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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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[ Pentecost had removed his peacoat, setting it neatly over the ornate back of his chair. Had pinched back his sleeves a little, broad shoulders tense beneath the military dress uniform. The bars set into his collar and marching across his left breast glittered with each slightest movement; of which there was little. It's a moment before he replies to the small voice beside him. ]

... I think that utter strangers are going to great length, great expense, to keep the whole motley lot of us entertained.

[ He says it just a trifle heavily, and the implication is clear: he doesn't trust it. But he puts on a spare sliver of smile, gesturing to both their plates, the food untouched, as if to say, 'great minds'. Really, his eyes say it for him. ]

Yourself?

[His head tilts in puzzlement as his systems read the obvious concern in the boy's voice. He's used to people, with the exception of the Connors, either showing him fear or not giving a damn about him. To have a reaction that runs to the contrary of either these reactions is confusing for the Terminator.

In a way that would be described as absent-minded on a human being, he reaches up, lightly feeling along the hole that currently is occupying his chest. His systems keep trying to find a way to reroute power around it. It's looks bad, but-- wait, no, he's never been through worse. He seeks to find a way to reassure the boy, despite the weapon he carries. Scanning his systems, he comes up with a suitable tone of voice.]

Most of my injuries will heal by themselves, with time.

This? [He gestures to the ruined side of his face, lingering over the glowing eye. His smirk fades away to the blank expression his face had held before.]

My organic covering was damaged during the fight. I can no longer pass for human.

( it's not that cooper is unfamiliar with folklore. quite the contrary - he finds the stuff fascinating. not necessarily something to believe in, which is why this whole thing has caught him off-guard. the whole fairies being real thing.

it's not that he's judging. it's just a bit of a shock.

but there's coffee and there's a place to rest, and that's all that cooper needs, sometimes: coffee, a place to rest. and besides, there's a little bit of intrigue (excited, bright-eyed intrigue) there: he's never had coffee made by fae before. what a time to be alive. he grabs himself a cup, sits himself over near a window, and sits back to relax, takes out his newly-given locket and tape recorder, and decides to get to work.

he hasn't actually given much thought to the locket in the couple of minutes he's been here, but now's the time to investigate. he grabs his tape recorder, presses record, and - ) Diane - hrm?

( tape recorders are technology. late 1980s technology, but technology nonetheless. and usually when cooper records a memo to his secretary, a high-pitched squeaking does not emit from the recorder. nor does the tape start spinning, and the physical brown ribbons do not start to overflow through the recorder itself. frantic, he holds the thing at arm's length, and this is tragic. )

[ He breathes a soft, humorless hah! that bares the white tips of his teeth. ] The look of a chained thing that detests its bonds. What else?

[ Fenris is familiar enough with the fury of the caged creature that he can spy it easily in others; a tension and gravity as familiar to him as his own reflection. He ignores her appraisal when he feels it flowing over his skin; let her make of him what she will. He frowns at his own glass before lifting it high enough that he can soundlessly sip at the sweetness.

His flinty eyes considered her from their corners, likewise appraising. ]

Let them celebrate while it lasts. I have escaped bondage once. I can do it again. Whatever the world, whatever the master, whatever the chains.

[ He tipped his glass toward her, just faintly. An unspoken, 'as can you'. But his eyes, they are for the world around them, his thin-lipped mouth pressed into a hard line. ]

[Radagast doesn't have to speak a warning, his expression says it all before he leans away. Well, he could hope for the best but Fëanor is someone he'll have to keep tabs on, it seems. ]

That's right, just me. We seem to be the only two, hm? [The wizard said with a shake of his head, even the Elves couldn't get Radagast to leave his woods usually, and especially not without his bird friends.]

[Radagast smiles at how Aang pets the squirrel, even here he feels a protectiveness over the animals and plants.] Ah they are always speaking you must learn to listen then! [He said with a nod, but then again not everyone could always hear the trees as he could.]

The trees, ah they are greeting us as well, welcoming us to their home. [Radagast said as he looked up at the branches gently waving in the wind.] Very content they are.

[Minako is surprised when she hears someone close by, turning around with her hands on her hips.]

Really, not even an apology! Even if this is a party, that doesn't excuse bad manners! [The blonde said, holding up a finger to emphasize her point before looking at him with a bright smile.]

I'm fine, thank you! Are you new here too?

[Okay, that he saw, and that he will laugh at.

His laughter is soft, but it's bright and happy and makes his whole face light up. This is not the solemn-faced Aang statue that stares down at Republic City; this is an Aang with a huge smile and a laugh that makes his shoulders shake.

Then the laughter is cut short, because ow, his back.] Mmf. [He winces, but he's still smiling, even as he breathes to keep himself from laughing anymore. He'd rather not irritate his wound.]

No, it's okay. I'd probably do the same thing if I was talking to Avatar Roku.

