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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[floreatlibertas]

Mn— [ he's stopped truly paying attention to the state of whether they should or should not eat any of the food, munching on the apple and ignoring the fact that Jolly is eyeing the cake like a particularly delectable sweetie. he swallows, politely, before speaking. ] In part. We've been spirited away to fight in the war. The Seelie and Unseelie are at one another's throats and apparently don't have enough of their own to wage their battles.

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili has no real idea how he's got here or what exactly he's doing here. The wound in his leg has somehow miraculously healed itself, though last he knew, he was feverish and delirious, seeing things and people that couldn't possibly be there.

He catches a glimpse of her from across the crowd and surges to his feet, heart beating fast against his ribs.

It's her.]

Tauriel!

screeches excitedly at

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili's wandering, his senses overextended, heart beating fast. He's lost, confused. Is he dreaming? Quite possibly. There's no more pain in his leg, not even the slightest sign of an injury. Fever dream, most likely.

His heart leaps at a familiar face, dream or no, and Kili beams, rushing towards the hobbit with all the grace of a clumsy elephant.]

Bilbo!

Nita Callahan | Young Wizards

[inlifesname]

[Nita sits quietly at the feast, taking everything in. This isn't the first time that she's had dealings with Sidhe, but this is all very different from her previous experiences.

She hasn't touched her food.

Pensively, she traces the rim of her cup with her finger and leans over to the person sitting next to her.]

What do you think of all this?

kili | the hobbit | desolation of smaug canon point

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili eats like he's starving.

To be fair, the company hasn't exactly been having seven course meals beside a roaring fire. There was a while there where they very nearly starved and he's been so hungry.

Granted, he's quite sure this is all a dream. How he came here, he doesn't remember. His last memories are vague and confused. Pain. A hand in his, a damp cloth on his forehead, a star in physical form... He's been ill, very, very ill, and now he's in perfect health. It has to be a dream.

Still, he'll enjoy it while he can. No harm can come of it, right?]

[daughteroftheforest]

[She hears the sound of her name and turns toward it. Kili is walking without pain, an his smile is full, and that pleases her no end. Her tone is warm when she greets him.]

Kili. How long have we been here, do you know?

[unneeded]

[Kennedy shrugs.] Just wondering. It's hard for a military man to get by without a war, is all.

[A rather awkward way of being concerned about her, and it's clear he's a bit embarrassed, but he means well.]

[kilimanjaro]

[Her question catches him off guard and he pauses a moment, glancing about the room.]

This place can't be real, can it?

[Come on, seriously? It's more likely he's dead.]

[sublimity]

Do you think the fairies gave her a growth spurt to spite Ed?

[Joking aside, he certainly can't stop worrying, not with the way they all likely arrived (kidnapped by little imps and fairies of all things!), and the fact that they came separately. It doesn't seem right.]

That is a bit queer, isn't it? Is her height the only thing that has changed? Nothing's the matter otherwise?

[There's a pause as he mulls over whether he wants to give voice to his thoughts. The last time he doubted...]

Su...Do you think we have been sent here by Aslan?

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[ninedown]

I wouldn't trust those things near my fur, were I you.

[ Saash is perched up higher than the floor, along one of those long, empty corridors that make up the castle now that most all are at the feast, up on a window sill. Like any other cat, the noise and crowd of the celebration mostly offended her, so she left.

She hadn't expected to find a lion out here, though.

But then, land full of fairy tales. Should she really be surprised? ]

[ninedown]

I think 'all this' is incredibly stupid.

[ One could question Nita's inclination to lean over and talk to the cat sitting next to her, but Saash certainly wouldn't. She'd come over to plop down on the chair next to her for plenty of good reasons and the likelihood of conversation actually was one of those (for once). ]

[sangilak]

[ korra hesitates for a moment (if only because she has to take said moment to process this and maybe punch the air in excitement—just think of all the things she can pick up from aang that she didn't have the chance to before she lost... ah, well, let's not think about that, it's going to put a damper on the whole "excitement" thing) before following after aang. she stays a few steps behind him, keeping her eyes out for the garden when she finally figures out what feels so off about aang's movements.

she never learned from past lives, but having katara for a teacher taught her a lot about aang that she was sure she'd never pick up otherwise, and really—what bender worth their chi doesn't know the story about how aang supposedly died in the war?

things suddenly make a bit more sense to korra with regards to aang's reaction. had she met aang a few months earlier on her timeline, nothing would have stopped her from asking about it, but now... maybe she should wait for a better time to bring it up. ]

Hey.

[ she speaks up, voice clear despite the thoughts bubbling in her head. her footfalls have come to a stop at the mouth of a separate hall, one that has a short pathway to the garden. ]

This way.

[actually112]

[Had Aang been looking at her and not in a dazed stupor, he would have laughed. Instead, he doesn't notice her reaction to him, instead wrapped up in his own shock and nervousness. He doesn't know if he wants her to be telling the truth or not. On one hand, he's not sure if he's ready to face the next Avatar, someone who comes along after he's dead and gone, but on the other hand... being the Avatar is lonely. He's always wished that he could know someone else who could fathom the immense pressure, but Roku is the closest thing he's ever had.

Then when she talks, he shakes himself out of his stupor and gives her a small smile. It's just a shadow of what it usually is, but it's still genuine.]

What's your name? You kind of have me at a disadvantage.

[unabatedly]

[My, what big teeth he has. Well. She gives him a gentle smile.]

