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!

Comments

[counterbalanced]

I have always been logical. [Edmund replies to his sister, his smile small. The magic of Narnia still clings to him, allowing him to remember his life as a king, and not just as an adult.]

Do you think Aslan will come once he knows what's happened to us?

[marksqueen]

He may come, but we shouldn't put our hopes in it. We need to find a way to figure it out on our own.

[floreatlibertas]

I imagine fairies couldn't be bothered to care about human etiquette, what with their habit of stealing babies and the like.

[ thought he quirk of his mouth doesn't leave, Jas watches his face shrewdly as his companion chews and swallows, never looking away even as he takes the apple back from his hand. when no immediate ill befalls his friend, only then does he take a bite for the apple himself. he then leans his elbow on the table. ]

[lightcatcher]

[Focused he might be, but his guard down he has not, and when the paints draw closer, he looks up sharply, the device switching to his left hand as he frees the right for his sword, no clear intention displayed but wary, not displaying an intent to draw the blade but ready to do so.

Something drawing in on him, and in this place where judging and interpreting events is harder due to how new many things still are, he simply is more careful, even if he can feel no threat in the approaching ...person?

Seeing Janine gives him pause. Yavanna were you high.]

[maned]

[ The sheer size of him as he approaches ought to clue her in that he is no ordinary lion, along with the half-smile that plays around his muzzle and in his golden eyes. ]

I have, but I don't mind. Well met and good evening, my lady. I am Aslan.

[maned]

You are no less capable without them, Susan. There will be other bows. Other opportunities to help others and yourself.

<3!

[maned]

Edmund.

[ There's warmth in his voice and the breath which pours over the boy, this king of Narnia. Very pleased is Aslan to see him. ]

Rise and walk with me awhile. The night is young and the revellers deeply at their business.

hi

[floreatlibertas]

[ James narrows his eyes, just a fraction. he isn't actively suspicious of everyone he comes across, but neither is he the most compassion of boys— and it just happens that this man stopped directly in his path. a quick once over tells him what he needs to know, that this fellow is disabled in some way, and he paces to the left to lean in front of him just slightly.

and then he waves a hand in front of his face.

far enough away, mind, that the breeze of his hand wouldn't sweep passed his nose, but it certainly isn't polite. then he straightens, and his hands find his hips. he's English, at least, which is something. ]

It isn't easy, one would think nobody here had a civilized bone in their bodies the way they crowd about for this awful stuff.

[ the man can't see him, but James gestures widely to the coffee shop regardless. it's mostly for himself. ]

Lucky for you I'm searching for one myself.

[marksqueen]

I know. I just... I wish I had them, that's all. I'd feel better about this place if I did.

Tauriel | The Hobbit (Film)

[daughteroftheforest]

Tauriel moves amongst the other guests quietly, silently for the most part. She is not unfamiliar with such luxuries as offered, but the nature of the merriment here is far, far different from home.

She's curious enough though, for her youthful and scant six hundred years, to want to take in the sights, the strange clothes, and the interactions of those around her.

[lightcatcher]

I do indeed.

[It required time and a good deal of deliberations, but at this point he has decided that being here is actually not even a detour, it's just a different path. And he can even laugh at how terribly his sudden absence must confuse the Valar.

Not that he appreciates the way in which he was brought here at all, or some of the other circumstances. But so it is.]

I take it that you came alone to those parts?

[sublimity]

[Peter had only half glanced at the Terminator when he had asked, distracted by the possibility he could miss anyone he knew if he took his eyes away from the merriment. He looks back when his question is answered, only to double take at the bloody state of the Terminator, and immediately focuses on him.]

By Aslan's mane, you ought to see a healer!

[His arms are raised on instinct, as if to catch the injured man (?) if he fell.

He isn't sure what to make of the glowing red eye or the exposed bits of metal. Certainly this person isn't human, perhaps of magical origin, though Peter has never seen such a being. In a strange way, he is reminded of his original world, though he doesn't really consider the thought since nothing is so advanced from there.]

[pterosaur]

She'd made a great quantity of a nice strong purple-red and started by painting a circle around him set well back at around the same distance she'd kept when she'd walked around him. Then, another circle a little farther in, and the space between had been decorated with meaningless lines and shapes. Sometimes Janine held her brush in her beak, sometimes in her large, rough wing-hands.

After that had come lines and shapes and instead of circles great triangles and rectangles, sharp-edged jagged things as the whim and the itch took her, drawing closer and closer. It's monochrome art, rough and primitive against the flagstones, but not without appeal. She left herself paths towards the center to walk on, clear places like the spokes of a wheel.

Honestly she's surprised when, pushing a line towards him at the tip of her beak, he finally notices. For a moment she freezes, head down, and just blinks her milky horizontal eyelids. Then she draws her great head up and throws the brush out to the side with a flick. Her 'voice' is young - she's barely a teenager - and entirely too casual for someone who's been caught scrawling giant designs around someone.]

:Hi.:

[sublimity]

[He whips around, relief spelt clearly all over his countenance. After taking a very brief moment to see she's in one piece, he practically runs the rest of the distance between them to lift her up into a hug.]

Su! Su, you're all right!

[It's almost like a visible burden has been lifted from his shoulders when he hears about their younger siblings, though confusion is clear when he doesn't see them around.]

Where are they?

[He has no doubt in Susan's words, but there's something to be said about seeing them with his own eyes.]

[sublimity]

[He laughs, relief and joy clear to all as he gathers his little brother into a hug (and ignoring any protests said little brother might have).]

Ed, you twit! How long have you been watching? Honestly, didn't think to put me out of my misery, did you?

[sublimity]

[Peter became aware of the peaky looking boy as he scanned the crowd for others he knew. It is only when said pasty boy flops over in a dead sleep he becomes alarmed and stops his search to rush over, concern creasing his brow as he eyes the prone body.]

Sir, are you all right?

[He gingerly shakes him while muttering to himself.]

By Aslan, tell me you didn't eat any of the fairy food.

[marksqueen]

They're close by, don't worry. But Peter... something's a bit odd. When I saw Lucy, she looked taller. Like she grew up since we left Narnia.

[this is weird and illogical. She is confused]

[unneeded]

[He didn't. He's long in waking, though, and feebly swats away Peter's hand.]

Don' touch me.

[Geez. Dr Hepplewhite used to let him sleep for hours after a fit. What's this kid got a problem with?]

[unneeded]

[He manages not to ask "army or navy?" for purposes of scorekeeping.]

Bad luck, [he says with sympathy.] Things must've got busy at home.

[marksqueen]

Yes... quite busy. It was a hard time. But now we're going to school, so things are getting better.

[foreshadowing]

What about those of us that aren't babies?

[ He knows Jas is watching him. But the thought that his friend would be waiting- wanting to see what (if anything) will happen before he too takes a bite- simply doesn't occur to him.

Jolly Roger always has been a loyalist.
He's also still eyeing that cake. ]

Is that where the war part comes in? I hadn't really been listening I'm afraid. It was all rather distracting.

[unneeded]

Did your father come back?

[marksqueen]

Yes, he did. We were all very happy to see him.

[unneeded]

What does he do for work now the war's over?

[marksqueen]

[the mu doesn't know so let's just handwave this question shall we] You're awfully curious about my family.