[Then they reach the garden. Ah, fresh air.] Korra. I like your name.

[Nerves frayed (understandably so) enough already Bilbo jumps at the calling, locket disappearing into the pocket of his blue coat. Seeing Kili very briefly reminds him of the heavy weight of a jewel wrapped in cloth hidden in the folds of his clothes before he is also overcome with the overwhelming relief of seeing a familiar face.]

Kili, oh goodness...! [He moves off the bench to meet the young dwarf halfway, hands twisting each other in front of him. Quickly he remembers the state Kili was in before they left and his heart jumps.] Your leg- Are you alright? Surely you shouldn't be trampling all over like this... [He trails off, glancing around.]

Where's Fili and Bofur? They were with you, yes?

Wearied is... [He exhales, weakly smiling briefly at just how much of an understatement that felt like.] Wearied is one way to describe it.

[He looks back down at the locket, thumb idly tracing over the raised designs.] Many things about this... place trouble me. I fear I am in shock still and I cannot shake it. [No matter how much he may huff and gruff at himself because of it.

He wrinkles his nose, his worried expression shifting to one of thinly veiled annoyance.] And to be completely honest, if you will pardon me, this entire ordeal is ill-mannered! Very... very rude.

[Kili laughs brightly and promptly pulls the hobbit into a tight hug, lifting him off the ground slightly.]

I'm fine, all healed, see? [He gestures to his leg. There's not even a slight limp or anything.] Not a clue how, though.

[Bilbo's question makes him hesitate, his smile fading as he looks around, as though expecting to see Fili just pop out of nowhere.] Well aye but...I haven't seen them. But all of this... [He gestures vaguely around them.]

It has to be a dream, doesn't it?

[ even though korra found said statue to be incredibly awe-inspiring, something about this reaction just feels more natural. it's how she sort of imagined aang to be as a kid—the complete opposite of her, and while she's never been one to shy away from a laugh, there's always been something mischievous brimming just under the surface. ]

Thanks, I like it too.

[ ... okay what do you even say to something like that? tenzin never taught her how to have an actual real-person conversation with her past lives, so she's trying to treat it like, well, a normal conversation.

she does catch his wince, but given the fact that aang's actually laughing right now and that she promised she'd show him some airbending, she continues to push asking about it back a little bit more. maybe if she can find a source of water, she can heal it a little more... ]

So, anything in particular you wanted to see? Tenzin taught me a lot of different forms, so do your worst!

[Loki is not quite particularly sure how he found himself here, and by all accounts, perhaps he really should be worried, but perhaps this is also one of All-Mother's tests, another way to prove himself.

Clad in the green clothing of Asgard and a horned and golden tiara of sorts, Loki observes this land until he hears a question.]

I'm afraid we've both taken a wrong step into a new land. I have no idea where to look for a King's Road.

[Oof. Bilbo lets himself be enveloped easily even with the awkward tension in his shoulders that he can never seem to shake when it comes to physical affection. Still, this is a unique situation and he'll let Kili have his comfort because Yavanna knows Bilbo needs it too.

They were so completely lost and deep down he worries about a great many things.]

H- Healed? [Once (mostly) released from the crushing embrace he looks over to the gestured leg and then back to Kili, obviously surprised. A running theme today it seems.]

I suspect our... gracious hosts are behind this, surely. [He sniffs and pulls out the locket from his pocket, turning it over carefully in his hand.] It would certainly be easier if this was a dream, but I dare not cling to false hopes. No... No, I fear this is all very real.

[He holds up the locket, looking back at Kili.] Have you tried using this yet?

[Tenzin. Tenzin must be her airbending instructor.

Is he an airbender? Are there still some Air Nomads left out there, hidden away and ready to wander back into the open when the war is over? Or does she learn from a non-bender like Pathik, who knows all the forms but can't actually bend the element?

But those are questions he's not sure he's quite ready to hear the answers to. First, he wants to see someone else airbend for the first time since he woke up in the south pole.]

Can you make an air scooter?

[He perks at the thought with a big grin. If she could, they could race each other once his back was better!]

[ She concluded then, when his assessment rings so easily true, that she is not at all hiding it well. Her taut shoulders were already beginning to form sore knots, and it was that infinitely untamed part to her being that continued to writhe just beneath her skin even as her frame hummed with weariness.

Even, measured calm was far beyond her reaches still. (Could she even use Kyne's Peace on herself?) ] Unused to any bonds, at that. It's not in my nature.

[ Aside from bonds of her purpose, but that was different. ] But all bonds break.

A fact you sound aware of. [ She tastes the drink with caution, with no desire to bear poison from their captors. She tips her head to the direction of the court, before turning to watch him again. ] They seem unnervingly pleased with themselves.

