place-- an elf slightly short by human standards, in piecemeal armor, bare feet. He shifted uneasily where he stood, was always looking about, over his shoulder... like a wild animal uncertain of his territory.

"I... can't tell if it's drunk or dream. And I can't find Hawke, who'd know what..." What to do. He swallowed thickly, looking into the fluted glass for a moment before staring hard back up at Will. "Where are you from? The Free Marches? Ferelden? You have... something like that accent."

excuse u, roxas...!!!!

[somethingprecious]

[It doesn't click right away that someone is talking to him since, well, he isn't a child, but the following silence that accompanies most unanswered questions has him look up anyways to the young man. Teen.

If possible Bilbo's frown only deepens as he realizes that unfortunately there will always be someone mistaking him for a child. He wrinkles his nose.]

Assuming you are speaking to me I will tell you I am not a child. [Bilbo straightens up some, sniffing.] ... But yes, I- I am quite fine. [A small lie.]

[marksqueen]

[as he speaks it becomes clear to Susan that he had nothing to do with her or her siblings arriving in this land. Whatever magic is at work here, it is something beyond him. And that really makes her nervous. Yet she and her siblings and Aslan are all here. Surely that must mean something?

She thinks about what she knows of fairies. She was never given into fantasy, but she did learn a bit while she was a queen in Narnia]

We will be, Aslan. We always manage to keep each other safe.

1. Minkao Aino ღ BSSM/Sailor V

[ofloveandbeauty]

[Despite the festivities, Minako can't help but feel a wariness as she watches the celebrations. A glass offered to her had been set aside carefully, something tells her it would not be a good idea to simply trust anything given to her so freely.

She had been looking forward to enjoying a hard won peace with everyone back home, pursing their dreams together on Earth. But she was a soldier, if she had to fight alone here then she be strong so she could be reunited with everyone again.

It's crowded so she has to push her way outside for some fresh air, nearly tripping as she does so but she managed to recover quickly instead of landing on her face.]

Hey, you should watch where you're going!