I am called Neria. It is a pleasure to meet you, Aslan. You're the most remarkable thing I've seen here.

[And that's saying something, considering.]

You were drawn here by the faeries as well, I take it?

[decked]

A little, yeah.

[a beat,]

A cane and a dagger.

[the only person he's seen with a dagger is a woman he'd spoken to earlier -- blonde and pretty -- but not a man.]

Nope. Can't help you there, either.

[sublimity]

[Did you drink too much, Archie? :| Not that you smell like alcohol.

He sighs and ignores the swat. Normally he'd leave Archie where he is, given how familiar he is with feasts, but with the strange circumstances and the way the other boy looks...

He shakes him again, ready to dodge any flying limbs that may come his way.]

You ought to find a proper bed at least.

[Archie doesn't look poisoned, though who knows how fairy magic works.]

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[sangilak]

[ the second the question is posed to her, korra cringes in a fairly comedic fashion. teeth bared and shoulders tense, her fingers curl and she lets out a frustrated augh! even though she hadn't connected with aang on a spiritual level that often, korra had sort of taken for granted that he knew her name instinctively, so of course she would completely forget now of all times to introduce herself. ]

[sangilak]

[ almost immediately she relaxes, though her laugh is awkward. ]

Haha... Sorry about that. It completely slipped my mind.

[ awkwardly rubbing the back of her head before she stands up straight, giving him a grin that's all-too familiar. ]

It's Korra.

[acceleratings]

[ in a way, tommy can understand. he doesn't really like sitting idle. if there's something to do, he'd prefer to be doing that. not... that he can say he'd appreciate burying bodies of probation workers or anything. that sounds like a real drag. but, to each their own. or whatever.

his eyes flicker over her for a moment—what? she's probably around his age and she's cute. there's nothing wrong with looking. ]

Nah. Their sense of humor seems pretty crap, if you ask me. [ he shrugs, leaning back in his chair ] I'd say it can't be all bad, but pep talks really aren't my thing.

[ after a moment, he does offer a smile ] Guess it can't hurt to make a bad situation good. Or as good as we can. I'm Tommy, by the way.

[unneeded]

Pff. [It's a weak laugh, actually. Proper bed. Sailors don't sleep in proper beds. There's not a proper bed anywhere on board...

Kennedy cracks open an eye. He's still sensitive to light. And the bit about being led to fairyland was not a dream. Stories said nothing about sleeping in fairy beds, as far as he remembers, and a proper bed is sounding really, really good.]

They have beds in Elfhame?

[acceleratings]

[ it is too crowded, which is saying something if tommy thinks so. maybe it's just the fact that this whole situation is eternally screwed up that has his patience running a little thin. but, he needed some air, too. he'd never admit it, even under threat of torture, but he maybe missed being back with everyone. and now he was spirited away with nary a familiar face.

kind of annoying.

whatever. anyway. out of the corner of his eye he sees the girl stumble—whether by her own design or not, it doesn't matter—and in an instant he's closer, making sure she doesn't fall. that would totally be a terrible thing. (funny, maybe, but terrible.) ]

Some people, right? [ his lips twitch up in a small smile. ] You okay?

[acceleratings]

[ oh. how cute. well, sort of. it's not that he meant to make her feel bad about what she was doing or anything—just a conversation starter, a way to break the ice. she seems to take it well enough, and that's what matters.

he takes her hand for just a moment with a bright grin. ]

Tommy Shepherd.

[ then he lets go, rocking back on the heels of his feet. silently, he regards her for a moment, then it's followed by an almost nonchalant sort of shrug. ]

I don't know if I'd say bad. Someone I know does it constantly for his spells.

fenris!

[laat]

[ She hears another's approach, her ears catching the soft set of his feet, or the rustle of his armor. Light-footed, as she had only noticed him when he was within a distance that could be breached by a sweep of a greatsword and she nearly scowls as her awareness still dips and wavers.] And what look would that be?

[ But she studies him, a quick sort of thing, lines of his armor, his face (those markings) traced by sharp, curious eyes that are neither kind nor cruel. More deciding whether he was an immediate threat, rather than passing judgement. She had seen many mer before, though none such as him. But her curiosity on the matter of him would have to wait as she notes the offered flute of the light liquid, little bubbles dancing and dazzling and the first thing she thinks is that she's never seen a drink like that before.

She takes the glass with the slightest of nods, if only for some semblance of manners. Or because it gives something for her to do. ] This would be from their feast? Celebrating their newly acquired precious commodities. [ The last is nearly spat out, as though the insult still burns hot against her flesh. No feast or drink would soften the blow her pride had felt. She already had a purpose; they did not need to assign her another. ]

[sublimity]

What else would they put in bed-chambers?

[He reaches over to gently prop Archie up, relieved by the interest in moving away from the table.]

Do you recall where your room is?

hi :3 :3

[scission]

[There's a faint lift of Deucalion's eyebrow at the various shifts in scent and sound that indicate what's going on beside him - in front of him, at one point. Very rude, to be taking advantage of his lack of sight to get away with an act like that, but then, letting people think they can take advantage is exactly why Deucalion keeps his behaviour so limited.

That and that flashing red eyes at everyone might cause something of a stir. Even here, and he'd rather stick to how he usually deals with interacting with the general public, at least until he's settled.

His tone still comes a touch dry when he replies, only ever really inclined to mask his disdain in subtleties and good manners rather than remove it outright.]

It would be luckier if you'd found some. [A beat, and a slight tip of his head.] Unless you don't intend to share.