[Celebrimor's breath slowly trickled out with those words in a puff of air too harsh or bitter to ever be mistaken for a laugh.] I never said they sent me off with blessings. [The burst of pain as his father's knuckles, hardened by war slammed into his cheek was a memory outlined in fire, and his uncle's curses rang in his ears, echoing the in confines of his skull. Weak-willed ingrate! Spineless coward, useless trash. Traitor.

Traitor

Celebrimbor blinked, and shook his head a little, as if to clear his mind of the memories that on bad days dogged his footsteps. His features hardened.]

But they could hardly stop me without killing me. And even Celegorm couldn't stomach spilling the blood of a nephew. [The hard mask spasmed for a moment before Celebrimbor got himself back under control.]

And why shouldn't they be? [ He shoots a venomous look back over his shoulder at the brightness of the gaiety behind them, tip of his tongue raking over the tips of his teeth behind his closed mouth. His disdain is something that humms off his skin like a well-struck chord. ]

They've a crowd of puppets happy to dance at the gentlest tug of a string. Even a mabari would have better sense than to trust it.

[The Terminator is unnerving upon closer look, but he doesn't seem to want to hurt anyone, so Peter doesn't falter, despite instincts insisting he reach for his sword.

Those wounds are surely life threatening, and yet, the other stands. Perhaps it isn't as terrible as it looks from his human perspective?

But even so, Peter will try insisting the other get his injuries looked at.]

I have heard the best of men and beast speak as such, but even they at times have need of aid. Perhaps whatever does not fall under "most" ought to be treated.

[There's a frustrated sort of sigh from Kili.]

How can it be real? Bilbo, there isn't even a mark where my wound used to be, and I know it was there. It nearly killed me.

[A look of dawning horror crosses his face.] ...Is that it, then? Are we all dead?

[ oh aang if only you knew... ]

An air scooter? [ pfft, korra says! here was was expecting something more difficult than that! let's just ignore the fact that airbending was basically impossible for her a few months ago because she is totally ready for the big leagues!! ] Just watch me.

[ said with confidence and flair, korra then cracks her knuckles and does a quick glance at her surroundings to make sure she doesn't make a fool of herself by flying headfirst into a wall. with a path laid out in her head, she twists her hands in front of her quickly, summoning a ball of swiftly moving air and balancing perfectly on top of it.

and then, to show off, she does a lap around the garden, zooming up the pathway and right past aang. ]

[As far as Aang's concerned, the air scooter is way better than any of the fancy stuff. But as it's inventor, he may be biased.

He doesn't expect the feelings that explode in his chest when he sees her jump onto a ball of air and fly. The tightness in his throat. The sense of spreading wings in his chest. The prickling behind his eyes.

He's not alone. He's dead in her time. He's with another airbender. She knows everything that will happen to him. He doesn't screw things up so thoroughly that there aren't any other Avatars. This place is messed up if there can be two Avatars at once.

He starts to laugh, because all the feelings are too much and he's happy, no matter how weird it is to be with another Avatar, because she's like him and he's not alone and she can airbend, and then he applauds and whoops when she whips past him, even though it's all swiftly cut short because it hurts to laugh and his back seizes up in pain and he can pretend that that's why his eyes water.]

Yep, you're the Avatar, all right! [The pain can't make his cheer go away, although he leans on his glider and he has to even out his breathing.] Just wait; I'll show you all the airbender games. Does your instructor show you those?

[He furrows his brow, frown deepening at the idea.]

We are not dead so banish the thought. Besides, if we really are dead then what did I die from? Certainly not Smaug-- [Because he remembers very clearly watching the dragon fly away with the intent to burn everyone in Laketown away. Bofur, Kili, Fili, Bard...

He swallows dryly, shaking his head.] ... No. No we aren't dead. I imagine being dead would be much more peaceful, but I am far from being at peace right now. [At least he hopes so. What did he know anyways?

Bilbo moves away from Kili back to the bench where he left his map and holds it out for Kili to see.] Look, this is a completely new world! If I could just find a library maybe I could make better sense of all this...

[Whatever he thought the rest of today might have held, it was dashed the moment he arrived, not in dreary England with the train station, but a strange place with all manner of people and fae. Weren't he and his siblings to return to England? Would Aslan not have said otherwise if they are meant to go elsewhere?

All questions and thoughts die in his throat when he catches sight of the golden warmth that is Aslan, the majesty nearly making him tremble. For while he had never expected to see Aslan in this form again, it does not surprise him in the least. If they are needed once more, and he will gladly do what is asked of him.

He drops to one knee in a deep bow, relief, joy, and wonder in his voice.]

Aslan.

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dale cooper ( twin peaks ) - two.

yes yes!

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8>!!! omfg that user name....

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i'm so proud of it tbh

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I LOVE THIS BOOK AND I LOVE YOU

i get a good chuckle outta it every time i see it

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<3

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haha good!

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!!!!! option 1, also sorry for the c/p icons ;;;